Chapter 1

Of course I let him fuck me on our first date. How could I not, we had been talking in this bar for only five minutes but already I could feel my pussy getting damp – he was so HOT! Then he calmly took my hand and placed it on his crotch, and I could feel the gorgeous outline of a simply massive prick – bigger than any cock I had ever experienced - I knew I had to have him inside me as soon as possible.

Ten minutes later we were in my flat and within a minute he had ripped my clothes off and I was naked on my back, my feet by my ears, as he roughly slammed his gorgeous prick all the way up my now sopping cunt – God he was so sensational!! – I could feel my cunt walls expanding as he went deeper and deeper into me. As soon as he was right into me with his pelvis against mine, he started to fuck me – hard, slow and deep. I started to scream but he put his hand over my mouth and said “Be quiet, bitch! I will tell you when you can make a noise!” and he just kept fucking me faster and faster. I came in a few seconds, shaking and sobbing, and normally I have to stop then and re-group, but he just ploughed on, pulling right out and plunging all the way in again.

Within a couple of minutes I was having orgasms every few seconds, my pussy gripping him hard as every orgasmic spasm gripped me. I was seeing stars and could hardly breathe as I felt myself losing control utterly – and then I felt his cock starting to expand even more inside me as the spunk started to pump from his balls and the hot jet spurted into my womb. After a few seconds he pulled me off the bed onto my knees and pushed his cock into my mouth. “Lick it clean, whore!” he said sharply, and I started to lick his semi-engorged beast clean, whilst feeling his spunk running out of my ravaged cunt and down my thighs.

When I had finished cleaning him, he said, “Now fuck off. I’ll call you in a few days – but make sure you’re ready and do as I say, or you’ll never have the pleasure of my cock again.” Then he walked out of the room, and a few seconds later I heard the front door slam.

For the next few days I couldn’t concentrate and jumped every time my mobile rang. Then I was just going to bed on Friday evening - it was nearly midnight - when a text arrived – it just said YOUR TAXI WILL BE DOWNSTAIRS IN 5 MINUTES. By the time I had put a dress and shoes on – I decided against any underwear – and got down to the street, a limousine was there and the driver in a peaked cap opened the door for me. Once we were underway, I asked him where we were going, but he never spoke. After about 20 minutes, we pulled into a dark alley in a part of town I didn’t know. He got out and opened the door, and at the same time a door opened in the building and the driver led me towards the open door.

As I entered it, hands grabbed my arms and pinioned them behind my back and I felt handcuffs click into place. At the same moment a blindfold was pulled over my eyes, and before I could speak, a ball gag was forced into my mouth. And then hands grabbed my dress at the front and tore it through and removed it. A chain was slipped around my neck and I was pulled roughly forward. I was led into a room which I sensed had people in it, and the room was lit. Before I could get my bearings, I was pushed face downwards onto a bench and my ankles cuffed wide apart, and then a strap put around my body and the bench so that I couldn’t move.

He put his lips near my year and whispered, “I am going to remove the gag now – if you speak or cry out, you will be whipped. Do you understand?”

I nodded my head and felt the gag being removed. I thought I would have a respite, but as soon as the gag was out of my mouth, it was replaced by a huge cock pushing into my throat. At the same moment, I felt a butt plug, covered in lubrication, being pushed into my anus just as a long cock eased its way into my cunt. Even if I had wanted to cry out, I couldn’t, but the sensation of being totally filled was so marvellous that I groaned as the two cocks in me started to rock in and out. The cock in my cunt was keeping a slow steady pace, but the one in my mouth was clearly urgently excited and it only took a few strokes before I felt the spunk spurting up his cock and splashing the back of my throat. I felt a hand grab his cock and pull it out and a female voice said “Mine” with real authority. Before the enormous quantity of sperm could come out of my mouth, I felt her lips on mine as she French kissed me, allowing the spunk to flow into her mouth. No sooner had she done this than I felt the warm musky smell of aroused pussy lips, beautifully smooth and shaved, being pushed against my mouth and the same woman’s voice said “Love me!” So I did.

