Cunt Caning Carnival
Copyright© 2004 by AlphaBeatHer
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A slave wife prepares for an event in which she knows that she will have to serve her Master in some painful way, but she does not know what her submission will involve or who will be invited to use her.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Heterosexual True Story BDSM DomSub MaleDom Rough Humiliation Group Sex Oral Sex Anal Sex Water Sports
As soon as Master told her that they were going to hold a cunt caning carnival Sheila knew that she was to be the cunt. There was no other possibility. she had no idea what the carnival would involve and there was no way that she could ask, but caning was clear enough.
There was no doubt that she was to be caned. How much? By whom? A carnival sounded more than just Master. How would she be caned? Was it just that she was the cunt to be caned or was her cunt going to be the object of the caning? Sheila shuddered as she considered it. The shudder was fear, excitement, anticipation, even dread.
"You will make yourself ready for seven thirty tomorrow evening. All body hair below the neck will be removed without trace and you will wear these."
"Yes Master. Thank you Master."
Master took a pair of high heeled red shoes from his bag. He handed them to her and followed them with a packet of black stockings and some elasticated straps.
He explained that she would not wear a garter belt and that the stockings were not self supporting. There were four short elstic straps with a stocking grip at one end and a stiff plastic clamp at the other. She was to attach a strap to the front and back of each stocking. The top of the left leg straps would be clamped to the left lips of her cunt and the right ones to the right lips. When her legs were spread, the tender, pink interior of her cunt would be held open.
Tingles shot up and down Sheila's legs as she heard the instructions.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes Master."
"Do you have any questions?"
Sheila desperately wanted to ask what was to happen to her, but she knew that this was not the purpose of the question. That was something that she would not be permitted to know. All that she should ask was for information about how she might properly prepare herself for whatever her Master planned for her.
"Yes Master. Should I wear anything other than these things?"
"Yes. You will wear lipstick the same colour as your shoes."
"Yes Master. Thank you Master."
She shuddered again and momentarily looked up into Master's eyes with a half formed question on her lips. She Immediately corrected herself and cast her eyes back down to crotch level.
"Down" He commanded sharply.
Sheila immediately dropped to her knees before her Master and clasped her hands behind her back.
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