Californian Slut

Californian Slut

Ev is my slave in real life. She is a beautiful Asian slut. This is the story, written by both of us, telling of what happened following our first explosive weekend together (described in Enslaving Ev on Literotica) …

PART 5

Rika

I watched as Master Si approached Slut. He grabbed her hair and lifted her face to his. She gasped when he touched her as she was still blindfold. He spoke to Ev.

"We all know that my slave is a worthless, useless slut and that she has whored herself out to many cocks over the last couple of hours,”

“But … I … I …” she stammered.

“Shut it whore,” Master continued. His words were harsh. “Slut has let at least three different cocks fuck her today and she seemed to be enjoying it. Did slut enjoy feeling those hard cocks stuck in that hot, slutty cunt of hers?”

He slapped her face lightly shocking her as he verbally abused her some more, "Gyrl liked it so much that I have a good mind to let some huge cock pound her asshole just to hear her scream."

It was strange, but out of nowhere, seeing slut Ev and hearing master I felt an orgasm begin, and I honestly shuddered to a small but definite climax. It was unbelievable.

"I despise your worthless ass and I have a good mind to beat you until you can't walk, I want to do things to you that slut couldn’t even imagine. ‘Cos she’s such a stupid cunt it makes me want to fuck her as hard as I can just to hear her moans and cries of pleasure."

I noticed Ev’s lip wobble as she started to cry. Master unhooked her chained arms and she moved unsteadily away from the wall.

“Is my cunt thirsty?”

Ev nodded.

“Then drink.” He pushed her down to her knees and forced her face first into a dog bowl full of water. “There we are a bitch bowl for a bitch. What are you slut?”

“A b … b … bitch Master.” Ev struggled to say the words. My thighs felt sticky from the small orgasm I had just had. I was still naked and stood mesmerised watching Ev slurp at the water like a pet dog would.

“Come with me slut.” I watched enthralled as Master Si reached down and buckle fastened a black leather collar around slut’s neck. It was the same one that she had received at the auction when she was sold off by Mei Ling, or at least I thought it was. My mind was such a blur that night. Shit, it was Saturday when that happened and it was only Tuesday now – so much had happened that it seemed like ages ago!

“Oh Master,” Ev whispered responding to the collar. Master knelt before his slut and I couldn’t see what he was doing. When he stood up again I could see that the collar was padlocked and he had clipped a dark leather leash to it.

“Come on bitch, crawl for me.” Despite my small orgasm, I moaned openly as he dragged Ev on all fours and led her out of the dungeon and up the stairs into the main house. I followed behind them.

“Where am I Master?” she asked.

“You are in a bondage club Slut, and I am about to stand you naked in front of a large glass window that looks down onto the main floor. There you will be seen by the many men who are out there, in all your naked, cum covered glory.”

“Oh master, please no, don’t.” Ev was sounding scared at the possibility of her humiliation.

“Reach out and touch the glass to prove where you are.” She did this, but in truth was feeling the long glass window that existed in master’s house between his living room and kitchen.

“I can’t hear anything master,” Ev said.

“That’s because we are still in a soundproofed room stupid slut.” He responded. “Now put your hands behind your head and stand with your feet apart so that everyone can see you.”

“Please master, don’t make me …”

“Do it!”

Ev did as she was told with tears rolling out from under blindfold and down her cheeks. The long leash hung freely between her breasts and down over her groin … a permanent reminder, if any were needed, of her status.

Master turned to me. I was so hot and horny despite my recent orgasm.

"Put your hands on your head Rika."

I had tried to keep my nudity covered with my hands, but the instruction was clear. My fingers locked together behind my head and I stood there, completely naked and trembling while master took a seat on a wooden dining chair.

He turned back to Ev.

“You stay where you are slut, the club is loving the view. You’re a star.” She still sobbed as he addressed me once more.

"Over my lap, Rika," he ordered.

I looked at him as he patted his lap. It didn't take long to guess what he intended to do. Spankings were not something that I had grown up with, in fact I never been spanked before. My only experience was the one I had administered to Ev the other morning. I draped my naked body across his knees and wriggled into a balanced position. His hands, large, warm and strong, pulled me higher onto his lap and then, without warning, he slapped my bare ass several times with hard, stinging blows. I gasped and tried to contain my noises for the first two or three, but once the yelps started, they got increasingly louder.

