Cindy wasn’t considered beautiful by the girls in her senior class in high
school. She was 18 years old and had full curves, full thighs, full voluptuous
breasts. Svelte she wasn’t, and svelte was in – for the girls. Boys, however,
saw in her the raw material for their endless fantasies. I couldn’t get her
out of my mind, and just had to have her. I had just bought a house and
discovered an old forgotten underground bomb shelter beneath its basement from
the 50’s. It was perfect for my plan.
Chloroform, a lonely road at night and an engineered flat tire, and she was
mine. I held her in a small cage constructed of steel. The floor was connected
to electrical wires, and simple equipment, allowed me to control the electrical
current. The bars were only vertical, and were left unconnected to the
electric wires. In the cage, there was only a simple metallic chemical
toilet.
She wore a skirt and a white button down blouse. As she woke up, I observed
her through a concealed camera. As she became less groggy, she tried to control
her panic, used the toilet and explored the small cage which she was locked
into.
I switched on a bright spot light, aimed at her, to keep her panicked and
confused.
I walked up to the cage and said, “Your name is slave girl, and I am your
master.”
She blinked and tried to control her fear. “Open this thing and let me out,
NOW!” she demanded.
I switched on the low current, and watched as she jumped and screamed in pain,
as she madly looked for a way out of her situation. She desperately lunged for
the bars, and realized they weren’t electrified. She pulled herself up on the
verticle bars, and pressed her feet together against the bars to help her to
support her weight. But there was no horizontal bars, and the effort was
exhausting.
Her breasts heaved, as her blouse became soaked in her sweat, and clung to her
fully curved, well filled out, and now well defined form. I calmly stood and
observed her, as she inevitably weakened and slipped down the bars, closer and
closer to the electrified floor. When her foot touched the floor, she screamed
in shock, and jumped back up to cling with all her diminishing strength to the
bars, now slippery with her sweat.
After a short time, she was slipping down the bars again, and pleaded with me,
desperately begging me to turn off the electricity. After several more seconds,
I turned off the switch. She fell to the floor, and unable to support her
weight at first.
“Stand slave girl and face your Master!” I demanded.
She got up, still shaking uncontrollably and sweating profusely.
“What is your name?” I asked her.
“Why are you doing this to AHHHHHHHHHH!!!” she started to say, before being
shocked. The current hit her, and she jumped back up on the bars, clinging
again with both her hands and feet pressed desperately together, with all her
strength.
“Your name?” I repeated.
“Ci Ci Ci Cindy!!” she cried breathlessly.
“Wrong answer” I replied calmly. I set the timer to random. It would then
switch the electric current on and off, without warning. “Master will be back
in a few hours to check on slave girl.”
“NO! Don’t leave me here, you bastard! Come back!!!” she pleaded.
I observed the scene on my computer screen, as my prisonor periodically leapt
up from the current flowing though the metal floor, and clung to the bars.
Inevitably she would tire, and slip down to the floor, and then would scream
and plead, even though nobody was there, to turn off the electric current. When
the current was off, she would lay on the floor, curled up in a fetal position,
or try to find a lose bar, or another way to escape from the cage. She quickly
realized that her situation was hopeless. She was exhausted and totally
distraught, shaking, and crying.
I returned and switched off the current. She collapsed to the floor. I let her
rest for a few minutes before saying, “Stand and face me.”
She pulled herself up with great effort, by holding onto the bars, and looked
at me.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“S..s….slavegirl, I am slavegirl.” she replied.
“And my name?”
“You are Master.”
“Very good slavegirl. Your function is to follow my commands and to please me.
Or you will be punished.” I informed her.
“No! Please, no more.” she cried.
“Obeying me is the only way to save yourself from punishments. Unbutton your
blouse.” I advised her.
“No, plea… AHHHHHHJHHH YYYes I will obey!! Please master, turn it off!!!”
she begged. Back on the metal floor, she unbuttoned her blouse.
“Take it off.” I said.
She took it off, revealing a white bra, covering her very full and generous
tits. A deep cleavage and still a lot more flesh spilling out from above and
between her full knockers.
“Take off the skirt.” I demanded, when her blouse laid on the floor.
Her hands shook, as she undid the buttons and fasteners, then slid the skirt
down her full ass and generously rounded thighs to the floor. Her panties were
skimpy, and embarrassed her greatly, as her unshaved triangle was partly
visible. The muscles in her thighs and calves still twitched and shook from the
exertion of pressing herself up against the bars of her cage.
I held out my hand and she handed me her clothing through the bars. “Face left,
slavegirl…now right.” I demanded.
Her full body profile was breathtaking. With each breath, her tits rose and
fell. Her fullness and voluptuousness were everything I had fantasized
about.
