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Master Nene walked around me. It looked like he was trying to discover the angle from which he could attack next. I, was just a mess, pretty much oblivious to anything that happened around me as my senses were completely overstimulated.

He adjusted my legs so my knees reached the bar. The only parts of my body that were touching the ground now were my head arms and shoulders, with my torso flexed over my neck. I could see my pussy right above my head, it was swollen, red and gaping. So was my ass.

– Let me show you the sort of things the girls learned here – Master said and called Jackie up.

Her heels stood beside my neck, her flaccid cock an inch from my pussy right over my eyes. Meanwhile Master stayed busy removing my gag-mask. It was double relief finally being able to breath and knowing that Jackie wasn’t gonna use it to fuck her ass on my face. Instead, Master placed a ring that fixed onto my teeth and kept my mouth open in an ‘O’ shape almost as wide as I could handle.

– At least I can breath – I wondered – for now.

He removed the clamps from my nipples, tied the elastics together, pulled my tongue out of my mouth and pinched it with it. He kept my tongue out by maintaining the elastic band tense, made some adjustments and put the other end on my clit, which was extremely sensitive from my orgasms and the vibe. Even the touch of my lips seemed too much. The clamp was excruciating. I screamed reflexively retrieving my tongue into my mouth, which in turn pulled my clit up. It was terrifying and took several minutes until I managed to stabilize a bearable level of pain and discomfort.

As I moved to discover a position I could endure drops kept falling from my pussy onto my face; Some of them into my mouth.

– Jackie, Tequila. – Master said in an almost whispering tone.

– And now we are doing shots? – I wondered expectant

But we were not drinking. Well, not them and not alcohol.. I get ahead of myself. As master pronounced the word Jackie’s cock turned instantly rock-hard.

She pushed it into my ass, only the tip while holding me in position from my butt cheeks.

– Jackie, Champagne.

And I felt the rush of cum flowing inside of my, just adding up to the two loads that I had taken only minutes ago.

That was amazing. Jackie could get hard and cum on command with little to no stimulation. Really useful, but I wonder how it was going out nightclubbing with her.

She moved away carefully. As she dropped her now flaccid cock it sprinkled my face with cum.

Eva took the same position

– Eva, bike

And there it was Eva’s dick getting instantly fully erected. She repeated Jackie’s movement and put the tip in my ass. I guess I wasn’t surprised (but still amazed) at what happened next.

– Eva, rush

The warm wet feeling flooded my ass again.

Now it was Martha’s turn. But she didn’t have a dick, so I had no idea what would happen.

– Martha, oasis.

Martha expelled a moan and sat on my face, her pussy dripping fluids on my mouth and nose

– Martha, geyser

She started squirting like… well like a geyser. My eyes stung but I barely noticed because I was choking on her juices, making me move my head as little as I could to the sides struggling for air and painfully pulling my clitoris.

– Excellent – said master – and now the icing

He pushed my legs downward a little further, my fat making it not so easy, so my pussy and my ass were now perpendicular to my face. He put two fingers inside my pussy and pressed the against the wall with my rectum. Thick, warm cum started dripping in my throat, being that my mouth was held open by the ring and my tongue by the clamp. I gagged, but eventually managed to swallow. By my count I just ate four loads that I had been baking in my ass.

Nothing mattered. I was in pain, exhausted and suffering profound discomfort; But I was happy.

Master finally undid my bindings, and I fell on my side, all my body shaking. So many things hurt that I could hardly differentiate where one ache ended and the next one started. I was breathing hard, my mouth finally free. My boobs were slowly coming back to their saggy shape, my pussy and my ass still leaking. I put my palms on my nipples which were still erect even though nothing was holding them anymore and, to my surprise, I came again. It felt more like the aftermath of the previous orgasms but it was still intense and the waves of pleasure heavily contrasted with those of pain.

Jackie, Martha and Eva left soon after promising to visit again – was that a threat? –

As I started to somehow regain control over my own body. I could not, for all I tried, get on my knees but I managed to drag myself near the couch and sit on the floor by Master’s leg.

Master told me about the time the girls spent with him. He didn’t give me details on their training routines, their origins or their goals, but in general lines the struggles, the fun times, the darker times… He said that when I was finished, whenever that was, he would have Martha back. That surprised me and I thought if she had quit before time and now wanted to come back.

– No, she didn’t quit. We spent our time together and she left when we both wondered she had reached the desired goals.

I nodded.

– I loved her piercings. They are amazing.

– That – Master said laughing – it’s actually part of the reason she left in the first place and why she’s coming back now they are all healed. See, those rings are strategically positioned. I’ll let you imagine how and why.

I thought.

DAY 8

I woke up right before the alarm rang. My body ached badly from the previous day’s abuse and crawling on my knees was a massive struggle.