"Stop yelling!" Master Si said, slapping me even harder to emphasize the point. "A nice, soft ass like this … I'm barely touching you."

He repeatedly slapped it until I was kicking my feet off the floor and squealing loudly.

"Spread your legs, Rika," he said when he finally stopped hitting me.

I could feel his hand already trying to separate my thighs. My toes danced across the smooth wooden floor as I inched my legs apart.

"Further," he repeated a number of times.

I spread my legs as widely as I could manage.

"Is your pussy wet?" he asked.

A breath stopped short in my throat. He slapped my ass really hard and then asked the question again.

"No," I softly whispered.

"No?"

His fingers grazed lightly up between my legs and traced the furrow of my pussy. I shivered at his touch. It was so intimate … so unexpectedly tantalizing … that I felt an instant rush of arousal, but I tried to lie.

"No?" he questioned.

"No," I repeated somewhat provocatively.

He slapped me several times again until I was kicking and squealing.

"No!" I shrieked.

"You’re lying to me Rika?" I remained silent as his hand now cupped my pussy and his thumb sensuously wriggled in search of my clit. He didn't have much trouble finding it as it had swollen in anticipation of receiving stimulation. It was impossible to hide the fact when he found it. I moaned softly and squirmed on his lap.

"Answer the question, Rika."

"Yes," I mumbled.

"What's that? I can't hear you?"

"Yes!" I gasped as a bolt of electric delight tingled in my clit.

"So. Tell me the truth. You're pussy is wet, isn't it?"

His thumb's motions against my clit were driving me insane with perverse pleasure. It was incredibly humiliating that he could have gotten such a reaction from me so quickly. "No," I finally said. It was now a deliberate lie told in a coy tone that I hoped would encourage him to continue. Instead, his hand suddenly disappeared from between my legs and a shower of stinging slaps rained down on my burning ass.

"Tell… The… Truth!" he said with each slap.

I bit my lip and remained silent, except for the occasional yelp if he hit the same place twice too quickly.

The spanking stopped and his hand returned to the slit between my legs. His fingers rubbed my clit while his thumb slipped easily into my pussy. It wriggled inside me, moving quickly in and out like a small cock.

I closed my eyes tightly and tried to fight back a loud moan of pleasure. I couldn't, and the empty room reverberated with the noises of my uncontrollable delight. There was no holding back the orgasm that suddenly gripped all my senses and my hips gyrated in response to his stimulation. But, when the wonderful experience of the all over shiver of a full climax was almost upon me, he stopped and told me to get on my feet.

I felt still dizzy when I stood. I absently combed my messy hair with my fingers and watched as he removed his boxer shorts. His cock danced upwards erect from his groin and he sat down again on the chair.

"Sit, Rika," he said, indicating his cock.

I hesitated for a moment and then started to position myself straddled over his legs, facing him.

"Not that way. Turn around and face away from me," he said.

I stepped away and turned around. As I backed myself into position I instinctively reached down between my legs to take hold of his cock.

"No hands!" he barked. "Put them on your head."

I placed them on my head and cautiously lowered my ass until I felt his cock close to my pussy. There was a point where I couldn't stop from sitting completely, and I collapsed onto his lap … his hard cock impaling me in one swift, smooth action. My toes could barely touch the floor and my entire weight now rested on his lap.

The sensations of his rigid cock inside me took away my breath. He began to grope my breasts with his hands, finding my stiff nipples and twisting them firmly between his thumbs and forefingers. I wriggled my hips and squirmed to enjoy the full pleasure of his cock.

I moaned softly and tried to relax as his cock filled me. His hands roamed from my breasts to my pussy. His fingers again found my clit and his touch instantly animated me. I moaned loudly.

"Don't you cum yet, slut," master’s voice resounded into my ear. But it was too late already. The fingers on my clit rubbed in a frenzied manner, driving me wild.

"Are you cumming?".

