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2009-06-29
I wake up as a thud hits the floor. When I open my eyes, I see it is my master. I quickly kneel down with my face on the floor, and I can feel his evil grin. I almost laugh, but don't, because I would get in trouble. He opens the door to my cage and fixes my leather collar around my neck, attaching the chain lead and pulling me upstairs behind him. He sits down at the breakfast table and eats his eggs. I kneel beneath the table and suck him. I love doing that, but I have an intolerance to his semen in my mouth (An allergy) so he notifies me when he is going to cum, and I move back. He squirts on the floor, and I exit from beneath the table. He hands me a piece of toast, and pushes me to my knees. "Okay, slave. We are going shopping today, because you have no clothes for our vacation next week. Put these clothes on. " I have two pairs of clothes. He hands me the white pair. This consists of a white shirt that might as well be a bra, but is made of thinner fabric and straps.
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the shorts that go with it are skintight, with a large nub were my pussy goes, so I am always being teased. I dress hastily, and run out to the car.
Once in the car, Master hands me an anal plug, and tells me to insert it. I take off the shorts and work it into my hole, then pull them back on. I squiggle in my seat a little, to make them comfortable. Finally we arrive at the mall, and Master quickly takes me to the nearest bathroom. Inside, he opens our kit. Everytime we go shopping, I put on a different face. We have all sorts of skin patches and wigs, and a fake I. D. to go with every one. Today, I have sleek brunette hair and lush lips, and my eyes are brown. Opposed to my black hair, my largish lips, and violet eyes, I look completely different.
We walk into a department store, and my master looks at outfits. We have no trouble paying for them, as my master makes about 5 million dollars every year, training slaves.
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I am his personal slave, and to cover up our relationship in public, we married. I watch him intently as he adds outfits to my arms, but I also see him slip a few clasps into his pocket. Ouch.
master leads me into a changing stall, and closes the door behind us. All of a sudden, I know why he chose this store. Instead of dinky doors on the changing rooms, they have solid wood full length doors. soundproof. Master takes off hsi back pack, and pulls out some restraints.
He fixes me in the middles of the room, and binds me heavily. I can't move an inch as I see him remove the clasps that hold the pants to the hanger. He opens one and places it over my clit. I am still not fully aroused, so he must play with my clit a bit first. after it is standing on end, he places the clamp over it again, and pushes it down. I gasp and tears come to my eyes, but master just grants me an evil grin. He takes out two more, and repeats the process with my nipples, which doesnt hurt as much, but still hurts a damned lot.
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I squeal as he walks around me and slaps my tits and ass, which still holds the plug. He does something behind me, but when he comes out, he is holding a whip. "I don't like that squealing slut. You should be punished. everytime you move or make a noise, I give you two more wippings. Count them. " He starts with a brutal whipping. I squirm and whimper as I say one. "tsk tsk tsk, that sounded like a whimper. two more now. " I curse him in my mind as the whip comes down again on my ass. I growl out "2". I scream when he whips my pussy, I just can't help it. the whip hit the clamp on my clit. He looks at me blankly and says "Five more for that" I count out 18 with no more incident, except for a good squirming when he hits my pussy.
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I am sore and in a lot of pain.
I want to scream, but hold it in when Master removes the egg from his pocket. The terrible egg is different from many others, because my master designed it. It has a wireless control on it, but the control uses radio towers to connect, so wherever I am in the U. S. A, he can control the egg. The egg itself starts out the size of a bouncy ball, but once inside of a person, it grows to be he size of a baseball.
He inserts the small ball into my dripping pussy, then expands it with the control. He puts the terrible thing on and it vibrates heavily. I squirm around as it bumps the plug, causing deep vibrations in my ass also. Master takes off my restraints and walks with me to the counter, where we purchase the clothes. I walk around the mall with him, almost orgasming several times as he buys stuff for our vacation. After the shopping is done, he sits me down to lunch and we eat some great italian food together, but after, I see him slip some ginger paste into his pocket.
Master decides to walk around the the mall, and when we cross the arcade, he puts in two quarters to play dance dance revolution. I want to kill him.
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Every step had been agonizing, and now this? With a baseball sized vibrating toy, and a butt plug in me? With clamps on my nipples and clit, and welts on my pussy and ass? He gives me a good hard glare, and I step onto the platform. He chosses a hard song and whispers in my ear "If you want to escape another beating, you will get at least 90% of the steps in this game. The torture of doing all the steps is terrible, the vibrations bauncing around, the plug working itself into me, I thank the lord when it is over and I get 91%. Master walkks me out to the car and helps me into the back. He removes the buttplug and fucks my ass fast, heavy, which brings me quite a lot of pain after the beating. When he is done, he comes in me, then pulls out and replaces the butt plug. I dont move as he gets into the drivers seat and takes me home to pack for vacation.
I am excited to write the second part, or about the vacation, so please read and review, I love comments.
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