My schedule for the morning was identical as the day before. Two hours ‘free’, one hour working-out, two hours Master time.

This was the first day that I had to refresh my body writing . To my dismay all of the writing was perfectly visible. After 20 hours and, dare I say, a lot of wetness and friction and having washed myself on the feet tap afterwards, the ink was still perfectly black over my pale body. I don’t think it would make a difference brushing up the text, but then again it was good getting in the routine (just like shaving everyday) and if it didn’t make a difference I better do it and save myself from any potential issues.

First scheduled machine for workout was number 1, the treadmill. Other than my nipples being still a little raw from the day before, I was pretty happy with the result. I walked on heels for 20 minutes, I got a couple of scares as the elastics pulled my nipples but in general I managed to control the pace. At the end, of course, my calves were burning, but that was unavoidable. From all the aches than I had, calves had been some of my more fortunate muscles.

The second was machine number six. This is so far my most favorite one. Machine number six is a vibration chair. It was basically like one of those massage chairs you see in malls but instead of doing back massage the whole thing vibrated. Of course this one was rigged with a dildo that I’d have to have inside of my pussy for the duration of the routine and that could be catastrophic the next time I’m super pent up and not allowed to cum, but today wasn’t that day and I enjoyed thoroughly the fifteen minutes I spent of it. By the time I was done I was a wet mess again, yes, but that would be a issue for another time.

It was a great workout day, compared to the other ones, but something tells me this won’t happen very often.

Master Nene came at 9 AM, when his time with me was scheduled to begin. He got through the door as I expectantly awaited for him on my knees, crossed the gap, opened the zipper on his pants and started fucking my mouth. Instead of “Good morning Pet” he related how fuck holes were ‘free use’ and he just felt like that right then.

He didn’t go too deep. He did make me gag a couple of times and my chest and knees were again a drooly mess, but hey, I didn’t throw up and I was quit turned on.

He pulled out his cock and slapped my boobs several times while looking at my eyes

– Thank you Master – I said knowing it’d please him

– You are welcome, Pet. – he responded slapping my face.

He put me on four legs and spat on my ass. I knew what was coming. This time he didn’t use a finger or anything and although my butt was getting more elastic it hurt when he just forced his dick into me. At least he continued spitting without going too deep, but as the friction smoothed out he went balls in. His balls bounced on my pussy as his cock molded my insides. He continued thrusting hard and fast until he finally came, giving me the now familiar feeling of a flooding intestine.

He pulled out and ordered me to squat. He put my coffee bowl right under my ass and ordered me to clean his cock and empty my ass.

Cleaning his cock with the stench of my ass was just as bad as it had been the first time but it helped me being distracted with pushing his cum out of my butt without shitting myself. That was really a challenge. When I was done, Master made me drink the coffee off my bowl, with his cum…from my ass. I hesitated and swiftly received a shock on my neck and a kick in my cunt, so I decided to put my head down and drink.

I remained silent, visibly unhappy with how my time with Master had started.

– What are you pet? – Master asked suddenly

– I’m your property Master – I muttered back

– Did you like your coffee?

– Yes, thank you Master – I lied

He slapped my face

– Did you like your coffee?

– No Master – I cried softly

– Pets don’t lie. But they can be taught. Do you like me slapping your face?

I froze. There wasn’t a good answer, so I tried my best

– I’m grateful for the pain you inflict on me Master, but I didn’t like it

– At least we got the honesty part; Progress. This is what we will do Pet. From now on every time there is something you don’t like you will ask me to beat you. You will beg for me to punish you, this way you’ll start to make up for your failures. Do you find out?

– Yes Master. Thank you Master.

He slapped my face again, still stinging from before and I cried

– Beat me Master – I sobbed knowing that it would happen anyway by action or inaction.

He grabbed my chin and got me to stand up on my knees. He cupped one of my boobs in his hand and struck it hard. It stung

– Beat me Master – I repeated as I struggled to form words

He looked at me for several seconds, dropped my boob and move away from me slightly

I watched him. He didn’t seem to be considering where to strike again. It looked more like he decided not to. I rejoiced for an instant, then my collar shocked me.

– Don’t you even know how to beg, Pet?

My hands held my collar instinctively, not that that helped at all.

– Sorry Master. Please punish me

As my arms where open and my fingers trying to make a little gap for my aching neck his hand descended furiously and hit my nipple with his nails. My arms crossed trying, too late, to protect myself.

– Thank you Master. Please continue beating me – I continued crying

He slapped my face again, at this point already wet with tears, my nose dripping down

– Please Master, punish me I beg your

– That will be enough for now Pet.