"Mmmmmmmmm!" I moaned agreeably.

"Are you cumming, Rika?"

"Mmmmmmmm!" I moaned again. I was cumming. Then it hit and I flooded his lap.

I could feel his hips jerking up off the seat and bounced like a rag doll on his lap for a few moments.

"Get up!"

I was roughly pushed up off master’s cock. It was too soon. I hadn’t extracted the full pleasure of my climax. My groin still twitched involuntarily. Oh master!

"Suck me!" he demanded.

I could see his cock was glistening with my pussy juices and the thought of having to taste them alarmed me. But I slowly dropped to my knees and gingerly took his cock into my mouth. I did my best to blot the taste sensations from my mind and sucked and swallowed until all I could taste was the saltiness of his cock. A moment later, it erupted in my mouth. I swallowed most, but there seemed to be an endless amount of it. It tasted different, mixed with my juices.  It was also very thick and despite the endless amounts of my own saliva that formed to swallow the stuff, much of it still felt like it was stuck to the back of my throat.

He finally grabbed my hair and pulled my face out of his crotch. My vision was completely blurred and it took several seconds to clear enough to focus on him. I'm not sure why, but I expected to see him smiling. He wasn't. He had a dark, thunderous look on his face.

“Stand up.” I was scared. Then he smiled. And I felt ok.

“Ev, come here.”

The slut had stayed motionless all the time I was fucking Master Si. Now she moved away from the window and towards master’s voice.

He went to her and removed the blindfold. Ev blinked in the light taking in her surroundings.

“Master, what the …” she was confused.

Master

“It’s okay Ev,” I put my arms around her, “the blindfold deceived you. You’re in my house. There is no club and no big window exposing you. There were no other girls in the cellar with you. The noises, the voices, the whipping was all played out from a CD over my speaker systems.”

“What!” Slut was clearly shocked.

“Was Rika …?”

“Yes slut, she was involved. The girl at the end, the thigh you came against, that was Rika’s. Just you, me, Rika and …”

“And who else master, which other men?”

I just smiled. Ev would have to guess whose cocks had been embedded deep inside her, but she knew full well there had been some, and now I was owed several favours from friends of mine.

I laughed. Ev looked like she wanted to cry again.

I put my arm round slut again and she burst into almighty sobs as her shoulders shook.

I unclipped the leash but left her collared and I looked down her body, focusing on her perky breasts, her flat stomach, the slight curve of her shaven mound.

"Now..." I murmured, as the scent of slut’s growing arousal reached me and sent a stirring through my cock, “Now I want to fill you with cum bitch.”

Slut looked at me as if to say why are you asking? I am yours. If you want to fill me then fill me. Sensing her feelings I elaborated.

Leaning down, I whispered into her ear, “When you came at the end of being played with and drinking the cup of cum you were not given permission to climax were you?”

"N-n-no..." slut stuttered.

"I am quite sure I did not tell you to speak either, then or now, did I whore?"

She was silent. Her eyes screwed shut when she saw me take up a leather belt and waited for the impact. I delayed for a while until she was shaking with nerves.

“Keep your eyes closed bitch.”

I continued to make sure that nothing happened until it must have seemed to Ev like an eternity had passed. Then I pushed her down onto the polished table top so that her ass was sticking up and she opened her eyes.

Then she felt the first searing sting of the belt.

Ev began to jerk delightfully, yelling and screaming “No master don’t please,” but her movements were interrupted when she felt my strong arms holding her, pinning her down against the top of the table. My belt hit her again and again until I lost count of how many times she was whipped.

When it ceased, I pulled her up roughly and spun her around to face me. I tenderly caressed her face with my hand. She moved her cheek into my palm enjoying the respite.

"You must behave from now on."

“Yes Master,” Ev agreed quietly.

I once again removed my boxer shorts allowing my hardening cock to spring free. Fuck, I had never felt so much lust; it was like I was permanently hard! I pushed on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees in front of me. I smiled when I saw her wince. Her heels must be rubbing against her sore ass … delightful.

"Now suck me and fill your slutty mouth with cum. You are not allowed to miss a drop, do you understand cunt?" She nodded.

