by Alan Horn
We were taken back to the house. Now we were loud. We sounded like the cymbals in a marching band. Today is Friday. Harold said, "Girls. There will be a dinner party tomorrow night. You will serve drinks and will be allowed to eat at table with the guests. Besides you, there will be eight people present. Master John , three women and four men. You will wear the red dresses and heels. Guests will begin arriving at six p.m.
Angela and I were taken to Master's office after we got to the house. The office chains were locked to our collars and our hands unlocked. Master had classical music playing low in the background. We crawled to Master John and put our heads onto the floor as required and waited. All our bells dinged as we crawled. There was no grace available to a naked crawling girl. My breasts swayed pendant below me and the bells dinged at every motion. My labia bells were not as loud and their chimes on a longer chain. Angela was just as loud but there was no harmony. I was embarrassed by the sound. The office was a quiet place I was violating. I felt small and worthless. I was just an animal, less than human. My Master had made me this way. No, that was not true. I was always this way. I just hid it well. Until my Master found me. He found my true self and exposed it to the world. He was my Master and I loved him. I loved that he could see and cherish the true me. I had been afraid I would always have to hide myself.
He said, "Kneel up." We lifted our heads and rose as high on our knees as we could. We crossed our wrists behind our back. Master reached down and lifted my nipple rings. He pulled up a little and I felt my breast lift. I felt a thrill run around my breast and streak to my loins. His touch was magic. He hadn't touched my flesh, just the metal and I was aroused. I flushed as the heat rose in me. He kept tweaking my rings and tugging it back and forth, up and down. The bells dinged and dinged. I hated being belled. I loved that I could be belled at the whim of my Master. My arousal grew with every motion, every ding.
Master said, "How does this feel, Emily?"
I saw in his face that he knew exactly what effect he was having on me. "Wonderful Master. I am in high arousal."
Master mused, "Research shows women's nipples affect the same brain area as their vagina. So a woman can have an orgasm due to nipple stimulation. Is that what you are feeling?"
The rat knew that was what was happening to me. I was right on the edge. I was in agony. I needed to come soon. "Yes, Master, please don't stop, please."
Master grinned and reminded me, "Emily, you do not have permission to come," and he let go of my rings.
It was devastating. I was helpless and so controlled. I needed to come, now. My loins glowed red hot and my cunt was dripping. I hadn't known my nipples could bring me to orgasm. It felt good to rub them, but who knew where it could go? Now that Angela and I knew this, would our hands ever be free again? Tears of frustration ran down my face. I remained where I was. I did not have permission to move.
Master lifted Angela's nipple rings. and tweaked them as he had mine. Angela smiled and started to redden. He stopped before she could come too. He locked our hands behind our backs.
Master stood in front of me. My mouth was in front of his groin. He said, "Emily service me." I used my mouth to free his cock. I was getting good at this maneuver. I took his limp cock in my mouth and started sucking and licking. Soon it was hard. He pulled out and said, "Stand up and bend over.
I was wearing my chastity belt, but my rear entrance was open. I felt his fingers applying lube around and inside my ass hole. Soon his rigid cock was probing me. His hands were gripping my waist. I relaxed my sphincter and felt his cock slide into me, with only a little resistance. It felt good. My belly was warm and full with my Master. He pumped in and out and I heard his breathing speed up. I was starting to feel more aroused too. Sometimes I could come from anal sex, especially if I was already aroused. That was true now. I hadn't cooled down from my almost nipple orgasm. It was getting pumped up again. I could feel him getting bigger in me. I was on the edge now and moaning. Angela watched us in silent rapture. I felt his hot seed spurt into me and fill me so full. I orgasmed immediately. I gasped and swayed. Master's hands held me up. I was still impaled by his manhood. It was shrinking now, but was still filling me. I didn't want him to leave me, but he finally pulled out. I felt his sperm dribble out my ass. I felt empty, bereft of his touch. I wanted to laugh with joy that I had served well and cry with loss.
He walked around me and said, "kneel, Emily. Clean me with your mouth."
I was used to this. It was standard for a sodomized girl to clean her master afterwards. Again. I obeyed and knew the joy of obedience and the shame of abasing myself. Nothing else could be so debasing. I smiled and said, "Thank you Master for permitting me to serve you."
Throughout my service, Angela had watched me. She didn't even glance at Master. I knew she was studying me, learning how she should behave when it was her turn.
Master released our hands and told us to dust the room. We each got a feather duster and started. When we finished we knelt in front of Master's desk. He was on the telephone discussing production costs. He finished the call and said, "Girls I've finished my business, join me on the couch." He walked to the big couch and sat in the middle. He motioned for each of us to join him, one on each side. We crawled over on our knees and inch wormed our way up beside him. He turned us so we were cuddled close, our heads on his shoulders, facing each other. He put his arms around our shoulders and pulled us closer. He tilted my head back and kissed me, long and hard. I loved the taste of every part of him. Although Master was twice our ages, he was the most commanding, virile, man I had ever known. He was my Master in every way. I loved him so. When we broke for air, he turned to Angela and kissed her long and hard too. Finally he stopped that kiss.
