Things People Do

The Things People Do, Part Two By MadC

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I must have dozed off, but I don't know how long I was asleep for. An hour, maybe. When I woke up it took me a long moment to remember where I was and why. I looked slowly round that strange room, with the rubber tiles and all the chains and manacles, and then I looked down at my own naked body. I still felt half-asleep, groggy, unable to think properly.

The lights in the room brightened slightly, and I looked over to see her standing at the top of the stairs, watching me. She had changed her clothes. Maybe she'd changed earlier, but I'd been in too much shock to notice, I don't know. The first thing I saw now were her shoes, or, rather, her boots. They were unlike anything I'd ever seen. They went all the way up to her thighs, and they were made out of shiny black PVC. They also had massive spiked heels, at least two or three inches. I remember thinking that they didn't look very practical. Above the top of the boots there was about an inch of visible skin, slightly tanned and very smooth. She was also wearing an expensive-looking leather coat, which was buttoned-up. She looked amazing, slightly scary, but truly beautiful. She smiled at me.

`Good, you're awake. It's time for dinner. Kneel, please.'

Almost without thinking, almost automatically, I obeyed. In fact, I remember noticing this at the time, and being a bit worried by it. Doing as I was told seemed to be becoming a lot easier, and I wasn't sure that that was a good thing. I knelt quietly on the rubber flooring, and she walked over to me, patted me on the head, and re-attached the leash to my collar. And then we went downstairs.

Even with my earlier practice, crawling down the stairs on my hands and knees, pace dictated by tugs on the leash, was pretty tricky, but at least I wasn't blindfolded this time. We went pretty slowly; I suppose negotiating the stairs in those huge heels wasn't too easy, either. By the time we were downstairs I could smell food, delicious-smelling Chinese food, and when we got to the kitchen I could see a big stack of cartons on the table. She must have had it delivered while I was asleep. I suddenly realized I was starving hungry.

`Do you like Chinese food, Kate?'

Yes, Mistress.' Even saying mistress' all the time was starting to feel almost natural now. I really did like Chinese food, though. It was one of the things that me and my sister had as a little ritual, a little treat. Every couple of weeks we would go and get a take-away from Mr Wing's round the corner, prawn crackers and lemon chicken and all the usual stuff.

`Good. Kneel, please.'

I straightened up from my crawling position and waited, kneeling, while she opened cartons and put things into bowls. The table was quite high, and from where I was I couldn't really see what she was doing. I remember thinking how good the food smelt, and worrying that she might expect me to be able to eat with chopsticks.

And then she put a metal bowl down on the floor in front of me. It was fairly large, with a flattened rim. I think it really was a doggie bowl. It was full of rice, and different kinds of Chinese food, which looked as good as it smelt.

I hope you like this, Kate. You're probably only familiar with Cantonese cuisine, but I've always preferred the northern Chinese styles of cooking.' She paused, looking at me. She was sitting at the table now, a bowl in front of her, chopsticks in hand. You may eat now ... but you may not use your hands. Just your mouth, like a dog. Do you understand?'

I nodded, mutely, and she smiled at me, and started to eat. She used the chopsticks very gracefully. I looked at my doggie bowl for a second. I was so hungry, and the food looked so good. I lowered my face to the bowl, supporting myself with my hands against the floor, and I started to eat too. It was easy at first, because the food was so heaped up that I could just pluck bits off the top with my teeth. It was delicious, much nicer than Mr Wing's. I glanced up at her sometimes. She was sitting there, delicately tasting different dishes from the various cartons, not eating very much, and watching me the whole time, with a slightly amused expression. She drank what looked like Chinese tea from a little cup with no handles which she kept refilling from a funny-looking teapot with flowers and clouds painted on it. After a while she got up and fetched me another metal bowl, this one filled with water, and got a big glass of water for herself, too.

Eating got harder as I got further into the bowl. I had to push my face right against the top and try to use my lips and tongue to scoop food into my mouth. I could feel my face becoming covered in sauce. I felt filthy. I managed to get the last pieces into my mouth, and then I licked the bowl carefully so as to not leave any bits of rice. When I had finished I looked up at her, and she laughed.

