The Downfall, Submission & Enslavement of Karen Taylor
Copyright© 2022 by Karen T
Chapter 55
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 55 - A rebellious and strong willed teenager’s determination to experiment upon and control the mind and even body of her Beautiful Blonde yet sexually tentative store manager Mother, leads to an ever growing desire within Karen’s daughter Chloe, one which sets in motion a train of events that will take her whole family into a world of psychological control, BDSM and sexual enslavement where long suppressed fantasies gradually become reality.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Fa/Fa Teenagers Blackmail Lesbian Heterosexual True Story Workplace Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Incest Mother Father Daughter BDSM MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Spanking Group Sex Black Male White Male White Female White Couple Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Public Sex Nudism
Jake decided to add a little more torment as he soon realised what I was trying to do. He opened one of the bags which two of his mates were carrying which Phil/Doug had left for the youths to use on me. Jake removed a spreader bar from one of the bags and quickly fixed the ankle cuff onto my right ankle then adjusted the width of the spreader bar until he was satisfied then fixed the other ankle cuff to my left ankle. Now I couldn’t close my legs, my pleading eyes towards Jake’s face turned into a big smile, he must’ve known how much of pain that I suffering on my clitoris. I squatted once again opening and closing my knees, one youth who was behind me steadied me with his hands preventing me from falling onto my back. Jake decided to swing the weighted clamps on each enlarged labia as I writhed uncontrollably causing me to groan and let out an unintelligible noise from behind the cock gag.
“This will stop you from attempting to relieve the pressure on your clit and trying to cum bitch”
Jake rummaged through the same bag and bought out another spreader bar which seemed to be in smaller in length, again this bar had two leather cuffs which were bigger than the ankle cuffs. I so desperately needed to orgasm and yet it was so embarrassing to display my need and my wanted lust in front of these black young men I had gone past caring, I just needed to climax. I stood there in a vain attempt to protest while the spreader bar was being attached to just above my knees and fastened the buckles to each metal clasp as I thrusted my hips at an imaginary cock which was also making my tits wobble along with the nipple clamps.
How my clit was on fire, (I have had deep heat on it before so I know what the reaction to my clit feels like, but this substance is hotter and so tingly, it felt that my clit was causing this arousing feeling in my clit which was also stimulating it). By shaking my hips to this imaginary cock also caused the four clamps two on each of my cunt lips. The heat from the gel that had been painted with that brush was like having a hair dryer turned on full power directed onto my clit at close range.
Jake still with a big grin on his face put his hand back into the bag and came out with two metal chains. At one end of each had a small metal clamp with alligator clips and at the other end was a metal ring. The clamp ends were attached to my labia protruding from the sides of the slut strap making six metal clamps and those tiny teeth bit harshly into my fleshy folds. Those rings Jake treaded strips of leather through them and fixed to rings which were on the spreader bar. This pulled my lips even further downwards and stretched them to around 2 inches and apart restricting all movements.
Jake went back to the bag other bar and brought out the small bottle and brush and again liberally painted the inside of my stretched cunt lips and almost immediately I could feel extra heat generating through the puffy and thick labia. Jake stood again and returned the bottle and brush back to the bag. In that short time my labia was sending sexual signals to my brain and stimulating my clitoris as if it was in the need of an orgasm. I wanted to feel one or more of these cocks fucking me, I didn’t care whether that cock was black or white or young or old, and whatever was in that substance that Jake used it was making me as horny as hell. I was looking at these young black youths who were busily stroking their hard cocks right in front of my eyes. I would happily get on my knees and remove the cock gag and take all of these cocks in my mouth no matter how many and fill my stomach with their spunk.
Jake picked up the metal chain and pulled on my nipples forward and when I put one foot a couple of inches forward this also pulled on my labia which was secured to the bar. Being bound, gagged, and made me entirely helpless and the look of fear and of the learning on how this ridiculous contraption restricted any movement at all. This increased my contempt for Jake and of his dominance. Also I knew of the look and feel of the excited hopelessness had thrilled me too ... the capture and realisation of this idea and the task in hand was it Phil’s or it was his Father’s. My cunt oozed with a strange pleasure at the fearful yet somehow thrilling predicament that I was now in, the feel of this bondage equipment and what may lay ahead for me, why was my cunt moistening incurably, I visibly could see the wet splashes underneath my dripping cunt on the path. My cunt tingled all the more as the confirmation of just who was in charge here.
