A Slave To Politics Part 1

7:49. I buckled the strap of the last shoe, stood up, and hurried down the hall. As I negotiated the steps I felt more naked than if I had no clothes on at all.

7:51. I entered the kitchen just one minute late. I knew I was in trouble as soon as I caught the scouring look on Brittany's face. "You are late. You will be punished for your disobedience. Now come over here, cunt toy, and present yourself." I walked over and stood next to her.

She shook her head in disappointment as she noticed that the bra was stretched to its limits. "You stupid slut. Your slut tits should stick out of these holes. Let me show you," she said as she grabbed the nipple of the right breast with one hand as she held the bra cup against my chest with the other. I groaned and gritted my teeth as she pulled the nipple forward, causing my breast to squeeze through the hole until the bra squeezed the base. She repeated with the left breast. When she was done, my breasts where squeezed into balls of skin, capped with long angry nipples. Though the pressure was not bad it was constant and restricting. They looked exaggerated in size and firmness and where sensitive to the touch.

She then reached down to my bald pussy and flicked my clit a couple of times. Instantly the clit pushed past it's hood and stood erect and throbbing with excitement. I could feel my wetness, and I again felt embarrassed and ashamed. It is amazing how she has such complete control over my body.

"Is my little cunt toy wet and ready again? Look at how large and hard your clit is. It must be so sensitive and uncomfortable. Maybe if you are a good slut tonight, do everything I say, your clit will get the attention it wants and you will get the orgasm you so desperately need," she gleefully announced as she pulled her hand away and wiped her fingertips off on one of my breasts. I was so horny again.

"Now you may have the yogurt and dry toast which I have placed on the counter. Drink the entire glass of water. You must kneel by my side as we eat. You are then to wait until I am finished." I grabbed everything and kneeled in place. "May I start with my meal, Mistress Brittany?"

"Yes," she answers without looking my way. My hunger consumed me and I was finished as quickly as I started. The glass of water was in a pint glass, and I downed it without even thinking.

"Drink another glass. Hurry up, we don't have all day."

I was not sure if she was testing me to see if I would slip up again and earn more punishment. "May I stand and fill my glass at the sink, Mistress Brittany?"

"Yes"

I filled the glass and emptied it again. She orders me to drink a third glass. It took much longer, since I was no longer thirsty. When I was finished, she asked me to stand beside her. She turned me around and handcuffed my wrists together. Pulling a chain out of her pocket, she clipped it to my collar and led me out of the kitchen, down the hall, toward the basement door. A panic set through me as I watched her reach for the basement door. Nothing good could happen down there. I hesitated, causing her to jerk the leash to yank me through the door. My resolve started to crumble as she led me down the stairs. Everything was amplified; the click of my heels on the wooden steps; the rapid beat of my heart; the tears that tried to force their way past my eyes; and the slow drip of my pussy.

My basement is extremely large, separated into two spare bedrooms, a laundry room, a large workroom (were my husbands huge tool collection has collected dust over the past couple of years), a large game room and an adjacent media room. The wood flooring of the hallway amplified the sound of my heels. She led me to one of the bedrooms, one that acted as my workout room. It was outfitted with ceiling hooks, ropes and pulleys. This devil-girl has been busy.

She led me over to a thin, raised bench. The padded area had a 3-inch gap in the middle. The padded surface on the top was just below with were my hips and waist met. I was shaking. "Spread your legs wide," she ordered me. "Wider!" My feet must have been more than three feet apart. I felt her lock on a set of padded ankle cuffs, and then she secured them to a set of hooks I saw mounted in the floor. Where did those come from?

Surprisingly, the handcuffs were unlocked and removed. She reached back on a table by the door and grabbed a strange looking leather sheath with laces up one side. "Now hold your hands together behind you, palm to palm, and don't let go." She slipped the sheath up my arms, and buckled it in place with straps that reached over my shoulders. She then started to pull the laces tight. I grunted as my arms were drawn towards each other. Closer and closer. Until my elbows finally met.