`Poor Kate. You've gone and made yourself all dirty. Would you like some more?'

I actually felt nice and full now. I shook my head.

`Well, you should drink some water. We've still got a strenuous weekend ahead of us, and I don't want you getting dehydrated.'

I lowered my face to the second metal bowl. At first I tried sort of sucking the water up, through pursed lips, but that didn't work at all. After a few moments I figured out that if I was going to get more than a few drops I was going to have to lap the water up with my tongue, like a dog. It was messy, water splashing onto the floor and my hair, and running down my shin onto my bare breasts, but it was pretty effective. Miss Lessard laughed again as she watched me. When I had finished she stood up.

`I think it's time for us to go and get you cleaned up, my dear.'

She took hold of my leash, and I obediently followed her on my hands and knees, out of the kitchen and up the stairs. When we got to the little landing halfway up, though, we stopped, and she opened a door. Again the lights seemed to come on automatically with the door opening. She unhooked the leash from my collar, and I knelt there and looked around. It was a bathroom, and it was big. There was a huge tiled bathtub built in, with a shiny metal shower, and a matching metal sink, and even a metal toilet, although the seat was made of some dark wood. The floor and walls were covered in blue tiles of subtly varying shades, and the light came from half-concealed lamps set high up. No fluorescent overhead strip in this bathroom, that was for sure. And, finally, one of the blue tiled walls had a huge mirror set into it, reaching almost from floor to ceiling. She told me to stand up in front of it, and we stood there together, looking at my reflection.

I almost didn't recognize myself. There I stood, completely naked, except for the studded collar, a thick black line around my neck and throat. Brown and red sauces were smeared all over my face, on my chin, on my eyebrows, in my hair. I had flecks of rice sticking to my cheeks. And somehow a trail of sauce had become smeared onto my left tit. I remember standing there, looking at myself, and some part of my mind was studying me in a detached, analytical way. I remember thinking about how vulnerable I looked, and scared.

Now, still standing beside me, the two of us still gazing into the mirror, Miss Lessard started to unbutton her leather coat. As she undid the last button, and the coat swung open, I couldn't stop an audible gasp from escaping my lips. Underneath the coat she was wearing ... well, I don't really know the technical term for it. It might have been a corset, or it might have been what they call a body. It was made of rubber or PVC, shiny and black like her boots. Little metal eyelets ran in a line down the front. The shape was almost like a slightly old-fashioned lady's swimsuit, except for one thing; there were three openings. Her breasts and her pussy were exposed, framed with the shiny black material. I stood there with her beside me, my eyes locked on her reflection.

Her breasts were the same slightly tanned color as her thighs. She had large, dark nipples, and her tits looked full and heavy. My gaze lowered. The material wrapped around the tops of her thighs, but with a large opening in the middle, exposing her completely. Her pussy was partly shaved, leaving only a neat little strip of black hair. I saw her reflection smile as she watched me look at her.

Do you like what you see, Kate?' I didn't know how to reply, so I was silent until she prompted me again. Kate?'

Yes Mistress, I suppose I do.' My voice sounded a bit grudging, and I was pleased. No point in not being honest though. You're, uh, you're very pretty.'

`Good, I'm pleased about that, since you're about to become very intimately acquainted with my body. First of all, though, we should get you nice and clean, and I know a fun way to do it. Sit down.'

I sat as she directed me, my body at about forty five degrees to the mirror, my legs splayed out.. She stood very close to me, her feet on either side of my left knee, her legs slightly bent, her body almost directly above mine.

`Do you know what I'm going to do now, Kate?'

Despite myself, despite the fact that I didn't want to know, I did. `Yes', I said, but I mumbled it. Not for the first time that day, I couldn't believe that this was really happening to me.

`Louder, please'.

`Yes Mistress, I know.'

`That's good, Kate, that's very good. Now, there's two things. While I'm doing it, you will touch yourself, between your legs. And, right now, before we get started, I want you to beg me to do it. Do you understand?'