Master said, "Girls, I enjoy owning you all. How do you two feel about being here?"
I looked at Angela. She was looking blank. I said, "Master, I love it here. I love being your slave, your property. I wouldn't rather be anywhere else. I think all the girls feel that way. No one has complained about anything except for the chastity belts. And I sound like a mobile junkyard with all these bells.
"Thank you Emily," said Master, "how about you Angela?"
"I agree with Emily," she said. "You know I started here as the lesser of two evils. I don't consider this an 'evil' anymore. I feel alive and loved, and cared for here. Yeah, I'm helpless and kept on a short leash. Those are minor inconveniences and pale against the love and security I feel.
"Good," Master said. "I suspected as much from your behavior, but I like to do an explicit check every now and then. Angela, I feel I've shortchanged you. I inflicted an orgasm on Emily, but haven't given you one. Would you like one now?"
"Oh yes, Master, she begged, "please, please, please give me one. I've been in agony since you teased my nipples."
"All right," he said, "get on your knees between my legs, close to the couch. Kneel up."
He took a nipple ring in each hand and started tugging and twisting. After a moment Angela started blushing and ground her hips against the couch. He kept up the gentle manipulation and soon she was moaning and begging him not to stop. She came with a shriek. Her body sagged against the couch. She folded down into Master's lap and kissed his crotch over and over.
Master said, "OK, that's enough. Kneel. Climb backup on the couch." When she had crept back up beside Master, he took one of our breasts in each hand and began a gentle massage. He said, "close your eyes."
I felt his hand on the bottom of my breast, He rubbed his hand in a circular motion. His hand moved up the outside of my breast, almost to the top then descended again. When he reached the bottom, he thrust a finger through my nipple ring. He massaged around the base of the metal cone. My ring followed his finger and twisted my nipple. I felt my heat start to rise. I wanted so much to open my eyes. I wanted to see my Master's face and Angela's expression. I was sure it matched mine. I was so lucky I was a woman and could have endless orgasms. My poor Master took a long time to recover after
only one. That I was small, weak, and completely without control was of no consequence. It only mattered that I was given such pleasure, such love. I loved being the slave of a compassionate master. Master continued his stimulation and I heard the shriek proclaiming Angela's capitulation to pleasure. Mine followed and my moans stopped as I convulsed.
After breakfast we were taken into the living room and the plans detailed to us. Food there, drinks there, fire pit, hot tub, sauna, couches. There were many steel posts that had been planted throughout the garden that served dual duty. They would support Tiki lights and we could be fastened there for the pleasure of the guests. Setup was finished before lunch and we ate an early, light lunch. We were taken up to our room and told to put on the red dresses and heels. When the scanty attire was in place, we were all aroused. We each required two more people to help us get our boobs through the tiny, elasticized holes. One gets hot when a beautiful girl pulls your nipple, hard and squeezes your breast. You are also squeezing and pushing. A second pretty girl is holding the material so you can push. We all had to redo our makeup after the frantic boob squeeze we all had.
In the workshop Stan put six inches of chain between our wrists, in front, of all things. He had them all ready. He squeezed the end links shut, put eye protection on us, covered our arms and welded the links shut. Master disliked the idea that someone might be able to unlock our restraints. It was quick and then back to the house.
We waited in line in the living room. For once we were not in coffle. It felt strange, like we were not dressed. Well, I guess, except for our boobs, we were dressed. Master gathered the guests in the foyer and brought them in all at once. As we were told, there were three women and four men. Two of the men and women were together - couples. The others were singles.
One of the couples came to me and asked for drinks.
He, actually, both of them spent the first few minutes ogling my breasts. I couldn't blame them. I kept looking at them myself. They were eye-catching. The tight elastic made them into round flesh colored globes stuck to my chest. They didn't move much. The dress was tight and my boobs were stretched tight. Of course the nipple stretchers we all wore stuck my rings out another inch and a half in front of my boob. And the gold shield looked like a parody of a nose cone. And, let's not forget the big, gold bells hanging from my ring. They were sensitive and dinged with any movement. I hate them. And I also love the attention they get me. Any motion and heads turn. Last, but not least in my litany of boob trivia is that they still ached. It was a dull, continuous pain like a toothache. It had been with me since the nipple stretchers went on. I wanted them off. Or, maybe, I wanted a pain killer. I looked down at them and wondered, will the nipples stretch last? Will I have longer nipples now? How long will I have to wear them? Do I want longer nipples? Will longer nipples just give Master new places to stick things? What could he stick there? Another ring? A chain. Another bell?
Bill and Leah were the guests I was entertaining. Leah asked if she could touch my nipple things. "Mistress, I am a slave. You may do anything to me that doesn't cause injury. You automatically have permission to touch me or order me to do anything. I should warn you, if you play with my nipples too much, I will orgasm. I would love it but I think my Master may want to be consulted."
Bill said, "Emily we have watched your show for months. Tell us about your hikes. We only saw one."
Hikes. Our show was being watched? Was it popular? "Master, we have been on four hikes so far. Each one is a little longer as we get in better shape and more practiced in coffle. Other than length, they are much the same." Do you know how popular our show is. Master doesn't tell us anything."