At my rear the cock there was now pumping faster and faster and within a minute I felt his cock expand in that wonderful moment before he came, and then he slammed his long tool right into my belly and exploded right at the top of my womb. Meanwhile I licked and sucked the woman’s sex in front of my mouth, and I judged from the moans of pleasure she made that she was really enjoying herself. Just then the long cock, now fully drained into my cunt, pulled out of me and I thought that he might have finished fucking me. He had, but although I didn’t realise it, another cock awaited to force its way into me. I felt a hand placed on my upturned buttocks and then the butt plug was removed quickly from my arse – I would have cried out except the noise merely became a grunt of pleasure into the dripping cunt I was pleasuring. Then I felt more lubrication being applied to my newly stretched arse, and another enormous cock starting pushing hard against my anal ring. No-one had ever had their cock in there before, but I knew that resistance was futile, and so tried to relax to minimise the pain – and at that moment the giant pushed through the ring and I felt the walls of my anus expand as he forced his way further and further in. I moaned with pleasure as the massive cock stretched me. No sooner had his groin pressed against my cunt than he pulled right back and started to fuck my virgin rectum – and already I knew I loved it.

The woman on the end of my tongue was getting more and more excited, her moans were getting louder and more desperate and I could feel the sex button of her labia getting more pronounced as I licked and sucked. Suddenly the crisis came and she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me hard against her as she screamed and a stream of her sweet-tasting cum poured into my mouth. Behind me the cock was buggering me quicker and quicker and the sound of her orgasm set him off and he pumped a gorgeous stream of warm spunk into my back passage.

As he pulled his dripping cock out of me, I heard the woman say “I’ll take her - I’ll settle up with you in the morning. Put her in the car.” Hands undid my ankles and the strap that was holding me to the bench, and I was suddenly lifted up and carried on someone’s shoulder. I sensed the cold night air on my naked body as we came out of the building, then I was put into the back of an estate car and after a couple of minutes it drove off. After about 15 minutes we arrived at a house, and again I was slung over a strong shoulder and carried indoors, upstairs and placed on a bed. I could tell that it was a woman’s room by the perfume and the bed was large and I sensed it had silk sheets.

I was there for only a few minutes when I felt her climb up onto the bed and undo the cuffs on my wrists. Then she rolled me onto my back and straddled me with her legs and reached forward and removed my blindfold. It took my eyes a few seconds to get used to the dim light in the room, but I immediately smiled at the simply beautiful woman who was naked on top of me. She must have been about 30, a slim figure with gorgeous pendulous breasts with large nipples which stood erect and begged to be sucked.

“You are mine now,” she said, quietly, stroking my breasts so that my nipples immediately became erect. “I purchased you this evening and you will stay here with me for as long as you please me.” She leant forward so that her gorgeous breasts were pressed against mine, and as her lips touched mine, I felt her finger gently stroked my sex lips - and my cunt exploded with pleasure and I vibrated with unalloyed pleasure and lust as the cum poured out of me. I knew I would want to please her forever.

She took me in her arms and said “We will sleep now”, and we lay on the bed with her chest resting against my back, her arms around me, and in a few minutes I was asleep. When I awoke she had gone, and I went to get up, only to find that my right wrist now had a leather cuff on it which was attached by a cord to the bedpost above my head. Although I would have preferred to be free, I was prepared to wait and see what my new mistress had planned for me. I lay there for a few minutes and then she came into the room, naked but carrying a tray of food with her, which she placed on the bed. I had never seen her properly before –she was very tall, nearly six foot tall, long red hair which cascaded over her shoulders, beautiful breasts with small erect nipples and a tight bum that drew attention to itself as her finest feature. Her pubes had clearly been waxed and just had a small ‘landing strip’ above them. She was the loveliest woman I had ever seen.

“Did you sleep well Harriet?” she murmured in her soft low voice.

“Very well thank you...” I stopped as I realised that I didn’t know her name.

“My name is Sarah,” she said, “but you will call me Mistress or Mistress Sarah. As you may remember, I purchased you from your lover last night and you are, and will remain, my property to use as I desire. I am arranging to have your flat emptied and all your possessions will be disposed of. You are penniless and you are my property - remember that!”