Yeah, I understood. Actually doing it was another matter, though. I nodded, and tried to compose myself. She waited calmly, looking at our reflections. I took a deep breath, squeezed my fists tight together, relaxed them, closed my eyes, opened them again.

Please Mistress, I want you to pee on me.' She nodded encouragingly, wanting me to continue. Please pee on me, Mistress, please, uh, piss on me. Piss on my face'. Our gazes locked in the mirror, and she just looked at me, slightly quizzically, waiting for me to say it. Uh, please pee ... I swallowed hard. `Please pee in my mouth, Mistress.'

She smiled, and patted my hair. `Well done, Kate. Now remember, you're to play with yourself. And I want you to watch in the mirror.' A look of concentration came on to her face, and she closed her eyes. There was a long moment where nothing happened, and I just sat there, looking at the mirror, biting my top lip, waiting. And then she breathed out sharply, audibly, and began to pee.

It splashed onto my hair, first. I watched in the mirror as it arched out from between her legs, slightly yellow-coloured even as it moved through the air, and landed on me, bouncing off my hair, running down over my bare skin. It felt warm, and I could smell it already. I remembered to put one hand between my legs and start rubbing myself there gently, just as she opened her eyes. She smiled, watching her pee cascade over my naked body.

`Tip your head back, and open your mouth, dear', she murmured. I obeyed, and she moved her body slightly, directing the flow onto my face. It hit my cheek, and some ran into my open mouth. It tasted hot, almost salty, almost sweet. For a second the flow came straight into my mouth, spilling out, running down my chin, and I had to swallow in order not to choke. It seemed to go on forever. It was overwhelming; her pee became all I could taste, all I could smell. She pissed all over me, on my face, in my mouth, on my tits. It ran down my skin and pooled around me on the tiles. Eventually it there was one final, juddering spurt, and then it was over. She stepped back and looked at me, and smiled.

`You really do look lovely like this. But you've not thanked me for your little treat.'

Thank you, Mistress.' She looked at me questioningly again, waiting. Uh, thank you for using me as your toilet.' I couldn't believe I'd just said that, but it seemed to please her.

That's better.' She took a firm grip of my hair, and, fairly gently, tugged on it, showing me that I was to kneel. She moved to stand in front of me, her exposed pussy perhaps an inch from my face. I could see shiny drops of pee still clinging to her. Now, I think it's time for you to have a little lesson in how to please your mistress.'

And for what must have been about twenty minutes she guided me as I licked and tongued her. She kept one hand resting on my head, fingers loosely intertwined with my hair as she instructed and directed me. I could feel the pee on my body drying and becoming sticky. I was still, I think, in a state of shock from what had just happened; it hardly seemed weird to have my tongue inside someone's cunt. The hard tiles hurt my shins and my knees, and after a while my tongue started to feel tired. I got a crick in my neck, too. To begin with she just tasted of pee, but after a while another, different taste and smell came through, thicker, muskier. She tasted the way she felt, warm and sticky, almost cloying. Eventually her breathing quickened, and she swore twice, and tugged hard on my hair, pulling my face into her, pushing herself into me as she came.

For a moment after that we were both quiet, her standing, me kneeling. Then she knelt down and kissed me lightly on the forehead.

You did very well, Kate. In fact, you've done very well all day. I knew you would. The very first time I saw you I knew that you were strong and brave enough to make a wonderful little slave.' I really didn't know whether to feel pleased by that or not. As a reward I'm going to give you some time by yourself, to get nice and clean. There are towels in that cupboard, and I want you to feel free to use any of the shampoos and soaps and creams, anything you want, okay?' She pointed to a little clock on the shelf beside the sink. `I want you to come upstairs in forty minutes'. She kissed me again, on the cheek this time, and left.

