Discretions

This is so perfect

What a woman

Erotica written by Sapper19th

I am stuck in the corner like I was a child. No, not like a
child this is even worse. I am wearing a gag that is holding me face first kneeling in the corner, and my pussy and ass are exposed to everyone in the room. The dildo and plug in my ass are shocking me whenever they talk or laugh or it hears a sound. How long is this going to go on, and how much of this can I endure? I never thought that things like this could be done to me, or that they would be done to me.

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M and I decide it is time for the next phase of our fun to begin. As he releases your gag from the floor, I disconnect the electrodes and turn off the power box. We help you to your feet, and M attaches a leash to your collar. We lead you into the foyer; where A and L have set up a drop cloth and a chair on top of it. I unlock your cuffs and M pulls the maid’s dress over your head quickly. We quickly push you down into the
chair and your hands are cuffed behind you again.

We go into the kitchen, and A and L have just returned with the take-out we sent them for. I take an order of lasagna from them and begin chopping it down into spoon size bites, and M is doing the same with an order of spaghetti. A and L watch as if we are crazy, and wonder at just what we are up to this time. We finish cutting up the food and then return to the foyer and you.

We both sit down on folding chairs about three feet away from you, food in hand. We wait for A and L to take up positions either side of us with a digital camera and a flip camera to get video of this part of the fun too. Once they are ready, M tells you “we want to make sure that you are well taken care of as our guest here, so we sent the girls out to get dinner. We hope you like Italian. We are going to make this a little
more interesting than a normal meal, and see just which one of us is a better marksman.”

As soon as M finishes his statement, we both pick up a spoonful of the food we have. We then start flinging spoonfuls of the cut up Italian food at your mouth. As the first spoonfuls hit your surprised face, I tell you “if your hungry I would suggest that you open up and eat your dinner. After all, A and L went to all the trouble of going out to get it for you and set this up for you.”

M and I continue to let fly with the spoonfuls of cut up pasta. The girls as they film and take pictures of the flying pasta, and your efforts to catch some of it even. M and I laugh as our misses decorate your face and some of it drops down onto your chest.

Erotica written by Sapper19th

We send A and L down to bring you up from the basement cell. When they open the door; they pay no attention to your situation and help you to your feet. They dress you in the skimpiest of a maid’s outfit and then cuff your hands behind your back. While one is holding onto your collar, the other quickly and tightly applies the humiliator gag. Your collar is quickly unlocked and you are led upstairs between them.

You are led into the living room where M and myself are sitting. We’re enjoying a drink and talking, and finish our conversation before turning our attention to you. M looks at you and grins, “since I am need of some dusting being done around the house we decided that it will be the perfect use for you. A and L will supervise you and make sure that you do a satisfactory job, because if you don’t it is their asses on the line as well as yours.” He nods at A and she takes the feather duster and attaches it onto the humiliator gag. “They will have further chores for you to complete afterward as well.”

A and L lead you out of the room as we return to conversation, and they lead you to the foyer. L starts by pointing out the areas that most need your attention to start, while A has reverted to switch mode and has a crop in hand to provide motivational guidance as you clean. They both pay close attention to your performance and M and I hear the occasional crack of the crop on an ass or thigh. We smile knowingly at each other, and continue our conversations. L checks on us and refreshes our drinks occasionally.

Once the foyer is done, A leads you into the dining room and has you begin dusting in there next. She and L work you quickly through the downstairs room, and then move you upstairs to continue cleaning. Once they are satisfied with your progress, they return downstairs with you in tow.

I motion for L to bring you over to me. When you are in front of me, I turn you around and unlock your handcuffs, then lock them in front of you. I then remove the feather duster from the gag, and fix a dish washer brush in it’s place. “Take her in and put her back to work taking care of any dishes that are in kitchen. Take this other brush as well, and when she is done with that she can start scrubbing the floor in the kitchen.” M and I then turn back to our discussion and allow A and L to go on about their business with you.

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I can’t believe this is happening to me. First, the kidnapping scenario even if it was being done by those I know. Then to be thrown into a cell and stripped of my clothes. Followed by being whipped and tormented, and left hanging on the cross. The sexual torment combined with the electro-box, and then to be returned to the cell in the basement. Now I am being used as a housemaid in the most humiliating of ways. The dusting was bad to start, and it became worse scrubbing dishes. Now though, kneeling on the floor with a bucket next to me and dipping the floor brush into it and balancing on my hands and knees as I move my head to scrub the floor is the worst.