She set to her task, licking the clear pre-cum from the head of my cock, running her tongue over the shaft from top to bottom. She had learned well over the last few days, of that there was no doubt. She licked my balls, tormenting and teasing the shining, slick shaft until I said to her, "It is time, my little slut. Make me cum now.”

She wrapped her hand around the base of my penis and squeezed and pumped tightly, working her mouth in time with it. I was near, she was getting me to where she wanted, fuck she was sooooo good.

"Open your eyes and watch me as I fill your mouth, you little bitch. I want you to hold it in your mouth and do not swallow until I instruct you to."

My balls tensed just before I unloaded into her. As I did so, I looked into her eyes intently, making the link between us even more intense. It was a look which I knew emphasised my power over her, as she sat in her submissive position with one hand in her hair and the other gripping my cock, I saw look of rapture in her eyes as I arched my back, thrust out my groin and filled her mouth full of hot, sticky cum.

"Do not spill a drop," I cautioned her, pulling my cock from her mouth. "Now, show me," I said.

The worthless slut obediently opened her mouth, showing me the warm, thick fluid pooled in her mouth and coating her tongue.

I smiled. “Where is your cell phone bitch?”

Ev looked confused, her cum-filled mouth still hanging open.

“Point you stupid cunt, now!”

With a look of fear in her eyes she pointed to her bag, which had been taken from her when she first arrived. Again I smiled as I delved inside and removed the phone.

“Good,” I remarked.

"Now you may swallow," I told her. I watched as she gulped my seed down into her throat and onwards into the pit of her already cum-drenched stomach.

"You did very well this time, bitch. I will reward you.”

Slut

This day was proving to be so intense. First the college experience, which was so harrowing, then the chloroform, followed by the dungeon torture and rape and now this. My ass ached and I had just gulped down a load of Master’s sperm. He had my cell phone and said that he was going to reward me. What the fuck would he do?

I watched as he played with the buttons and then despaired when he pointed the phone at me. He clicked and I was photographed … on my knees, naked, hands still behind my head with dried cum on my tits and body and fresh cum spread around my mouth. Master approached me and knelt down. I looked at the screen.

“So how would mommy like to see this picture of her little angel?”

“Noooooooooooooo,” I yelled, panic immediately overtaking me. Of all the pain and hardship I had endured over the last few days mommy receiving a picture of me like this was the worst feeling.

“Shall I send it?” he teased me.

“Oh no Master please no.”

“Mmmmm, what would you do for me bitch?” he asked provocatively.

“Anything Master, absolutely anything.”

“Ok, well to start with crawl to Rika and kiss her feet.”

Shit, I thought to myself, this could lead to anything. His control over me now was absolute. To this point I had always felt that I could yell ‘STOP’ and he would. But now, with mom’s own cell phone just a button click away, I was powerless. I fell to my hands and knees and crawled to Rika. She just stood, arms folded and smiled down at me. I looked up at her.

“Go on then slut, kiss …” she said delighted at what I was being asked to do.

“And lick,” came the additional order from master.

I commenced my task. It wasn’t as if Rika’s feet were horrible, just that they had been bare for some time now and Rika had clearly been up and down between here and the dungeon, so they weren’t the cleanest. I kissed the top of her foot, lingering long enough to emphasise that I had complied.

“Good bitch. Now lick them and suck my toes.”

I proceeded to lick her feet, first one and then the other, before I moved to her toes, and began to suck. This was the dirtiest part of her foot and I held back any urge to gag that I might have felt. It only took a few minutes before I had sucked each her toes.

Master spoke again.

“Good. Now move upwards slut. Rika has just been sitting on my cock and her pussy is full of the taste of Master and Rika together. Lick her pussy and clean her out.”

“Oh Master Si,” purred Rika, clearly looking forward to having me wriggle between her thighs. I did as I was ordered and moved my little pink tongue between her still moist cunt lips.

I could clearly taste the remnants of sex as I lapped at the juices still being excreted. My mouth was covered and my spit mixed with Rika’s fluids when I heard Master say;

“Enough, crawl back over here bitch.” I did as I was ordered sensing Rika’s disappointment at me being called away.