The door had a little latch on it, and I locked it. I knew it didn't make any difference, but it still made me feel a little better. Forty minutes, all to myself. I got the shower hose, and used it to clean the floor a bit. The tiles were slightly sloped, leading to a little plughole set into the corner, and so it was pretty easy to quickly wash most of her pee away. I sat on the toilet and peed, and then had a shower myself. It was a great shower. You could make the water go really hot, and the water pressure was so good that if you wanted you could make it feel like needles, make it feel almost like it was scouring your skin away. By the time I was finished my skin felt red and raw, and I almost felt clean. Almost, but not quite. I still had twenty five minutes left, so I ran a bath, and poured in about five or six different kinds of bath foam. When I stopped running the water there was a huge mound of bubbles, almost spilling out of the tub, and the room smelt like a cross between a jungle and the perfume section of a department store. I stepped in, and let my body sink down into the bubbles and the water, closing my eyes. I'd been frightened that I might fall asleep and miss my deadline, but I didn't really feel sleepy. I felt sort of wired, the way you do sometimes when you're really tired.

I was out of the bath and dry with two minutes to go. The towels were huge and fluffy and soft. I didn't have any clothes to put on, and my collar had of course stayed on the whole time, so, with one last look around my temporary sanctuary, I stepped out and walked upstairs. The lights in the bathroom went out automatically a second after I left. I felt clean, but light, almost empty, as if my bath had hollowed me out.

She was upstairs when I got there, sitting on the bed, leafing through a book. There was music playing, though I couldn't see the speakers. It was classical music, lots of strings, but I think it must have been modern, experimental. Some bits were very quiet and soothing, and then it would suddenly become harsh and discordant. I didn't like it very much. She smiled at me.

There you are. Did you have a nice bath?' She stood up. I thought we'd play for a little bit longer before bedtime.'

In the big space in the middle of the room she had set up a kind of metal frame. It was about waist height, with a sort of padded dip in the middle of the top bar, and legs extending on either side to keep it stable. She gestured me over, and showed me how to bend over it, my waist supported by the dipped bit. It was quite high for me; it forced me onto my tiptoes. She put little leather and metal manacles around each of my ankles, and chained them to the bottom of the frame, and then did the same to my hands on the other side. Now I was trapped there, bent almost double, my legs spread wide, my bottom high in the air.

`Oh yes, we can have lots of fun this way.' She ran a fingernail lightly along my back and down between my slightly parted bum cheeks, and an involuntary shudder ran through me. She tapped her finger against my puckered hole, as if testing the resistance, and then moved her hand down to my pussy. Gently she traced her fingertips over me, in little circles, occasionally stopping to stroke the tops of my thighs. She took her time, going very slowly, sometimes taking her hand away altogether, making me wait for the next touch, making me guess where it might come. In a way it was almost unbearable, but in another way it was really rather nice. Eventually she stopped, and moved away behind me. My body, more than my mind, felt expectant. It was like my skin was hungry, waiting for more physical contact, of whatever kind.

You're very wet down there, did you know that?' She was back, standing in front of me. With my head forced down the way it was, I could only really see her legs. I love girls who juice up nice and quickly.' She put a kind of case down on the ground, where I could see it. It was like a drawer, really. I guess she probably had a rack full of them. Inside it, set into a nice moulded lining, was a selection of dildos, all black, all looking absolutely huge to me.

`Have you ever had a cock inside you, Kate?'

Strangely, given that I was naked and spreadeagled, and about to have my body violated once again, I actually felt embarrassed by the question. I shook my head.

`Well, don't worry. In the right hands these can be a lot better than a real cock. And you don't need to fret, I'll break you in nice and gently. I don't want to hurt my precious little slave. Not too much, anyway.'