A and L have been standing over me the entire time as I have been working. L has pointing out anything she feels that I need to be aware of, and A has the crop in her hand and is not afraid to use it when she thinks she needs too. I wish I knew why she needed too. My ass is already on fire it seems like, and she seems to hit the spots that are tenderest whenever she strikes.

Being treated this way is unbelievable to me. I am not sure how to react to it. I am handcuffed, on my hands and knees scrubbing a floor with a scrub brush attached to a gag strapped tightly around my head. Yet, I am not sure just what I am feeling at this point since my body is betraying me and show my true feelings about what I am experiencing.

Erotica written by Sapper19th

I am hanging here in the darkness again, and have once again been left alone. The hood and earplugs have me in a world of near deafness. Displayed for anyone that might also be a part of this to see and with nothing I can do to hide myself.

I wonder how long this will go on and just what will happen as this continues. What else is in store for me?

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We walk back into the room, and this time we have something else entirely in mind for you. We unlace your legs from the Cross and then disconnect your ankles. We unhook your wrists; M has one arm and leads you across to the bondage chair. With no chance for resistance we have you pushed back onto it, and your wrists locked wide to the arms of it. We pull your left leg wide first, and use a roll of vetwrap to wrap your calf and lower leg tight to the chair. We quickly do the same thing with the right, and I grab the tray we brought with us.

M takes the blindfold off you, and we both smile warmly at you. “We decided to give you a little rest, and let you sit down. Of course, we had to find something to occupy the time while you are sitting so we decided that a nice tattoo or three or four would be a fun idea during your rest. They will be discrete of course, and they are only henna so they will disappear after a week. They could last as long as three though if you are lucky,” M tells you laughingly.

I start with a black onyx henna pen, and begin the first tattoo. I carefully letter the word “SLAVE” downward along the right side of your pussy. I look up into your eyes and grin at you as I finish the lettering. I pick up a ruby colored pen next, and outline the lettering. I use the ruby colored pen, and start the next tattoo. This time I letter the word “SLUT” across the top of your pussy, and then outline it in black. I look to M, and he picks up one of the pens taking over for the next tattoo.

I stand back and watch as he begins on the inside of your right thigh. I laugh as I see his finished work and the “INSERT HERE” with arrows pointing to both of your holes. I have to admire the emerald color he chose, and it has a stunning effect once the letters are surrounded in black.

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I can’t believe this is happening. I didn’t think that anything could possibly make this situation crazier than it already was. Now I am looking down at myself, and I can’t believe that I have been tattooed. Even if they are where no one else will see them, I will still know that they are there and what they say.

Now I see that he is bringing out something else, another box of some kind. “Oh God,” I think to myself. It is another one of the electro-boxes. I watch as he unplugs the wires from the plug and dildo inside me from the little one and replug them into this one. I watch as he turns it on, and shows it to M and see the look on their faces. I know this is not going to be good for me, as I see the display on it come to life. They are doing this just to get to me, because I see the display saying things like “stroke, waves, orgasm, audio”. They stop it on one called “torment” of course. Now they have turned it and my pussy and ass come to life again. I can handle this, and then it stops.

It comes back to life a few seconds later, and this time I squeal from the surprise and the strength of it. There is no pattern to the electricity, when it happens or how long it lasts. Then I see that there is another twist to this as well. They are setting up a small music stand like, and then attach an arm to it. The end of the arm has a hitachi on it, and they position it up against my clit. They turn it onto high, and leave me alone again.

I try to let myself go and enjoy the vibrations of the hitachi. The “torment” I saw on the electro-box sure was named right though. Every time I can get close to orgasm, the electricity comes on at a level that I lose my concentration and I am starting all over again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I swear at the electro-box for what it is doing to me.

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We walk back into the room, and can’t help laughing at our new little slut swearing at her tormentor. She hasn’t even noticed us yet, so we continue to watch for a while and see what happens. She is trying and trying to orgasm, and we see our chance that she is almost there when we decide to announce ourselves. “Hello there slut, that is quite a show that you are putting on for us. It was definitely quite amusing to watch. Don’t let us stop you, please continue by all means,” I tell you in a mocking tone. I smile even wider as I watch you slump against your restraints.

I turn off the electro-box, and M turns off the hitachi. We release you from the bondage chair, and M attaches a leash to your collar. We go back downstairs and take you back down into the basement. Once we put you back inside the cell we originally had you in, we remove the hood and ear plugs. A chain from the wall is locked to your collar, and we close and lock the door on you.

