like i said, i'm a pitslave.
some might still find that strange, even after reading what i meant by it. but that's what i am, and this is how good it feels, and then maybe you'll understand:
mistress comes for me in the morning while traci and i are in each other's arms. we're so slippery wet still. waking up in the middle of the night and comforting each other spreads a lot of sweet honey around on golden hot skin.
we need that more than anything.
but now, mistress is standing there in her high heels with whip. she is naked and beautiful; an older, stern, governess full of absolute love and cruelty.
she knows what my body and my mind need even before i do, and she gives it to me. there is no safeword because she knows my limits better than myself, and i'm a slave.
real slaves - real slave girls - don't have safewords. that's her line, but i believe it now.
i come out of the cage and present myself, thighs spread wide, wrists locked behind my neck, back straight and looking up. she doesn't want slaves to look down - she wants to see the shame and humiliation in their beautiful eyes...especially when we service with our mouths.
i lean my head back and lean forwards and greet her by suckle-kissing her anus softly, tonguing lovingly. slaves don't have to speak greetings. their debasement is greeting enough. if it pleases, she strokes my cheek. if it doesn't, she strokes my cheek and adds another punishment on for the day. she doesn't have to beat me because just touching me will make me beg for mercy anyway. her loving smile can make my mind shatter and plead for a thousand years.
she strokes my cheek.
did she enjoy my greeting? i won't know until later. it isn't my place to know. my place is to suffer and serve and think only about slave sex.
her finger curls lightly around my D-ring in my collar and she guides me gently to the rack. i kiss it gently, tasting the sweat from a girl who was on it all last night, tasting her cum and her tears. i know who it was just from the taste. poor melissa...but lucky too. deep down, i wish it had been me.
then, i lie down on the rack spread eagle. my golden body glistens and i know my mistress is pleased. my body pleases her so much. that's why she loves me to model for magazines and pictorials. that's how she found me...because i was modeling and she saw what i was in my eyes and touched my cheek once on the set to have me break right there.
it was a beautiful moment, like now.
i shiver, my nipples so hard and my pussy glistening in the light. she walks around me, inspecting me without touching. she knows i want to touch myself right now, but i can't. now she'll do the touching when she wants to.
'do a full arch, slave. up on your hands and feet, breasts in the air, slave.' she says quietly.
i instantly comply. i'm young, i'm athletic, and i bend easily after so much training. so there i am, a full arch, my platinum blonde hair hanging down to the rack, my body straining and trembling, breasts thrust upwards, pussy spread wide to expose it.
armpits...so naked and vulnerable.
her hands chain my cuffs to the rack chains and i moan, whimpering. i may be athletic, but holding a full arch this long is so very, very, hard. she pulls my ankles apart even more, making the strain even harder before chaining them down. i'm helpless and shivering, and now i feel my juices leaking to my sensitive anus and down my thighs.
then, she lowers some hanging chains with clover clips. she snaps one on each nipple and i squeal softly, but i hold steady. and then, a special needle clip for my clit..crushing the tip and a needle sliding inside the tip just a bit.
i cry out and squirm already, but that pulls the clips harder, the clover clamps crushing my nipples even more and the needle sliding deeper inside my clit the more i pull on it, impaling my delicate nib. i start to sweat so hard as she presses a button and the winch starts to stretch my nipples and clit a full inch into the air - very, very slowly.
the needle slides deeper inside, impaling my clit, my nipples crushed by the clips more and more until the chains stop, forcing me to remain in a perfect arch. my lips tremble and i cry softly but i don't beg for mercy. this isn't torture for her. this is just setting me up.
this is soft love for a slave.
her voice is gentle as she straps my head to a tilted pillow, a wide and comfortable leather belt going across my forehead. she pushes my bangs gently away as she looks down at me and strokes my face 'you're my little pitslave today, slave. i wanted to reward you for comforting your slave sister.' she smiles at me and idly flicks a tormented nipple to show me her love. 'don't worry, slave...i won't torture you hard. i'll torture you....very hard.' she whispers so softly at me with that smile, knowing what i need.
i cry out a little as she says those words. i know that in a few hours, i'll be crawling to lick her anus so lovingly, begging to just be able to do that for the rest of my life as long as she stops giving me so much love. i can taste it already. perhaps i'll taste it sooner than i think.
she pulls on some special gloves - ticklers, she calls them, and it isn't what you think. long slender steel pointed fingernails wired to tens units in the wrists of each glove, they can make me squeal just from looking at them, feeling how naked i am. 'don't be afraid to cum during your tickling, slave. we wouldn't want you to hide your true feelings for your slavery to me, would we? that would be...lying...' she says and runs a sharp steel fingernail tip down one naked armpit so slowly.
there's no electricity but i give a high pitched girlish whine as i tremble. it tickles...there's no hiding how naked i am, displayed like this. i feel every single droplet of sweat on my glistening body, teasing and tickling me.
and now i'm going to have a real tickling.
i'm completely naked. the only time i ever feel this naked is when she does this to me. i want to pull my arms down and hide my underarms from her touch, but i know i can't. the more i squirm, the more cruel it is on my tender nibs. i'm forced to accept her touch completely and love it for what it is.