“Come Harriet, breakfast for both of us and then you will come and bathe me.” I thought she would release me, but instead she made me sit up, rested me against the pillows which she piled up against the top of the bed and then she fed me with orange juice, coffee and croissants like a little child.

When we were finished, she put her face close to mine and said “Harriet, my house is some eight miles from the nearest habitation, so if you were thinking of trying to escape, don’t even begin to contemplate it.”

I was already slightly in love with her and was actually desperate to find out her plans for me, so I replied without hesitation “Mistress, I want to stay with you – I want to be yours.”

She smiled and kissed me on the lips. “You are a lovely slave, I promise you that I will look after you very well. Come, you will bathe me now.”

She unlocked the strap on my wrist and led me to the bathroom. She had already drawn the bath, and what a bath it was! It was like a small swimming pool – it had steps at one end where you walked down into the bath, and the water was a good three feet deep. When we were in the bath Mistress wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down so that we both went right under the water. When we surfaced, she told me to stand on the steps, and she took a bottle of soap and proceeded to wash the lower half of my body. Her hands slipped easily between my legs as she soaped my cunt carefully. Then she told me to turn and kneel facing away from her. I felt her fingers cleaning my crack, and then she gently worked the soap into my anus – it felt wonderful. Then I was drawn back into the bath and she washed my hair – I have short cropped blond hair, very different from her luxuriant tresses.

When she was finished, she drew me against her body and slipped two fingers deep into my cunt – I groaned with pleasure and delight – my Mistress was making love to me. Immediately she started to stimulate me and, faster than I had ever known in my life, I orgasmed wildly within a minute. She held me tight for a few seconds, then kissed me and murmured “Now you will bathe me – let’s hope you give me as much pleasure!”

She had beautiful fair skin (she is a natural redhead) and I delighted in washing her all over. When I had washed and rinsed her hair, she climbed out of the bath and sat on the side, her pussy lips towards me. “Your lips, Harriet, I want your lips again like last night.” I moved forward and pressed my tongue between her large lips – she moaned gently and lay back as I worked to give her the most pleasure I could. She came four or five times in just a few minutes, each time more joyfully than the last time, but the last spasm was like electricity pumping through her belly –and as she came she squirted a stream of cum all over my face. She sat up quickly and grabbed my head between her hands and kissed me.

“Harriet, you are the first slave ever to make me squirt. You will be rewarded tonight – you will see how when we get there.”

I had no idea what she meant, but there was no time to ask. She took my hand and led me out of the bath to a massage couch and told me to lie on my back. “Harriet, you must be smooth like your mistress. Time to get rid of this bush of yours.” Immediately she took a pair of electric shears and started to trim my pubic nest. When it was reduced to ½ inch long, she brought forward a container of warm wax, and applied it to a strip of my pubes, and then pressed a strip of material into the wax. She turned to me and said “There were painkillers in that orange juice I gave you, but this may still sting.” As she said this, she leant forward and kissed me, but simultaneously pulled the strip of material away, removing wax and hair at the same time. I was certainly shocked by the pain, but when I looked down and saw the pink smooth skin, I was so pleased that I begged my Mistress not to delay – I wanted to be as smooth as her.

Once Mistress Sarah had completed my depilation (leaving a narrow landing strip to match her own) and applied a soothing skin cream to the area, she led me back to the bedroom and reattached my wrist to the bed post. “I have work to do now,” she said. “We are going to my Club tonight, so I recommend that you get some rest. You have had a lot of excitement in the last few hours, and I know you are going to have a lot more tonight.” She kissed me and left the room.

I lay there wondering at everything that had happened. I certainly knew that, unless things changed very dramatically, I would be making no attempt to escape from Mistress Sarah – I may be her slave, but I loved her and longed only to serve her. Within a few minutes, with this blissful thought, I was deeply asleep.