“I enjoyed that slut but I think I would enjoy your discomfort more once I send this picture to darling mommy.”

“No Master,” I was crying now, “you must not, please.”

“Ok then slut. So what now? You decide. Something really humiliating and debasing. Do it for master and for Rika.”

I was lost. I had no idea what to do, or what was on his mind. Something debasing? What the fuck?

I tried not to reveal how desperately aroused I was. I was in an awful position but I felt so fucking horny. I glanced quickly around the room and then I knew what I would do. I focused on a large foot rest in the center of the floor. It had a red velvet cover but each corner was supported by a smooth, shining dark wood post. The posts were raised up higher than the foot rest by about 2 feet making it look like a small 4 poster bed without the canopy. I moved towards it.

Raising my right leg and putting my left knee onto the floor I straddled over the smooth wood of the stool post.  I pushed myself downwards and rubbed my wet pussy against the post. Master watched intently listening to my moans and sighs.  I drooled at the thought of Master and Rika watching me as I humbled myself before them.

I pushed harder and my dripping pussy moved against the rounded end at the top of the post, rubbing it against the wood as I groaned and panted heavily.

I eased down, then up, then down again, working myself over the, now very slippery, wood. I groaned and shuddered as my pussy lips stretched and strained.

“Can you see me Master, I’m fucking the post.”

Master moaned out my name he began to circle his flaccid cock and move the foreskin slowly back and forth.

I watched him watching me, the heat in his voice clearly audible.

“Oh slut, you fucking whore … you bitch … you little slant eyed twat. You’re making me hard again.”

He abused me but I groaned as the wooden post slid up inside me, and I yelled when I sank down onto it, filling myself completely. The wood impaled me deep into my belly and I knelt locked against it, my back straight and my tits thrust out as I closed my eyes and groaned weakly.

"Fuck!" master moaned. I enjoyed it when he responded so positively.

"Ooohhhhh," I moaned.

I reached out and gripped the free wood of the other posts and my head rolled back as I shivered in the heat of my lust. Then I gasped and cupped my ringed right breast, as I held tight, unable to move without causing desperate friction to my cunt.

"You fucking little whore, shagging the stool post!” Rika gasped. Master’s hands worked faster on his cock and I noticed, unbelievably, how hard he was becoming again.

"Oh Yessss," I groaned. "I'm a whore. I'm a slut! Come for me again Master now. Are you coming?”

He did. “Oh yes bitch, I am, oh fuck, yes.” Master wasn’t even fully hard but he spurted again, just a small amount of seed, but he spurted none the less.

Upon seeing and hearing his orgasm, I eased myself up and then rubbed my clit quickly with my free hand until I too gloried in an orgasm so strong that I nearly tore my groin open. Abandoning all care I covered the wooden post in my sticky juices.

My senses slowly recovered. I looked up and saw master, his now limp cock dangling loose at his front, again pointing the camera from my phone directly at me. He clicked, and again I was captured, this time with the wooden post still embedded deep inside of me. I eased myself painfully off the wooden shaft.

He smiled at me. “Okay mommy, get ready to see your bitch of a daughter as she really is. Your little princess as a hot fuck-toy. Mommy would like that don’t you think cunt!” he almost spat this last piece of his speech out. It was like master was taking real pleasure in using me, teasing me, tormenting me. Normally it was what I thrived on, but the threat of mommy seeing me was too much. I begged him.

“Please master, please don’t. Your little worthless bitch will do anything, anything, absolutely anything. Just don’t send the picture master please.” I glanced up and saw Rika smiling. Some friend she was turning out to be.

“Suck the post so it is clean of your juice cunt.”

I was dismayed even more. But the choice was not mine to make. I moved my mouth back to the post and kissed it lightly on its head as if it was a cock. I knew master was looking for a show and so I would have to give him one. The wood tasted odd. But then I guess that was to be expected being that it was covered in my juices. I gripped the bottom of the post like a huge penis and began to suck at the head. I moved my mouth down and round the wood taking all the remains of my orgasm away from it. I must have looked absurd and sensual at the same time. I was all stoked up but still my stomach had the now familiar slave feel in it as I completed my task, wiped my mouth on the back of my hand and faced Master.

