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"Yes, if slaves are allowed to wiggle and squirm too much, it's almost inevitable they'll move someplace you weren't expecting and be struck somewhere you wished you hadn't."
His slave was another object in the room. They were discussing me as if I didn't matter. I was a slave, they were Masters. Sex slaves were good for one thing, sex. I was a sex slave and now I was enslaved to a strong Master, like my fantasies, except I loved my Master. He wasn't some space alien who'd captured me; he was my husband.
"Let's remove her Slave Trainer," Mistress Dark said. "She's cum enough her body should still be flooded with endorphins."
"Take it out, slave," Master said.
I removed it. You couldn't see the original color on the penile projection, only the white layers of my cum. I don't know how many times I'd orgasmed, but it was a lot.
Master smiled at me. "Go wash it off slave and stick it on the charger."
"Yes, Master." I moved to obey. When we started last night, I'd thought of my husband as Scott more than half the time, needing to concentrate to remember to use Sir or Master when addressing him. Now, I was barely thinking Scott at all. He was becoming my Master. I was sinking into my role. I was becoming his slave.
I returned and Master fastened me on the cross with my backside out. Mistress was right. There was very little play when I was secured. I doubted I could move more than an inch or two in any direction.
"Remember what I taught you on Tuesday. Test the whip on yourself first. Start with her buttocks at the same strength you decided for yourself. Give her thirty on her back, spread out all over, harder on her bottom, less hard on her back and legs."
Apparently, there was a method to the madness. I heard Master striking himself a few times, then felt the lashes flick on my bottom. It was painful, but not as bad as I expected. I gave a small squeak, then realized it was less than anticipated and saved more noise for when it became more painful. It eventually did, but never as bad as I thought it would and then it was over, and I'd survived.
Master removed my restraints, but instead of releasing me, he turned me outward so my back was against the cross and I was facing them. My bottom burned where it touched the cross and I was thankful to have padded the wood and covered it with vinyl.
"Is Master going to whip my front now?"
"I am."
"I think you should put her nipple clamps on before doing this," Mistress Dark said.
Master got them and my nipples were hard buds, easy to place the clamps on. It was painful, but a good pain, like last night.
Mistress Dark came up to me and stroked my cheek. "Your Master cannot strike the front of your body with his hand or a paddle. It would be much too severe. The whip is a much better tool for this. You're stronger than you think, little one. You can do this. Thirty more to the front, Scott."
I was taller than she was, yet she called me little one. So far, I'd managed everything else thrown at me today. I suppose I could manage this as well. I determined I'd be as brave and strong as I could be, for my Master.
I saw him test the whip on himself again, perhaps uncertain because of where he'd be striking me. Satisfied he'd found it, the lash fell on my stomach and I flinched. Again, not as bad as I expected. His strokes grew harder, then lighter. The first time the lash struck my breasts, I gasped, the sudden pain like fire, yet again, not as bad as I expected. The same when he struck my vulva. It hurt, but not excruciatingly so. It fell into a rhythm, a small burst of sharp pain, slowly wearing away to an overall heat which seemed to spread to all corners of my body, centered on my cunt.
"Thirty," Mistress Dark said, "now fuck her, hard, right on the cross."
Master came to me, bent his knees and slid his cock right into my pussy, warm and wet and the first time he'd filled me as slave. With the plug in my ass, I was as full as I'd ever been in my life, climaxing instantly and I wished to hold him as he fucked me, but I was pinned to the cross, a butterfly on display. In and out, fucking me as hard as he could, riding me through my orgasm, giving me another, then another. I was sobbing hysterically, all the tension built from my whipping, pouring out through my cunt.
"Master," I sighed. "Fuck me. Fuck your slave's cunt. Cum in me. I want to feel you cum in me."
His hands grasped my ass as he plunged into me, over and over. I lost my sense of self, becoming only an object to be fucked, to be filled, to be used by a Master. He was a machine, emptied multiple times today and able to keep going long past our usual sex. When he orgasmed, it was anti-climactic, his cock swelling and sending a small amount of cum into the heated cauldron of my pussy awash with my own.
We were both breathing hard when he released me. I clung to him like a barnacle, kissing him wildly.
"Kneel," Mistress Dark ordered and I fell to my knees, still breathing hard. She released my nipple clamps, then said, "Show me you haven't forgotten how to lick cunt, slave."
Using every fragment of skill drilled into me by her earlier, I gave Mistress Dark another orgasm.
"A very satisfying day," she said. "I suspect you have a natural born sex slave, Scott. I've never seen anyone take to it so fast. I'd love to hear about her progress through the next three weeks."
I was leaning against my Master's leg, holding and stroking his leg. "I'll be happy to keep you updated on her progress," Master said.
"I believe you can ease up on the Slave Trainer for the most part. She has no discernible aversion to your cum anymore. It won't hurt to fuck her until she asks for permission to cum, then make her finish you in her mouth. All in all, you have a delectable slave slut in whom you can take great pride."
"I do," Master said. "I love my slave a great deal. How much do I owe you for the other things I purchased?"
"$529. I included the ball gag for free."
What other items had Master purchased? Then I smiled to myself because I knew it didn't matter. I'd find out soon enough.
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