Leah said, "Emily, you are a slave. Your master wants to keep you ignorant of anything you don't need to know. John swore us to secrecy and we will tell him you tried to get information from us."
Oh damn. I should have known better. I'm in for a sore fanny for this. "Thank you for reminding me of the rules, Mistress.
Bill said, "I was wondering how hard it was for you to learn to walk in coffle.?"
"Master, by itself, I think we would find it easy to learn. We get into a rhythm and get synchronized. The hobbles we wear are all the same length." I swung a foot out to the end of the chain and waved it around. " We are close to the same height but not exactly. The hobbles make our walks unnatural. This seems to make synchronizing our coffle steps harder. We thought we had all adapted to our hobbles after wearing them for so long. We were mistaken."
"Go get a leash and a lock, slave. Hurry," said Leah.
"Yes Mistress" I hurried with the slave girl's run - short quick steps, lift knees high. All my bells and chains clattering and dinging. Everyone looked. I got a leash and lock from the closet and hurried back. Leah took them from me.
"Hands behind your head, slave," she commanded.
"Yes, Mistress," I said and lifted my chained hands over my head.
She locked my hands to the back of my collar and clipped the leash on my nose ring. She was very sure in her motions for a first time.
She said, "I've wanted to do this ever since I first saw your video. All of you, but especially you, exude submissiveness and eroticism. If you are acting, you're a superb actress. I suspect you are a true, natural submissive. Now we're going to visit the garden and watch you service both of us."
"Yes, Mistress, I am a true submissive and I want to service both of you." It was true. I could feel my loins getting hot with a submissive lust. I wanted to be used, to be forced to obey. I was eager to show off my sexual skill.
They took me to a gazebo in the garden. I serviced him first with her holding my leash and exhorting me to be swift and swallow it all. I had the feeling she wanted to urge me to do my best, as if I was her present to him. Of course I had to make sure he was clean when we finished. Then it was her turn. She was insatiable. She came fast and hard. I thought I was done, but no. She held my nose ring close and had me repeat her orgasm. She relented only after her fourth orgasm. My dress was drenched. My tongue was tired. Her clit was engorged and bright red. I think she stopped only because her clit couldn't take any more.
They led me back inside. Master took one look at me and sent me up to change. I clattered and chimed my way to our room. I cleaned up, renewed my makeup and donned a silver Grecian style dress that left my left breast uncovered. My right nipple cone, ring and bell poked out a hole in the bodice.
I arrived in time to help serve dinner. The guests got to watch all us slaves eat off the floor doggie style. We were tethered by our nose rings to our normal wall. Because of our new wrist chains, we all had our hands locked to the back of our collars. It felt about the same as behind the back.
We were released and set about clearing the dishes. We served the guests brandy and cheesecake. We slaves never got to eat anything sweet or drink anything alcoholic. Another downside of enslavement. We cleared the desert dishes and refilled the brandy. We knelt with our hands in our laps and waited for orders.
Master said, " Leah, do you think a woman can reach orgasm through stimulation of her breasts?"
Leah replied, "No, John, I've never heard of that. Nor do I think it is possible."
Master said, "Jean, Lynn, what do you think?"
Both women opined it was not possible.
Master said, "Ladies, you are all wrong. Researchers learned your nipples are wired to the same brain area as your vagina.
"So," Master said, "Am I telling the truth ladies?"
All three of them said he was either mistaken or lying.
Master said, "OK, ladies. I propose a contest. The men will try to give the slaves an orgasm through their nipples. If all the slaves orgasm, then you will submit to nipple manipulation to orgasm. If one slave does not reach orgasm, you will get to whip the slaves for twenty strokes each. Why don't you ladies retire to the library and decide what you want. You must all agree."
The ladies left the room. The men wanted a chance to whip us too. Master said, if the ladies ag
ree to the contest, then you can each use a slave's mouth or ass for one use. Either service your cocks or whip their ass. If they don't agree, no whipping.
In a few minutes the ladies returned. Leah spoke for all three and said, "We agree to the contest. We don't think you told the truth."
Master said, "Slaves, Kneel in front of these men."
We moved as directed. I got a man I didn't know. He reached out and grasped my rings between thumb and forefinger. He was slim and average height. Dark hair and a movie star's smile. He said, "Emily, talk to me. Tell me how I can give you the best orgasm."
I smiled and replied, "Master, anything you do to my nipple that isn't too painful will trigger me. Just tug up, down, sideways, twist them, push them. I will get hot quickly. When I'm blushing, pull a little harder. Pain when I'm aroused sends me over the edge."
He followed my directions and I was soon panting and writhing on the edge. He twisted hard on both nipples and I flew over the edge into a powerful orgasm. I moaned and would have fallen forward if his hands hadn't caught me.
I recovered and straightened up. I saw all the slaves but Muriel had orgasmed already and she shrieked and spasmed as I looked at her.
Master said, "Ladies, now its your turn. Please take the slaves place in front of a man and strip your breasts."
Leah and Jean smiled and approached a man. They stripped off their dresses and removed their bras. Lynn looked hesitant and didn't move.
Master said, "Lynn, remember our agreement and strip, please."