She selected a dildo from the box. It was quite long, horrifyingly to my eyes, but it was at least fairly slim, not really much thicker than a tube of lipstick. The same width as two of my fingers pushed tight together, perhaps. She knelt down, and held it to my mouth, and I let her slide it between my lips. Thankfully she didn't try to force too much in. I sucked on it as best as I could from that position, and after a moment she tugged it out, stood up, and walked behind me. All my nerves felt like they were on fire. She let me wait, let me wait until I thought I was going to burst with anticipation and dread, and then I felt the rounded tip pushing, gently but insistently, against my lips. I suppose I must have been pretty damp down there, like she said, because it seemed to slide in fairly easily. She put perhaps an inch in, and then let it sit there, letting me get used to the feeling of having my body penetrated and filled. Then she pulled it out a little, not all the way, and slid it in further, and then again, and again. The third time it felt like it could go no further, like it was bumping against my insides, and then she slid it out, and in again, even further, making me gasp. She kept going, speeding up a little, putting a little more force in it, but maintaining a rhythm. It hurt a little, especially at the end of each thrust, but I could also feel this warm feeling spreading through me, and found myself anticipating each thrust and withdrawal. She kept it up for perhaps five minutes, and then pulled it out, and walked around to stand in front of me. She knelt and again put the dildo to my lips. This time I could see it shining, glinting with my own moisture. I sucked the tip, and licked the sides, tasting myself. She put it back in the case, and I found myself wondering if she cleaned them between uses, and who else she had used them on. She seemed to ponder for a while, and then selected another one. It was shorter, but an awful lot fatter, with little curved ridges running down it in spirals. It was probably a little bit thicker than the top of a bottle of beer. The width of a little tube of hair-spray, maybe. Again I had to suck it, and then she moved behind me. This time it hurt as it went in. It really felt like it was stretching me, and I felt a bit scared. She got the tip in, and held it there, softly stroking my back, soothing me, and then she suddenly pushed it in hard, as far as she could. I screamed. For a second I was sure she'd really hurt me, hurt my insides. It felt like I was totally stretched, filled to bursting. My whole body suddenly felt chilled, freezing, and my limbs felt numb. Even breathing seemed hard. She let it stay there for a long time, and stroked my sides softly, and lowered her face to my skin, and gently kissed me. Eventually I started to feel warmer, more normal, and it didn't feel quite so terribly huge inside me, and she started to move it, slowly, carefully, sliding it in and out, just a little bit at first, and then more. She moved her other hand between my legs, too, and started to caress me as she slid the thick shaft in and out of me, the ridges massaging my flesh. She found my clit with a fingertip and started to stroke and prod it as she began to fuck me faster. Waves of warmth surged through me, I couldn't think coherently. My brain, in fact my whole body, felt like I was melting. Finally I came, moaning.

She pulled the dildo out in one smooth motion as I was still coming, and stroked my back with her hand, soothing me as my breathing subsided and my body stilled. After a little while she went and collected the case of dildos and moved off behind me again. I felt totally drained, exhausted. But she was back, standing in front of me, with another case.

`That's one of your lovely little holes seen to, Kate. Now it's time for the other one.'

She showed me the case. It was another lot of what looked like dildos, except this time they were mostly smaller, and made out of what looked like plastic, instead of heavy latex like the earlier ones. They were all brightly coloured, reds and purples, and what with all their little bumps and bulges, I remember thinking they looked like the set from some bad 60's sci-fi film. There was a little tube in there, too, and she picked this up and moved behind me. There was a pause, and then I felt her finger, slick and cold with lubricant, rubbing in a little circle around my asshole. I gasped with surprise, and then again as her finger slipped inside me. She wriggled it a little bit, and then pulled it out, with a slight plopping sound. A second later it was back, with more lube, pushing around inside me, greasing me up.

She moved back in front of me, and let me smell her finger, but didn't, to my relief, make me lick it this time. It mostly smelt of slightly scented lube, with an earthier scent hidden below it. She chose the smallest toy from the case. It was a light purple colour, about the same thickness as my index finger, but only a couple of inches long, with a slight curve. She walked slowly behind me again, and after a second of anticipation I felt it pushing against me. There was a moment of resistance, and then it popped inside, and immediately seemed to be swallowed up; I felt like it was deep inside me. It hurt a little bit, but not nearly as badly as the thick dildo in my pussy had earlier; again, I mostly just felt strangely full. She started to carefully work it around, sliding it in and out very gently, before very slowly tugging it all the way out. That was the strangest part. It seemed to take ages, and felt almost like having a poo, except I wasn't doing anything. It was almost a nice feeling, and almost a horrible one, all at the same time. She moved back around, and squatted down, so I could see her, and very deliberately, eyes locked on mine, she licked the tip of the dildo. I swallowed hard.