By the time I woke up, the daylight had gone and it must have been early evening. I heard my Mistress coming up the stairs, and she came in wearing a smart business suit. She undressed as she spoke to me. “I prefer to be naked whenever I am at home, and you will do the same. You will find that most of my friends who visit me will also undress when they arrive, but even if my guests and I are dressed, you will remain naked – do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress, if it gives you pleasure,” I replied. She moved quickly across the room to where I was lying, grabbed my arms and rolled me over so that I was lying on my stomach, and brought her hand down with frightening force on my upturned buttocks.

“You do not give me pleasure, you miserable little girl. You are naked to remind you that you are my slave and do not deserve to wear clothes in my presence. Do you understand?” Before I had time to reply she smacked me again, this time even harder than the first time.

I could feel the tears on my cheeks as I said “Yes Mistress, I am your slave.”

“Remember that, Harriet. I have friends who give me pleasure. You are not my friend, you are my slave.” I heard her leave the room, and close the door, and I lay there crying for some while.

About an hour later she returned and I felt her undo the cuff on my wrist. “Sit up Harriet!” she ordered and I turned and saw her and gasped. She was dressed with a magnificent leather basque with her breasts clearly visible. She also had thigh-length leather boots with six inch heels on them – she was truly imposing. She made me sit up and took a narrow choker and fixed it around my neck – it was made of leather, but had a small steel ring embedded at the front.

“Come,” she said, “time for dinner. In future you will be responsible for cooking and cleaning, but today I have been generous to you.”

“Thank you Mistress,” I replied, and followed her out of the bedroom and downstairs. This was the first time I had seen what was obviously a huge mansion, there was a sweeping staircase, a great marble hall, and I followed her into an enormous modern kitchen where I could see that dinner was already laid out on the table. After we had eaten, Mistress left me to wash and tidy the kitchen. When she came back, she checked that I had tidied and cleaned everywhere, and immediately found that I had not wiped the table clean.

“Bend over the table, slave, and spread your legs, hands above your head!” she said sharply, and frightened though I was, I obeyed immediately. “Listen to me slave. You have become a slave in a wonderful house – but there is an expectation that goes with that. You will be a perfect slave in all you do and say – if you are not, you will be punished. But only so many times – if you do not improve, I will sell you and you will find yourself pleasuring Arab traders in a Cairo brothel for the rest of your short life.” No sooner had she finished than I heard a brief whistling sound and then an agonising burning on my buttocks as a cane struck me with great force. “Am I going to have to cane you again, Harriet, or will you remember what I have said?” she murmured in my ear.

I was frightened – by the thought of losing my Mistress, of being a whore in Egypt and of being struck again. “Please Mistress,” I sobbed, “I will remember and I will try to be your perfect slave!”

Mistress placed the cane on the table beside me, and clipped a steel chain onto the ring in my collar. “Good – make sure you do. Come, let’s go.”

With Mistress dressed in her leather outfit, and me totally naked we got in her car – I lay on the back seat, and we drove for about half an hour to a nearby town. As we approached a large building, Mistress pressed a remote control and a large garage door opened and we drove straight into an underground car park. Mistress led me by the chain and we took a lift which opened straight into a very grand looking club. Looking around was amazing – firstly everyone was female, secondly some were naked and some were dressed as Doms like my Mistress. As we moved into the club, I could see that at the far end was a curved brick wall – and attached to the wall by cuffs were several naked women, all with their arms and legs held in a cross formation. Some were facing the room, others facing the wall, and as we got closer, I could see that beside each one was a wipeboard on which were written instructions such as “Fuck”, “Touch and lick” and “Needs whipping”.

Mistress took me to an empty space on the wall, and made me face her as she fixed me in place. Then she wrote on the board “Touch and lick only”. She could see that I was shaking with fear, so she leant forward and kissed me and murmured “Don’t worry slave, nothing bad is going to happen to you. I am going to meet my friends and will be back for you before long. In the meantime, enjoy watching and experiencing.”