Erotica written by Sapper19th

I sit and try to keep my mind off what is going happen next. I can hear footsteps outside in the hallway, and going up and downstairs. Noises from the street outside drift into me as well, and every time I shift a new cold part of the chain seems to find my bare skin. The electrodes have actually become pleasant, and I can’t stop them from from exciting me. I try to fight it, but feel the wetness growing and for some way to hide the scent of my arousal.

Time passes and I have no clue how long I am left this way. The noises continue around me, and I try to find someway to keep track of time. I reach a count of 600 seconds, and the power of the electrodes, jump and cause me to let out a squeal forgetting where I was. I try to get my concentration back with the new intensity tormenting my pussy and ass.

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We burst back into the room, and I switch the box back over to the slave training mode. I press the button, and we both grab her under an arm as she tries to stand. Once she is on her feet, I hit push the button to get her walking, and we guide her out of the room. He is in front, and I behind her so that she has no chance of escape. “There are steps here, and we will help you with them,” I tell her quietly. We have planned this so it is carefully choreographed.

Once we are in the attic, she is led over towards the cross and I press the button to stop her. One wrist cuff is unlocked and a suspension cuff is locked in it’s place. Her other wrist is unlocked and the process is repeated, and we quickly attach her wrists to the cross. The ankle cuffs are removed and replaced with leather ankle cuffs; her legs are pulled wide and attached to each side of the St. Andrews cross. We each take a length of rope and lace it through eyelets on one leg of the cross, and secure her immobile to the cross. I unlock the collar, and set them off to the side on the floor for later use.

I step back as he picks up a set of ear plugs and slips them into your ears. I pull your blindfold off, and slip a latex hood over your head quickly. I make sure it is positioned correctly and then zip the back closed. I move around in front of you and and put a leather collar around your neck. Once it is buckled, I slip a lock through the buckle and click it shut.

I step back around, and the two of us walk over to some assorted toys. I pick up a cat-o’-nine tails and he picks up a medium flogger, and we return taking up positions behind you. He begins by swinging the flogger in a figure eight motion working it across your shoulders and upper back. I watch as you flinch at the first strokes of the flogger, and then settle into the cross. I watch as M builds the intensity of the strokes, and the small shudders that escape you. As M steps back, I step in and begin with the cat. I use my wrist and use the tips to whip you, and smile as you jump as much as you can at your first feeling of it. I work across your upper back and shoulder blades, then your ass and thighs. The red marks it brings up on your skin bring smiles to both of our faces. M takes back over this time with a slapper; he works the backs of your calves and up and down the inside of your thighs before starting in on your ass. I switch the electro-box to audio mode, and laugh at your sudden squeal when the crack of the slapper causes you a shock.

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The blindfold comes off, and before my eyes a chance to try to adjust a hood is being pulled over my head. It’s adjusted over my mouth and eyes, then it tightens as it is zipped shut. I am not sure what to think of this right now, and instead just try to concentrate on the situation a hand. As my eyes adjust to the light, I recognize the attic and calm a little even though this is still beyond anything I have imagined. I still haven’t seen a face which still leaves me uneasy.

I jump at the first touch of the flogger. There is nowhere that I can go, and no way for me to escape. I rest my head against the cross as the flogging goes on, and I feel myself escaping into my own head. The intensity of the flogging increases and I have lost all track of time.

It stops, and then a sudden snap as something else hits me. Not like the flogger at all, it is stingy and sharp in it’s intensity. It has more focus too, and moves across my shoulder blades, back then my ass and my thighs. I can feel the marks it is leaving. Then it stops and I feel the crack as something else strikes me. The sound makes me cringe; it is my calves now and then the insides of my thighs. Suddenly, the electrodes are alive again inside my pussy and ass. Every time the it strikes the electrodes do too, and it is making me crazy. The longer it goes the more I lose track of what is going on, and now the electricity in my pussy and ass are getting stronger too.

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M is in control of the remote now, and I pick up the dragon’s tail. I flick it and watch as it raises a weal with every touch upon your skin. I never linger in one area and move from back to ass to thighs to back and then calves. I make sure not to set a rhythm or any kind of pattern so that I keep you off guard as much as possible.

I stop and signal to M, and the electricity stops for you as well. We step across the room away from you, and have a whispered conversation. M walks back over to you, and slips a blindfold onto your hood. Before we leave the room to take a break for a few moments and ready the next steps.

Continued in Part 3