`Delicious.' She replaced it, and, after careful deliberation, chose another. This one was longer, perhaps six or seven inches, shaped as a series of undulating curves, getting wider towards the base. While I was watching she carefully rubbed lube all over it, and then disappeared behind me again. The first touch I felt, however, was her hand, caressing me between my legs. I couldn't stop a sigh from escaping my lips as she trailed her fingers over my thighs and my pussy lips, which felt very sensitive, almost swollen. After a minute or so I felt her other hand investigating my asshole, presumably checking that I was still sufficiently lubricated. Apparently she was satisfied, for now I felt the tip of the new toy pressing insistently against my opening, even as she continued to gently stroke my cunt with her other hand. Again there was a moment of resistance, and then it seemed almost to be pulled into me. It came very smoothly at first, and then suddenly it felt huge. I was sure I could feel it pressing against my insides, with nowhere to go, and the larger bumps nearer the base seemed to be stretching my asshole incredibly tightly. I let out a sharp breath. She patted my bottom, never ceasing her ministrations to my pussy with her other hand.

`Shh, it's okay, you can do it.' She pulled it out a little, and then back in. It hurt, and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. It reminded me of when I'd been on school camp a few years before, and I hadn't had a poo for almost three days, because the toilets there were so disgusting. When I'd got home again, after I'd hugged my sister, the first thing I had done had been to go straight to the bathroom. Having a shit then had felt almost like this, though it had taken more effort; it had been the same tight, full feeling, the same stinging sensation that made my eyes tear up. However, on both occasions, hidden beneath the slight pain, there had been an almost pleasurable sensation, and as she continued to move the curvy shaft in and out of me that sensation got stronger and stronger. Her clever fingers between my legs definitely helped, too. She must have sensed that I was becoming more comfortable, because suddenly I heard a little clicking sound, and the dildo began to vibrate inside me. If I had been standing up, rather than being mostly suspended as I was, I'm sure that I would have collapsed right then. My whole body seemed to go incredibly weak and distant and tingly. I think I was about to come again when, without warning, she turned the vibrator off and removed her hand from between my legs.

`I've been very soft on you so far, Kate, but I'm going to get a little bit stricter now. As my slave, you may not come without my express permission. Do you understand me?'

My whole body felt aflame, my nerves sparking. `Yes Mistress, I understand'. I would have said almost anything right then, I think. I just wanted to be allowed to climax. She pulled the vibrator out from me, quickly, not allowing me to savour that funny feeling, and then unlocked my cuffs. She helped me to stand up and walk to the bed. My legs and arms felt numb and slightly sore. She told me to lie down, and briskly rubbed my limbs, getting the blood moving again. It was efficient, but not sensual. The she lay down beside me on the bed.

`My turn now. Use your mouth on my nipples, please.'

I obeyed. Actually, now that I was feeling fairly aroused, I almost enjoyed it. I found that I quite liked moving my lips and tongue over her large, hard nipples, working out from the changing sounds her breath made what she liked most. Once or twice I managed to make her moan softly, and felt very pleased with myself. After a while she grunted, and told me to do her cunt next. She was slightly out of breath, and her voice sounded a bit funny. I moved down, and lowered my face between her legs. Again there was that strong musky scent, which I still wasn't sure if I liked. I kissed and licked her thighs and mound and lips, trying to remember the things she'd told me to do earlier, and then let my tongue slip, slightly curled up, inside her. I wanted to touch myself, but didn't dare. She moaned, and swore twice, quite loudly. I saw her fingers clench at the bedspread, relax, and then tighten again, and she came, moaning. My lips and face felt wet and sticky, and I could still taste her.

We lay quietly on the bed for a moment, and then she looked at me, her expression hard to read.

Well, Kate, you look to me like you're still all aroused.' She tilted her head to one side, watching me. Are you still horny, little Kate?'