Because of the curve in the wall, all the girls fixed there could see each other and what was happening. When we arrived, there were eight of us fixed there, two facing the wall and the rest facing the room. Beside me, one of the girls whose arse was facing the room was receiving the attention of a large Dom wearing leather trousers and a black jacket. She also wore a long black strap-on with which she was ferociously attacking the girl’s anus –the girl was squealing as the prosthetic pumped in and out of her, but before long the girl reached her climax and slumped exhausted. From time to time the members (all of whom had various types of clothing on) would come and feel and kiss the girls, and before long two or three had come and sucked my nipples and slipped their tongues into my mouth. The third one tried to ease a couple of fingers into my very damp cunt, but a guard – a dyke-like woman carrying a bull-whip who seemed to be responsible for the slaves – flicked the whip and struck the member on her back and told her to leave my cunt alone.

Then a bell rang, and the members moved back from the bar and came and stood in a semi-circle facing the slaves. The guard produced a small leather bag and carried it to one of the members and invited her to draw a token out of the bag. The member called out the number and the guard moved to the slave beside me who had been recently buggered, undid her cuffs and dragged her to the centre of the room. Here her wrists were attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling, and the guard pulled a rope so that the chains were tightened so that the slave was standing on tiptoe. The guard then took another bag and invited another member to draw a token, and the member called out “Mistress Sarah”, and the room cheered as my Mistress stepped forward smiling with anticipation.

The guard stepped forward and helped my Mistress undo her basque so that she was naked except for her boots. Turning to the members, Mistress Sarah asked, “What would you like?”

“She’s been quite good, so bum and rear of her thighs”, a voice called.

Mistress Sarah moved in front of the girl, who was clearly both excited and afraid, I could see the trickle of cum running down the inside of her slim thighs. “I see you are ready for me Zoe,” she said, then kissed her full on the mouth and stroked her cunt lips.

She moved behind the girl and was handed a long leather paddle by the guard and immediately Mistress started to beat the girl hard on her bum and the back of her thighs. The girl shrieked and cried and tried to twist away from the blows, but Mistress moved quickly around her and all the blows struck home. The punishment lasted about five minutes, and when she had finished, my Mistress told the guard to take Zoe down and put her in bedroom 2 for her. The guard took down the sobbing girl and picked her up in her arms and carried her away, my Mistress following.

After a couple of minutes the guard returned and announced to the gathering, “As is our custom, new slaves get to choose another slave for punishment on their first visit.” The guard stood in front of me and said, “You have to choose one of these slaves - now!”

I looked round my fellow slaves in horror – having just witnessed the beating that Zoe had received, I knew the pain I was going to cause one of these young women. I tried to guess what my Mistress would expect me to do, and decided that she would want me to choose the most attractive one, and my eye immediately fell on number two, a slim little blonde girl, no more than 18 years old, with virtually no breasts and an elfin haircut which made her look very French. So I said to the guard “Number 2”, and to my amazement she smiled straight at me – I had expected her to curse me. Just as with Zoe, Number 2, called Michelle, was taken to the centre of the room and hung up on the chains. The bag of members names was produced and a tall Swedish-looking blonde, maybe only 30 years old, won the chance to punish Michelle. This time the Mistress had selected a cat of nine tails, which she wielded expertly so that the knots struck Michelle all over her body, both front and rear, but although Michelle wept for most of the beating, she never cried out, and when the Mistress came to kiss her at the end, I heard her thank the Mistress for her punishment.

The Mistress, whose name was Anya, told the guard to take the slave to Room 4, and then to my surprise she said, “And as usual, I will have the new slave as well.” The guard undid Michelle and carried her away and returned and undid my cuffs and quickly put me over her shoulder and we left the room and walked down a long dark corridor and opened a door at the end. It was a large bedroom with an enormous double bed in the middle of the room. The blonde Mistress Anya was already naked on the bed, and slave Michelle was kneeling with her mouth between the Mistress’s legs and clearly pleasuring her.

“Thank you Jackson,” the Mistress said to the guard as she put me down, and then left the room. “Come here girl – what is your name?”

“I am Harriet, Mistress,” I replied, keeping my head bowed as my Mistress has told me to.

“I am Mistress Anya, and your fellow slave is Michelle. Now, come here on the bed and put that lovely cunt of yours over my mouth. And remember, you are not to cum until I tell you to.”