He patted my head as I flinched. I was sobbing uncontrollably

– Thank you Master

While I calmed down Master replaced my drinking bowl with fresh water and instructed me to drink some. He called me by his side and talked a bit about what was going on in the world. We conversed for long after I had calmed down and I very much enjoyed the rest of our time together that extended way after the scheduled ‘Master Time’

He stayed for lunch which he had me cook while wearing my buttplug. This was the most things I had wore in a very long time, a buttplug and an apron. I wondered it was funny.

After eating, my schedule called for two hours and a half of edging. This was overwhelming even to just think about. In the few days in the Pen I had come to somehow enjoy the feeling of frustration, being on the edge of orgasm but being denied. The feeling of being wet continuously and having my pussy take front stage almost every second of my days and nights, having the heat create up between my legs as I crawled, knowing that any touch can be the touch that takes me over the edge and focusing on not letting that happen.

Soon I discovered, that this was also the method how Jackie, Eva and Martha could get aroused or cum on command. The system was ingenious, really.

Master had me lie down on my back. He put a blindfold on my eyes and something near my ear. He then taped a vibrator straight to my clitoris and put in my hand some sort of remote. It was just a 3 or 4 inches plastic with a button on top. I pushed the button and the vibrator started doing its work. It was strong and really tight against my pussy, so it didn’t take long until I was soaked. The instructions were simple, keep the vibrator running until the very instant you are about to cum, then push the button to stop the vibrator, give yourself a moment, begin over.

With my eyes closed there wasn’t much for me to be distracted with and my mind went wild. Some of the scenes I had seen in the conditioning room popped into my thoughts, but mostly it was Master and his cock. My pussy slowly built up that pressure that I knew wanted to be freed. It was on my reach, I could just stop the vibration and calm down, but I held it in and continued pushing myself until it was clear that it wasn’t under my control anymore. I clicked the switch again and the vibrator stopped right away. Master voice whispered near my ear:

– River

I was startled. The word came unexpectedly, out of context and lacking any meaning, so much so that thinking about it actually helped cooling my pussy down. But then it repeated a the next time I stopped the vibe, and then a third time. I realized, if this worked, there would be a time that whenever I heard the word ‘River’ I would get horny on the verge of orgasm, just like the girls. I thought (I still do) if it would only be when Master says it or if it will work anytime I hear the word from anyone. That would be something, wouldn’t it? Lastly I felt curious to know which word would he use for release. Which would be the sound that whenever I heard it it’d make me cum profusely?

As the session went on the vibe-on times became shorter and the cooldown periods longer, until at some point I got a collar shock because I waited too long to turn the vibrator back on. That pushed me into being more diligent real quick.

The end result was a raw, ultrasensitive absolutely drenched pussy and a need for discharging that I could only compare to the ones I had in the Pod the days before.

Next in the calendar was ‘Beauty Salon’. I’d say that I was looking forward to this one, but I would be lying. In my mind beauty salon couldn’t possibly be anything that would actually make me more gorgeous, but something that would probably hurt.

Master removed my collar, my neck feeling weird without it. He asked me to bring the pen we had used the day before and he drawn a collar around my neck, writing in it ‘COLLARED PET’. The marker felt tingly on my sensitive neck skin and I giggled as I got my new piece of writing.

He guided me to one of the room we didn’t visit yet. I liked this room! It really was like that of a beauty saloon. There were stations for hands and feet treatment, a massage bed, and a UV bed among others.

– Your skin is too pale, I don’t want my Pet looking sickly. Also your nipples, pussy and asshole need to look better, so we will fix all of that.

He pulled out my butt plug with a ‘pop’ and just then I realized I had worn it for almost four hours. He separated my butt cheeks with some kind of transparent implement, covered my nipples and areolas and external genitalia with self adhesive opaque tape and put sun tanning glasses on my eyes as I laid down on the UV bed. No clamps, no dildos or gags, no jolts on my neck. Just pleasantly sunbathing in a UV bed. I was ecstatic. It got better.

As I left the bed Master applied after-sun cream on my skin. That was a treat! It was refreshing and pleasant that the tape on my pussy almost fell off soaked on my own juices. I really, really wanted to cum. It got better!

He made me lay down on my back on the massage bed, my legs flexed and open my hands relaxed on my sides. He applied a cream on my areolas, pussy and ass. It was a bleaching solution to make them look similar to the rest of my body. Genital bleaching wasn’t something I had ever concerned myself about, but it was so very welcome at that time. His touch (even through the latex gloves), firm spreading the cream and his proficiency cleaning it off was a boon to my senses, as I’m sure he noticed when he witnessed my pussy continued drooling.

Last but not least was my feet and hands. Unfortunately I got to do those ones my self, hydration, nails, cuticles, the whole yard but still nice without any… external distraction.

– You will be repeating this on your own every two days as specified in your schedule until told otherwise – he added as we left the room

– Thank you Master. This was wonderful

He patted my head

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