Inch by inch I waddled and trying to keep my balance this led to a fresh series of whippings on my shapely calves and thighs using the riding crops by the lust crazed young men around me, some of whom were still openly masturbating in front of my naked body. The walk was painstakingly slow the crops had been hitting my legs which now stung and my poor nipples had become apart from larger and harder but were constantly throbbing and so sensitive. It felt they had grown in size length and had become fatter, the metal chain pulled on the clamps, I was fearful when he yanked harder that they would be become detached from my tits. With every agonising step my clit was crying out, and how my cunt lips were pulled and stretched; this was torture. My daughter has similar outer labia folds of skin like mine although mine is more prominent. Each step I took was only a few inches, my cunt lips were being stretched obscenely downwards towards the spreader bar’s metal rings where the leather strips were tied and those six metal alligator clips connected to my enlarged labia. My cunt area was ablaze with the heated substance inside and out. With the use of the two spreader bars has a wondrous effect especially when walking. The metal studs on the slut strap pressed hard against my swollen clit and the 4 inch vibrator inside my cunt was just enough to keep my cunt stimulated which did not send me over the edge. Let alone the tingly sensations running through each labium. The whole painstaking slow tortuous journey was a nightmare of pain and humiliation and submission along with intimidating and physical mistreatment.
When we eventually got to the disused factory everything ached and hurt even the cock gag hurt in my mouth which I had bitten hard amongst all my shrieking that I had been making. My poor nipples were so swollen and extended that I had ever seen, my muffled shrieks were drowned out by the boisterous crowd of lust filled black youths along with an occasional slap coming from those entering through the doorway. This building was dark with light coming from high windows there were many abandoned work stations that had been deserted and left when the occupants vacated the building. Jake pulled me along by the leash still attached to my nipples how they hurt and guided me to a flight of stairs that descended down to the cellar. On the right of the stairs was a video camera which had been fixed to the wall upstairs to capture the moment of the decent into another dark room. Eventually, this bunch of young black men emerged and crowded into the large room.
I was an extremely flushed and red-faced, red marked and naked painfully body of this white mature woman in front of these young black men being bound into these pieces of bondage equipment. Had they had even seen anything like this before. The only two items that I was wearing was one the leather arm elbow restraint and two the brand new pair of 6 inch red heels. I was still tottering lewdly on my stiletto heels no more than a few inches at a time. I would have preferred that I was running naked to those phone booths.
Jake stopped at the video camera and on the screen was a dark image looking back at my naked bound body. There were no lights shining, the only light was coming from the high windows, I could see that all the machinery had been removed including what I assumed was a furnace and by all the markings on the floor and walls. Jake took a minute looking at the image depicted by my reflection, he must have been pleased as he had a big grin on his face, not so me, and my reflection showed that my sexual organs were being stretched to an unbelievable length. Those puffy and thick lips would they ever retract they looked grotesque, repulsive and distorted, I have become accustomed to the look of my big nipples but these even looked unnatural being stretched this far. My face was a mess due to the black mascara lines running down my cheeks through shedding so many tears from my eyes; my hair also looked a mess and this cock gag didn’t help with my appearance.
There were only two youths who were slapping and flickering my strained calves and thighs. Jake yanked the chain again moving me alone towards which were around halfway into this room, I noticed youths were looking around this derelict building and chatting amongst themselves including the two youths who were holding the crops, for now though thankfully no one continued with the use of the crops. When we reached the stairs Jake could see that I was pondering as to how to descend. At this point, it was a little difficult for me to master the stairs for I could not put one foot onto the step below due to the two clamps fixed to my labia and to the bar and the bar on my knees. The stairs were narrow and could only go down in single file. I tried turning sideways but as soon as I lowered one foot it stretched my lip attached to the bar. My wide eyes had a look of terror in them for fear of falling down head first down these stairs without the use of stopping the fall with my hands which were firmly secured behind my back. In that moment I let out a piercing scream which reverberated on the enclosed narrow stairwell.
Jake managed to squeeze past me and stood one step lower. I knew that soon my cunt lips would be spread open and pulled down even further. I tried to put my foot on the lower step but that was just a little out of reach. Jake was attempting to steady me his hands conveniently placing them on my big tits. His phoned rang and took it from his pocket and keeping his other hand pressed against my chest. The conversant was only way with Jake mostly agreeing of what the voice was saying on the other end. I still did not know if this was the young man Phil who works with me or was this the other guy who said he was Doug and was this Phil’s father, In any case the voice was the one giving out instructions and temporally I was given a respite from torturing myself. The conversation came to an end and Jake replaced his phone in his pocket.