I quickly climbed on the bed and positioned my damp pussy over her mouth, and immediately she plunged her tongue into my cunt and started to lick me. I could see that Michelle was sucking and licking Mistress Anya furiously, and the rippling on Mistress’s stomach showed that her orgasm could not be far away. Mistress had an expert tongue and it required all my concentration to ensure that I didn’t cum until I was allowed. I knew it could not be long, then I saw Michelle slip two fingers into Mistress’s anal passage, and Mistress cried out “Come, come now Harriet!” and at the same moment grabbed Michelle’s head and pressed her against her cunt and spasmed wildly, just as a stream of cum poured out of me into her mouth.

After a couple of minutes, Mistress Anya pulled me down on the bed, slipped a finger into my tight but very damp pussy and kissed me deeply, then said, “You are hot, Harriet, I am going to enjoy my visits to your Mistress. You don’t yet know but Mistress Sarah and I are regular lovers, so we will be seeing a lot of each other. Now Michelle, what do want to do with Harriet?”

“Oh, fuck her lovely hot cunt, please Mistress,” she said quickly with a smile on her face.

Mistress Anya could see my puzzlement, and explained. “The reason that Michelle was so happy that you chose her – I saw you smile, Michelle – is that she knew that by being selected for a beating, tradition also says that she gets to make love to the slave who chooses her.” Whilst Mistress had been speaking, Michelle had moved to a sideboard and selected a strap-on cock which she had put on. It was only about 7 inches long, but was very wide – I looked at it with apprehension.

“Come Michelle, lie on the bed beside me.” Michelle climbed up and lay back, and Mistress told me climb on top of the slave. As I did so, she took hold of the cock (which Michelle had already coated with lube) and guided it into my waiting cunt. I tried to slide down onto it, but the pressure was so great that I could only get a couple of inches into my excited cunt. Then Mistress moved behind me and, placing her hands firmly on my hips, pushed down hard and the weapon slid right into me so that my pubic mound pressed against Michelle’s. The pressure on my cunt walls was amazing, but after a couple of minutes I found that I had stretched enough to allow me to start to ride my fellow slave.

As soon as I did that, Michelle reached up and pulled me down so that my breasts pressed against hers. Immediately I felt another strap-on now pressing against my anal ring – clearly Mistress Anya was going to have me at the same time. The cock did not feel as wide as Michelle’s but it was certainly longer, and Mistress ensured it was driven right up into my bowels so that I was totally filled by the two women and their prosthetics. Then the fun began, as the two of them worked together, calling out encouragement and pleasure. As for me, I was in total heaven – I had been DP’d by my Dom boyfriend and his mate before, but Mistress and slave were working to ensure my maximum pleasure – and I certainly experienced that. By slowing and speeding up, they managed to prolong my orgasm for nearly half an hour and when they finally took me over the top, the pleasure was so extreme that I passed out.

When I awoke, both of them had discarded the strap-ons and I was lying between them, Michelle had two fingers in my cunt and was gently massaging there, and Mistress Anya was biting and stroking my breasts. Mistress looked up at me and whispered, “I can’t wait to beat you – you will love it.” And I realised, I could hardly wait for it too.

Once I had recovered consciousness after the thrill of my massive orgasm, I found myself lying on the bed with Mistress Anya and Michelle either side of me. Michelle was stroking my breasts gently, whilst Mistress Anya had three of her fingers in my throbbing cunt and was gently massaging me and keeping me on the brink of exploding into another orgasm.

“Well done, child,” Mistress said gently in my ear, “I will tell Mistress Sarah how well you have done. But now it is time to return you to the Room. Michelle, take her back there now and tell Jackson to put her in the sling, and that you are to face the wall.”

“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress,” Michelle said hurriedly, and taking my hand, we left the bedroom and Michelle led me slowly down the corridor back to what I now came to know as the Room. She quickly whispered to me, “You are so beautiful, Harriet, I really hope we can get to play together again. Mistress Anya loved you too – make sure you always give these Mistresses what they want, or they really will have us flogged or sold as white slaves – they really are totally ruthless.”