“Good slave.” He commented. It was strange how I always felt a glow inside whenever Master complimented me.

“Now lay up here on the table face up. Spread you legs wide and you’re your arms.”

Oh shit … what now?

I did as I was ordered. Master placed his finger between my legs where more residue from my orgasm remained and he wiped it from me. I knew what would happen next and automatically opened my mouth to suck his finger clean. I wanted to beg him again not to send the picture but I knew that it would do no good. In fact it might even inflame him.

“Ask to be handcuffed to the table.”

“Please Master, handcuff me to the table.”

“Very well, if that is what slave desires.” It wasn’t of course but I had said it anyway and now found myself being handcuffed around wrist and ankle to the cold, shiny hardwood table. When Master had finished I was spread-eagled in a way that meant my knees were bent over the edge of the table but my head rested firmly on the surface.

Master held the phone so I could see it. He had the picture of me fucking the stool post on the screen and attached to a message with the recipient as ‘Mom’.

“So shall we send this to mommy then?”

I shook my head, tears pouring down my face.

“Tell me what you are slut.”

I knew that he wanted to hear me abuse myself verbally, so I did.

“Your slut is a cock-sucking cunt of a whore that is useless and grateful for any attention that Master gives to her.”

“Okay slut, good. And …?”

“Erm … slave is a sperm filled fuck-toy, that is good only for licking cum from your cock master.”

“Mmmmm,” master contemplated, “I think I’d still like to send the picture.”

“No, no, no you can’t!”

“Can’t! How dare you cunt? You do not tell me that I can’t do anything. Imagine how mommy would feel. She will be sitting quietly in her front room contemplating dinner when her phone would beep and there would be her beloved Ev, naked and fucking a piece of wood. Ha ha!”

“Noooooooooooo,” I moaned.

“Before she could stop herself she would have shouted to daddy who will rush over and also see his princess in all her naked glory. Just imagine …”

“Please, don’t master, I really do beg of you.”

“Ooops.”

His finger pressed the send key and I stopped breathing as I watched the send arrow flash across the screen until it was replaced by the phrase ‘message sent’!

I felt sick. It was only the fact that I was laid face up and stretched out that stopped me from being physically sick. Shit what had he done? How would I ever explain this? The bastard!

Just then master held up his own cell phone which beeped into life.

“Oh, a text message for me slut. Wonder who it can be?”

He turned the screen to me and showed me the picture that I thought had just gone to mommy.

“Huh,” I said, confused.

“Don’t worry slut, I changed the address names in your phone. I became mommy and I was only sending an SMS message to myself. I wouldn’t really send it to mom … what do you think I am?”

I cried again but this time with relief.

“Oh, thank you, thank you master.” It was the last time I would thank him that day.

“So, why are you secured to my table?” he said. “Well,” he continued, “We are going to have a renaming ceremony. I am going to give you a slave name. You would like that wouldn’t you?” He spoke to me as if I was a child, but I just whispered quietly, “Yes.”

“Good,” he continued, “I am going to name you Celina. To mark the naming I am going to pierce your septum, the membrane between your nostrils,” he validated for my benefit, but I knew only too well what my septum was.

Whattttttttttttttttttt!

Panic overcame me.

“Noooooooo please master,” I cried. I began to twist and turn and pull at the cuffs. I knew my wrists and ankles would be chaffed but I was beyond caring about that.

He slapped my face.

“You must stay completely still slut, or I could hurt you.”

But I was in no state to heed his sensible recommendation. I arched my back and struggled still like a dog trying to free itself from being tethered to a place that it didn’t want be. I was scared and terrorised and I felt physically sick once again.

“Master, you cannot do this, you don’t have to do … “I felt master take my nostrils and begin to force them upwards, flaring them to create enough room for his task.

“Pleaaassssssssssssee!” I screamed at the top my voice.

“Rika,” I heard master call her name. I had forgotten that she was still here. My roomie, my friend, my mistress would see all of this. Fuck, that made it seem worse somehow. I continued my tantrum and even in my semi delirious state I could see that Master was getting pissed with his slave.