I could hardly believe that my fantasy was now reality, and that this helpless
girl was in a hopeless situation, totally under my control. I wanted to
proceed slowly, to savor every moment.
“Slide the shoulder straps off your shoulders.” I commanded, and she did so
with shaking hands.
“What do you think comes next, slavegirl?” I asked.
“Please.” she begged, knowing that I wanted her to expose her tits. She saw me
reaching for the switch, and pleaded, “No Master, please!! Next you will
command me to remove my bra.”
“Then do it.” I replied.
She removed it, and pitifully covered what she could with her trembling
hands.
“Clasp your hands behind your back!” I ordered.
She followed my command, and I gasped, as she revealed the fullest and most
well formed mounds of breasts that I had ever seen. Her nipples were partially
erect from the cool air, and her areolae were large and pinkish. Despite her
fullness, there was amazingly no sagging to her huge tits, and her nipples
pointed almost straight ahead.
She had tears in her eyes, and was blushing with anger, shame and humiliation.
She wanted this to end, but was in a hopeless situation. She could think of no
way out, and was desperate. Also, she was hungry and thirsty, as well as
exhausted.
“Turn left… right…back to me..bend over..feet apart..further apart.. face
front… bend over.” I said, forcing her to show me her entire, nearly naked
body.
Her humiliation was complete. Nothing could have prepared her for a strange
man controlling her and exploiting her, dominating her in this way.
“I know what you are thinking slavegirl. Keep this in mind. You aren’t yet
totally naked. I haven’t yet touched you. Your training is only just beginning.
Now, take off your panties for your master, worthless slave.” I said.
She shuddered from both the cold and her fear, and silently wept, as she slid
her panties down to the floor, and handing them to me, the man who had full
control over her. She stood before me, her master, totally naked, but knew not
to try and cover or hide her nakedness from me.
“I know that you are tired slavegirl, but first we have to do some exercises.
You could lose a kilo or two. You’ll do some jumping jacks. Start now!”
I said.
She jumped and spread her feet, while raising her arms high above her head,
and then jumped back down, with her feet together, and her arms by her sides.
Her tits jiggled, flapped and danced uncontrollably on her chest, very
uncomfortably, as she jumped up and down.
“Higher! Faster! Or the current gets switched back on!!!” I shouted.
Her speed increased, she began to sweat, and her tits rocked, roiled, and
swung crazily. When she seemed near collapse, I ordered her to stop. She was
gasping for breath, as her tits rose and fell with each breath. The sweat
flowed down and between her heaving boobs, and dripped off of her nipples. Her
legs were shaking, barely supporting her.
She started to collapse, and sit on the floor when I shouted, “Stand! Hands
over your head!”
She stood back up, assuming the position that I commanded her to get into.
She was heaving; exposed, sweating, exhausted, beaten, and trying to control
her ragged breathing.
“This is just the first day of your training and taming, slavegirl. You will
obey every order that I give you, and you will satisfy all of my wishes, you
will turn my fantasies into reality. Now beg your Master to sponge you off,
and clean you very carefully, especially in the most sensitive parts of your
body.”
DAY TWO
I gave her a small portion of food, and a limited amount of water. I wanted her
hungry, thirsty and totally dependent on on me. She slept on a thin mattress
that I supplied to her for a few hours, while I worked out the continuing plan.
To break this girl was going well, and less of a challenge than I had thought
it would be. Day two involved something much more difficult. I wanted to see
if I could bring her to the point where she would be extremely sexually
excited, and would beg me to satisfy her needs. I read about these situations
all of the time, but it always seemed fake, and much too easy. The girl in the
story or movie turns into an instant slut, and is begging for it in no time at
all. I knew it wouldn’t be so easy. I doubted if it was even possible at all.
Day two would be interesting.
“UP!” I shouted, and beat the bars of her cage with a stick, to startle her
into waking. It all came back to her instantly, and she curled up in fear.
“One minute for the toilet, and then stand with your hands over your head.”
I watched intently, staring right at her crotch as she urinated, to continue
her humiliation. She stood in the center of her cage, her hands over her head,
her tits thrust out and lovely.
“Now, run in place! Begin … now!” I said, looking at the second hand of my
watch.
She began running, and her very generous tits began jiggling and bouncing
wildly.
“Knees higher! Run faster!” I demanded.
She was red from exhertion and shame. Her tits were heaving and bouncing and
sweat was flowing freely down her body. She strarted to tire and slow down. A
zap of electricity to the floor caused her to scream in surprise, and her pace
was faster than ever.
“Beg your Master to let you rest.” I said.
“Please Master, let slavegirl rest. PLEASE!!” she pleaded.