'please mistress...please don't do it for too long mistress...i promise i'll be such a good girl mistress, i promise i'll do anything you say and want mistress, please mistress...' i beg her softly, but my pussy drips even hotter. my body betrays my mind which will break in time.
she slides her hairy hot pussy to my lips and her anus...rubbing against my begging mouth as she switches on the fingernails, the electricity coursing through the sharp steel tips.
'oh slave...you already are doing what i want, slave: you're suffering in the torture which amuses me most right now. and as for begging me and being my dirty little slut, you'll do that whether i torture you or not, won't you...slave?' she purrs to herself and then...
...white hot lines of sizzling voltage rake down my tender armpits, making me automatically pull back so hard, pulling my nipples and clit harder than ever before as i scream into her pussy and anus, crying out so hard as my hands shakingly try to hold position. my body undulates and i orgasm. i've never felt so vulnerable. my tongue dives deep into her anus...choosing the
dirtiest and most humiliating place to beg, and i suckle so lovingly, my head strapped to that pillow enabling me to serve with my screams.
one finger lovingly caresses around my center pit in a spiral while another gently glides down my smooth side to my breast and back as i squeal again. my tongue shivers inside her anus, pleasuring her. i feel her juices leaking over my skin and i cry inside her hot and dirty tunnel. i orgasm again, merely seconds after my first one.
'you see, slave? i didn't even have to tell you how to beg. what a good little slave girl you're becoming.' she says gently to me as her fingers lightly flicker the tips in a tickling motion against my upper armpits. that makes it so hard to keep my arms up like this and she finds pleasure in those screams.
my body undulates, bucking in slow motion as i orgasm again, my nipples and clit suffering so very, very, hard. there is nothing i can do but accept and i know she's not going to soothe them, nor probably even torture them for a long time yet.
right now, she wants to 'tickle' me.
my tongue finds her dirtiest places and starts to flicker around them as my wet lips suckle so hotly and vibrate for her with every touch. i know my hot tears pressing against her thighs are pleasing her, mixing with her juices. her fingernails respond, doing little semi-circles at the base of my armpits before gliding up the outer edges near my shoulders and back down to the center, taking so long...so very, very, long. my golden body glistens. i can't see it anymore, but i know what i must look like. she purrs and cums from my tonguing skills. i've been trained to tongue here there for hours so that she can enjoy my begging more thoroughly. i feel her hot juices splash against my neck and she caresses me in reward down my sides with a single fingernail tip taking a whole minute to reach my naked armpits as i shudder and try so hard to accept without moving, but it does no good. my nipples and clit are stretched and tortured even as i try to stay as still as i can.
'the beauty is, slave...that after this kind of training, your armpits will be so sensitive for days afterwards. that means that tomorrow morning...it will be even harder for you to bear.' she smiles to herself as the implication of her cruel words make my mouth soften even more and give her pleasure. she feels me breaking.
her fingernails glide back up and i feel the second surprise - they're starting to heat up as well. i sob as i scream, tonguing her deeply as they are now light bulb hot against my naked skin. she flickers those tips again, letting them brush my sensitive flesh as my tongue buries even deeper, hoping to pleasure her enough that she might finally give me mercy. but she knows exactly what my tongue is begging for.
'oh slave...you really are so naughty, little one. you know what happens to slaves who beg for mercy, don't you? begging for mercy means that you - a slave, an object - wish to tell me - your mistress and personal owner - what i should be enjoying. that makes you guilty, slave. that makes you guilty of trying to impede upon my personal rights, slave. that simply isn't allowed, is it? what should a slave beg for when she receives torture, slave?' she asks rhetorically.
her fingernails rake slowly around the edges of my armpits and slowly back up the center to sizzle against my sweat droplets. each droplet feeling like a biting little red ant against my trembling skin. but i know she doesn't expect an answer with words. i suckle deeply and moan and sob, my tongue buried deeper inside, curling up and tasting the dirty scat deep inside, all those hot dirty juices leaking down my tongue into my loving mouth.
'that's right slave...she begs for more torture, not less, slave.' she whispers to me, caressing my breasts for a moment, so close to my tormented nipples. 'but you haven't...learned...that lesson yet....have you, slave?' she says absentmindedly as her fingernails trace around my stretched nipples, her voice so sweet and patient, like a teacher. i cry out in pain as i feel them sparking against my skin and searing hot pain so intimately given and so delicate. one fingernail tip lightly slides through the pincer tips to gently and lovingly caress my nipple tips as i explode in pain and orgasm so deeply.
my body trembles so hard, trying to remain the way i am, but i fail every time.
'yes, i can see that you haven't quite learned yet, slave...so i'm going to take my time today, slave. i have all day, after all...slave....and melissa is entertaining traci as we speak. so why don't we just spend some time together here and i can explore your body for several hours to come? and if you're good...'
she pauses and makes little circles in my sensitive center pits, letting those words sink in...
'...i'll actually torture you instead of tickle you later on...slave.'