“Rika, give me your panties.”

He took Rika’s skimpy underwear and screwed it into a ball before forcing my mouth wide open. Rika’s juiced up panties were forced into my mouth. Master then reached for the wide, green roll of maintenance tape and taped my mouth shut. My mouth was filled with the taste of Rika’s pussy. A taste that I could now vouch for first hand.

It silenced me but didn’t shut me up. The sounds coming from behind the tape were more guttural now. Almost animal like. I wanted to resist, to beg, to plead but I couldn’t do any of these. I was tiring and master knew it. He smiled as my struggles became less. Rika had stayed in the vicinity and now had a ringside view of proceedings.

I was done for. My septum would be pierced.

Master reached to my nostrils again and inserted a hook into each. This was then pulled back tight over my forehead and secured, I guess, to the table edge behind my head. I imagined this little device would make me look like some strange animal. How gratifying. Fuck, and it was uncomfortable!

Then I saw him take the needle out of a clear, sterilising bag and I felt sick.

“Now, slut you must hold still. I will do this and the less movement from you the less chance there is of me hurting you.”

He was right but it was so difficult to obey. I tried to keep my head motionless. I saw the needle between his fingers and the small gun device to which he fitted it. I felt another small clamp inserted into my nostrils and tightened. It was the size of clamp used by dentists for mouth operations. Then I felt the needle go in.

The pain registered from my nose, to my head and then my brain. I yelled so loudly under the gag. But I was holed, pierced, opened and I felt master clip a ring to me. I moaned and whined to myself. But I had not felt my septum pierced. What had Master done?

Quickly he removed the clamps and explained that I had been pierced and he said,

“Would slut like to see her new ring?”

My humiliation would be complete.

I couldn’t really respond but had to admit to a perverse curiosity. He fetched a small mirror. I looked into it. I saw that a small ring had been inserted into left nostril … it was not a septum ring. I felt so relieved. A nostril ring would be embarrassing enough, but at least it was a common fashion accessory, unlike a septum ring which would have been just so humiliating. He told me that glue had been applied to the connection piece and so the small ring could not be removed for at least 5 days.

I thought about all the things that had been done to me and how much I had been changed since meeting Master Si just a few days earlier.

“Welcome to the world of Master Si … Celina. You shall from now on be known by this name.”

So there I was, secured to master’s table, still gagged and renamed Celina. A ‘SLUT’ tattoo on my back, pierced nipples, large ‘SLUT’ earrings, a pierced tongue and teeth braces … and now my nostril was pierced and ringed. I really was my master’s slave!

Master turned to Rika.

“Oh Master,” she drooled, “that was so sexy, so hot … can we fuck, right here, right now in front of this worthless slave?”

No, please, I thought to myself, not that, not now, not right in front of me.

Master reached out and brought Rika in close to his body.

“Keep your eyes open slut and watch.”

So I did. I watched as master took Rika hard and fast. He fucked her right there in front of me and at one point my roomie was forced back onto the table and was actually being screwed while she rested on my legs. Fuck, please master, stop it!

Then it was over. Rika was left gasping for breath using the table to stop her legs from buckling and Master stood back his cock dripping seed.

“Oh Master thank you, “Rika purred.

Bitch! I thought.

“Shall I fetch us a glass of wine Master? We can drink it while we watch slut struggle.”

Master turned to Rika and said, “You can go. I have finished with you for now.”

I smiled inwardly.

She looked crestfallen as if her heart would break. I watched her dress and leave, before my exhaustion overtook me and I drifted into a deep sleep.

******

The next day was Wednesday. I was supposed have a study day. I was supposed to be working; I was supposed to be taking a day off from my slave’s status. But I could not.

Oh yes, Master had taken me home and was to leave me in peace today; a break I really needed. So, physically, I could recover. However, mentally I was still trapped. Trapped by the permanent image in my mind of what I now looked like. Trapped by the instructions that master had left for me telling me how I was supposed to dress for school tomorrow. Rika was in school today but she would be around tomorrow morning to ensure that I complied … as if I had a choice!

To be continued …