“You may stop slavegirl.” I replied.
She gasped for breath, then I suddenly doused her with freezing water from a
shower over her head. The water ran down into a drain in her cage. She
screamed in shock and surprise as the cold water pelted her, and began
shivering and hugging herself in the cold basement air.
“Hands on your head!” I ordered.
She stood with hands on her head, shivering. Her large nipples were
fully erect.
“Come here and stand pressed against the bars!” I demanded.
She did as I had ordered to do, resulting in her tits pressed against and
through the bars.
“If you move, your punishment will be terible, slut.” I advised her.
I couldn’t resist pinching and pulling on those full errect nipples, while she
clenched her teeth, and stood still, with her hands clasped on top of her head.
She drip dried while I kneaded her breasts and pinched her throbbing nipples.
She was scared, exhausted, hungry and thirsty. I hoped that this general
weakness would help me to reach my goal.
It was time to try. I put leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles from outside
of the cage, and tied her to the bars. After I entered her cage, I moved her
to the mattress, face up, with her hands and feet spread wide apart, and tied
to the bars. She was shivering with fear, and begging for release.
I let her rant on, as I took out a vibrator, and traced it ever so slowly from
the sole of her foot, up her calf, to the insides of her thigh, then back
down the other thigh and calf. I repeated this again and again. It wasn’t time
to get really intimate yet, so I continued sloooowly the vibrator along her
ribs, and around her full tits, but not touching her tits themselves
yet.
She calmed down a little, when she realized that there was no pain in what I
was doing for now. But she wasn’t a raging slut, begging for sex yet either. I
ran the vibrator around her tits, and slowwwly towards the center of her tit
mounds, closer and closer to her fully engorged, and super-sensitive nipples.
I placed my lips around her nipples, and began to kiss and suck on them, as she
begged me not to rape her. I slooowwwly traced the vibrator back down her ribs,
back to between her legs, in order to check on her wetness. This was reality.
She was scared, and wanted nothing more than to escape, so as not have sex
with her captor. She was still dry. I wasn’t surprised at this at all.
“Master. please, don’t do this to your slavegirl.” she begged.
I warned her to shut up, or I would zap her with more electricity. I then began
to circle her pussy with the vibrator, and to lightly touch her vaginal lips.
I slipped the vibrator gently between them, but didn’t yet enter deeply inside
of her. She tried to shift away from the vibrator with the limited freedom of
movement that the ropes provided. I blew on her cunt lightly, and traced my
fingers lightly around her pussy lips. She tried to close her legs together,
but of course was unable to do so, because the ropes were holding them
apart.
She had been warned not to speak, but she shook her head ‘no’, from side to
side. She longed to escape. She was still dry, so I continued for several
minutes, including entering her cunt, and stimulating her clit, yet this girl
had self-control. Though she was my prisoner, she was still in charge of her
most intimate desires. The morning was gone, and she was only partially
broken.
Spankings can be a turn on, and it was next on my list. I turned my buxom
slave girl over, and retied her hands and feet. I had her bent over my knees.
I swatted her ass and upper thighs with a ping pong paddle, while she counted
each stoke, and was then forced to thank me. Each swat made her tits heave and
jiggle, as they hung heavily below her body, unsupported. Her ass became
crimson and hot. Her face was no less red with shame and exertion.
I smacked one side of her full ass, then the other, alternating until
she could expect where the blow would fall and the pain would explode
on her tender tortured ass. Then I concentrated only on the right
buttock and smacked her hard six times in a row. The full fleshy skin
was red and flaming. She screamed in pained surprise and begged me to stop.
After 40 strokes, I traced my fingers from her knees up to the insides of her
thighs, and around her pussy lips. She was wet outside, but it was sweat, and
not her natural lubricating juices that accounted for it. Inside, she remained
dry and in control.
I wasn’t sure if my slave knew what my goal was. I couldn’t let her know that
so far she was winning the contest of control over her desires. Day one was
the master’s, but day two was won by the sexy, buxom slave with the huge
heaving tits, even if she didn’t know it.
DAY THREE
I expected to face a challenge, and I was right. This wasn’t a stupid
submissive slut, like in 90% of the bondage flicks, who explodes into an orgasm
as soon as the whip is flicked on her naked skin. I had in my possession a
normal young woman, who though she obeyed my every command, because she had no
choice, her sexual desires were still under her own control. She wasn’t a hot
bitch in heat, but a fully curved, captured prize, who wanted to go home.
I was angry and frustrated, so of course I took it out on my top-heavy slave
girl. I loved to see her tits heave and jiggle, and to see her grow red with
exhaustion and humiliation. I made her dance for me, and zapped her every time
that she started to slow down. The sight of her humping, while shaking and
bouncing her tits was a total turn on, and I reveled in it, until she stumbled
and fell to the ground from total exhaustion.