“Right lady as you are going to find it difficult to master the stairs so I will need to remove the spreader bar from your knees giving you a little more room when you step lower, I will also temporally remove the chains on your cunt lips from the spreader bar, and I’ll stand in front of you and pull your tits by the chain attached to your nipples down one step at a time. I will have to stop you falling as you will not be able to balance yourself. When you reach the bottom I will reconnect the chains to the bar.”
Most of the aroused young men were still openly masturbating. Jake was obviously enjoying himself seeing me struggling attempting walking very gingerly towards the flight of stairs with me in that spreader bar and how difficult it was walking with my feet spread about 3feet apart and having my cunt tortured in the process by that heating agent. The look on my face now as I was suffering humiliating so much pain and at any time I could pass out. Jake removed both of the leather strips that were fixed onto two rings on the metal spreader bar, immediately my cunt lips started rescinding upwards. My outer labia folds have always been large something that my daughter has inherited from, I could feel the blood flowing them again like tiny pins and needles and that substance which had been smeared on them seemed to be sending shooting painful signals reminding me that my entire cunt area was not only on fire but also strangely aroused. Why was my brain registering both, was it because I was seeing so many erect black cocks pointing towards me? These young men had all different sizes and shapes; some pointed upwards some swung to the left and some to the right. Those that had foreskins had them pulled back exposing their helmets. I have only seen one black cock before until I met Max at the tattooists and what an impression he had on me and what a size that was. As I looked around to these youths their cocks were nowhere as big as Max’s, there must’ve been 20 odd cocks on display all wanting a piece of me.
“Ok lady I will help you down.”
With that he pulled the chain. My eyes rolled in my head as the excruciating pain soared through my tits but mostly through my extended nipples as Jake pulled me down one step. All of a sudden somewhere down here music started playing although not loud as if in a disco/night club’s speakers this probably was on a laptop and not on a DJ’s turntable. Now I was wholly immersed in the massive bass rhythm and techno music coming out from whatever speaker the sound was coming from. I caught a sight of a few youths pumping their arms high above their heads as they heard what music was playing although we were on stairs descending down into the basement these youths were sort of dancing.
I had no control whatsoever I could not steady myself as my arms were pinned behind my back. Both feet landed on the step below then I fell forward. Jake steadied me with his hands by my tits tears formed in my eyes as the pain shot through my body at the sudden movement, I felt as if my nipples were being yanked off. Jake stepped backwards down another step then pulled me again. Legs spread in this manner and my arms were rendered useless this was pure torture. Again Jake had to steady me mauling at my tits in the process. The dildo gag in my mouth caused me to drool and was having problems breathing. Soon my tits were becoming slimly from my drool.
One by one we descended the flight of steps down into the cold cellar. Here and there a large black cock actually brushed up against me, being stroked to prodigious size by its leering young owner. Or was it with two or three large cocks I couldn’t quite make out. My crotch was reddened from the chafing of the slut-strap and dripping from several near orgasms. Long trails of cunt juice ran down my milk-white thighs. My nipples were now burning like hell looking down at them they were like long bullets rock hard, and so sensitive however strange as it was those signals from sexual stimulation so be very harsh kept sending signals to my swollen enlarged clit. My once proud blue eyes were now reddened with tears and humiliation and an occasional mewing sound escaping from my lips as someone’s riding crop found its target on my reddening ass. Once we reached the bottom of the flight of steps I could hear that the music was coming from the right. This room looked to be fairly large, dark with no natural light. The music was still playing techno bass rhythm beats which was behind a small room which had a light on which may have been an office similar to mine and Dave’s.
It was dark down there I could barely make out that this large area as I was ushered along by the two chains attached to my nipples; I hadn’t gone far as the group of youths descended the stairs and into the open space. These youths started dancing and letting go of their cocks with their arms pumping high in the air. The faces of these youths were in shadows; and were certainly enjoying the sounds. Soon my eyes adjusted to the darkness and could see bits of furniture or something like that. Jake had stopped me pulling along and now bent down to pick the two leather strips and stretched them downwards to the two rings on the spreader bar so that the two were once again connected to the spreader bar causing my cunt lips to spring open and stretch once again. Jake walked to the sidewall and found a light switch, a few lights came on along that wall and another switch bought in a couple of ceiling lights brightening the room. Everyone including myself and certainly Jake we were astonished at what we saw.