I lowered my eyes, unable to meet her gaze, and mumbled. `Yes, Mistress.'

`Louder.'

`Yes, Mistress, I'm still horny.'

She watched me for a few seconds more. `Perhaps we can do something about that. But you're going to have to beg me again. Or, if you would prefer, we can call it a night.'

A choice. She was giving me a choice. After an afternoon an evening of orders, of commands, I finally had brief moment of autonomy. Of course, my nerves still felt aflame, my body still ached for some kind of satisfaction. Really, I had no choice at all, and I guess that she knew it. Still, I paused for as long as I thought I could. Somehow this felt more humiliating than just taking orders.

Please Mistress, please, uh, make me come.' I looked at her, searching for some sign that I was saying the right thing, but her expression was still blank, unreadable. Please fuck me Mistress.' Again I could hardly believe that I'd just said it, but I could feel that warmth growing between my legs again as I spoke. `Please use my cunt, and, uh, my asshole, Mistress, please make me come.' She nodded.

`Very well. Lie on your back, knees up, feet on either side of your bottom. Yes, like that.'

She stood up, and moved off to one side of the room. I closed my eyes. I couldn't believe I had actually asked for this. What was wrong with me? I wasn't enjoying myself, was I? I didn't like the things she was doing to me, the things she made me do? I thought about earlier, being forced to expose myself, being used as a toilet. I certainly hadn't enjoyed that. Nah, don't worry about it, I told myself. You're just making the best of a bad situation.

She came back, carrying a large black dildo and what looked like a chain of little blue balls, starting small and getting larger, with a loop at the bottom. She put her hands on my hips and tugged me forward, so that my bottom was almost sticking over the edge of the bed. I waited to feel her mouth on my cunt; instead, there was a long moment of nothing, and suddenly I felt her tongue on my asshole, strong and warm and wet, probing me, licking, pushing, forcing it's way inside. I could hear my breathing, loud, ragged-sounding. Her tongue wriggled, and I moaned, I couldn't help it. Finally the tongue withdrew, swiping one last time across my puckered entrance.

`What a delicious and receptive bottom you have, Kate.'

Now I heard a buzzing sound, just as she gently pressed the tip of the large black vibrator against my mound, sending a shiver through me. She slowly started to trace it over me, over my legs and between them, teasing me. At the same time I felt the smallest of the blue balls pressing against my asshole, gradually squeezing in. It felt slightly soft and squishy. She started to circle the vibrator tip against my cuntlips as she worked the second ball into my ass. My eyes were squeezed tight-shut. As the third and fourth balls went in she found my clit with the vibrator, and I moaned again. My ass felt totally full now, and I could feel the spheres inside me, moving and jiggling with every little movement I made. She pushed the vibrator inside me, smoothly, making me grunt, and then she must have changed the settings. It started to vibrate much faster and harder, feeling like it was sending shocks through my whole body. And then she tugged on the chain of balls, pulling them out of my ass, one at a time, and I came again. This time I think I probably screamed.

I wasn't totally conscious of anything for a little while after that. I was vaguely aware of her moving about, putting things away, getting things, but I didn't pay much attention. It was all I could do to lie still, my eyes closed. She touched my arm.

`Time for bed. You will sleep on the floor.'

She clipped a long chain to my collar, and attached it to a bolt on a nearby pillar. She had put a pillow and a big, soft-looking fleecey duvet on the floor to one side of the bed, and I lay down there. It was actually quite comfortable, and the chain was long enough to not feel too constraining. Of course, I was so tired by then that I could probably have slept upside down in a cave of bats. My face was still sticky with the juice from her cunt, and my pussy and my bottom felt strange, tired and a bit sore. She went downstairs for a little while, probably to use the bathroom, and by the time she came back I was almost asleep. She turned the music off, and the lights, and got into bed.

The last thing I remember that night was her voice. `Sleep well, Kate. We're going to have a tiring day again tomorrow, with lots of fun adventures. I want to go out and show my little slave off to everyone.' And then sleep claimed me.