She was smelling quite rank by this time, and I decided to reward her for
turning me on, with a warm shower. I provided soap and shampoo, and left her
in supposed privacy in her cell, over the drain, with the warm water running
this time, instead of just the cold water. Unknown to her, I was watching her
on my computer screen, from the hidden camera trained on her cell.
Following the usual soaping, as I watched her intently, it finally dawned on me.
She had a secret spot, as perhaps all women do. She also thought that she
deserved the one reward that she could give to herself, in her hopeless
situation. She soaped and rubbed herself lightly with the tips of her fingers
in two places, on the undersides of her breasts, just below her areolas, and
especially in that private place between her cunt and her anus. It couldn’t be
called masturbation, but she received great comfort from it.
I returned and toweled her dry. I then tied her hands behind her back.
I explained to her that she would massage me, all over my body, using only
her breasts and nipples. She started to protest, but I slapped the side
of her udder, which hit the other one, setting both of them swinging,
like a pool ball reaction.
She held back a tear, and began massaging my chest. I rubbed a fragrant oil
onto her tits, concentrating just below her nipples, and observed that she
closed her eyes, and sharply took in her breath, when I touched her there. I
got completely undressed, and ordered her to concentrate on my erection. It
was magnificent. Next, I commanded the buxom slut to start from my head, and
work down my body, so that she would rub me, while stimulating the sensitive
undersides of her bulging tits. Again she closed her eyes, and breathed in
gasps, as she was forced to stimulate herself.
Next I laid her down on her back, again tying her feet up and apart. I started
to lightly stimulate her around her pussy lips, and then sloowwwly worked my
way back towards her anus. She gritted her teeth and breathed hard. The air
whooshed in and out of her lungs, as her full chest rose and fell. She arched
her back up off of the mattress, and closed her eyes.
After lightly stroking her in a circular pattern for several minutes,
alternating between her most sensitive and private spot, and her pussy lips, I
lifted my fingers slightly from her pulsating body. She immediately bucked
and sought out my fingers. She then willed herself to lie there still.
She was struggling with herself. She loved the stimulation, and needed
it badly, but to get it, meant surrendering her last vestige of respect and
dignity, to her hated master. Her hands were bound and her legs spread wide,
so that she could only get this stimulation from me. I observed her torment,
and blew lightly on that open, vulnerable spot. the light tufts of hair
parted from the air passing through them and the nerve endings of this
secret location were exposed as never before and were being exquisitely
stimulated with no protection at all. My slave’s secret weakness was not
only discovered for the first time, it was being fully exploited.
I decided to take a gamble. I told her that I would leave her now, in this
position, to rest for a while.
“No, please Master.” she pleaded.
“What, you don’t want to rest?” I asked in mock surprise.
“Please untie me, Master.” she begged, wanting to continue the wonderful
stimulation, but on her own.
“Master will leave you to rest like this for a few hours.”
My finger was still there, so close to her most tender and sensitive spot. She
struggled within herself, gritting her teeth, almost seeming to bite her
tongue, and finally she bucked her whole body as much as she could, in order to
reach my fingers, and screamed, “NO, Master! Please continue! PLEASE don’t
leave me like this.”
Another victory for the master!! Instead of the finger, I slowwwwly
traced around her vaginal lips with the engorged head of my penis. I
concentrated just below her pussy lips where she was exquisitely
sensitive to even the lightest touch. Then I brushed my own lips on
the undersides of her very full tits. Her nipples became instantly and
fully engorged. I played with her and drove her mad. I entered her
only slightly, and found her to be fully lubricated and very wet.
I pressed my lips down on an engorged nipple and entered slightly
further. She bucked up wildly and tried to capture my penis deep
within her. I anticipated this and withdrew as she bucked so that I
was no further inside of her and she was frustrated and wild for
relief.
I squeezed her full buttocks and she groaned for her feeling of
emptiness. I traced around her anus with my fingers while sucking
another engorged nipple. Then my finger slid over her juices slowly
from the anus over her most sensitive and unruly point as I stimulated
the super sensitive nerve endings of her G spot toward her vaginal
lips. It was too much for her and she totally lost control and
screamed while shaking uncontrollably. DEEP! PLEASE MASTER, BEG!!
DEEP!!
Master was having a bit of control problem by this time also, so I
thrust deep and hard inside of the quivering slave girl and we reached
a raging orgasm together as she finally got the stimulation she had
been begging for. She dropped off to sleep and I untied her and let
her sleep as a reward for making Master’s fantasies come entirely true.