She tightened the laces until I thought she would pull my shoulders together behind me. It hurt, but was it was not unbearable. She readjusted the shoulder straps so that it erased all slack. My breasts, already bulging out from constricting bra, now were thrust forward much further. I knew that they must look like two irresistible toys to Brittany.

From an overhead pulley she pulled down on a rope, which she then secured to a ring at the bottom of the leather sheath encasing my arms. Throwing me a wicked smile, she pulled slowly on the rope, pulling my arms up behind me and forcing me to lean over the padded bench. My arms were wrenched back into a painfully awkward position, forcing my chest horizontal to the floor. I could not imagine it could get worse than this. I had no idea how wrong I was. She tied a short piece of rope to my hair tie, and secured it to my upper arms, forcing my head back.

"My, oh my, what a sight you are," She said as she stepped back to examine my totally helpless and prone body. Slowly she touched the curves and crevices with her finger, using that feather-like touch which she is a master at. "Hold on, this will work better," she stated, moving over to a large bag on the floor and taking out something I could not see. But Oh Geez did I feel it. A feather.

"You have the most magnificent legs. Your calves are so strong and defined," she cooed as she tickled the back of my leg. "Look how toned your hammys are, and how tight and round your ass is." I was grunting and wiggling from the intense sensations. This seemed to only spur her on. She ran the feather down my other leg, concentrating around the junction of my butt and my legs, and behind my knees. She giggled every time I jerked or moaned. "You have the most delectable body, my toy. You should be ashamed for not working hard to share it with others." The feather trailed along the sides of my torso. My abs and back muscles involuntarily tightened wherever the feather touched, causing my tormentress to giggle.

"I am going to ask you some questions. You will answer every one truthfully and completely. If I think that you left anything out, or have fibbed to me, then I will add to your punishment tonight." All the while she was driving me crazy with that fucking feather.

She started peppering me with questions. "How often did you and your husband fuck? What was the kinkiest fuck you had with your husband? What do you find disgusting?" I answered immediately and completely, trying to avoid additional punishment.

She flicked the feather over my whole body, raising my sensitivity tenfold. "Who was your best friend from college? Who is your worst enemy? What do you fantasize about?" From time to time she would stop for a minute and take a series of pictures. Then she would resume. That damn feather!

It was increasingly hard to answer with her concentrating on my nipples and clit. She gradually built up my excitement, bringing me closer than I have been all day to my desperately needed orgasm. Yet she skillfully manipulated the feather to keep me from kicking into overdrive. I also felt pressure build on my bladder. I wasn't even thinking now, just responding. "What is your bank code? What is your computer security code?"

Her questions went on endlessly. The feather was the center point of my universe. Every time it gently flicked over the raging erection of my clit, my whole body vibrated like a guitar string. My breathing was shallow and sweat was dripping off my body. She toyed with my overloaded body for what I later learned was almost two hours. It seemed like two months.

"Oh fuck toy, you are so fun to play with. I never imagined that you were such a horny slut. I bet that you are the horniest cunt on the face of the earth at this very moment," she announced with a final flick of the feather. And she was right. She had me so wound up that the only thoughts in my mind were about my need to cum. I was hoping for a heart attack or stroke or something to end the never-ending torment.

Now that teasing had ceased, I became exceedingly aware of my expanded bladder. I needed to pee almost as bad as I needed to cum. I could not believe that I had turned into this. My arms ached. My back, neck, legs breasts ached. And oh how did my nipples, clit and bladder ache.

I was so out of it that I did not even notice that she had again dipped back into her evil bag. She showed me the set of nipple clamps, which she held up for my perusal She opened and closed them in a teasing fashion before finally clipping onto my distended nipples, both at once. Never had my nipples felt so much pain. I screamed and screamed until the pain dulled a touch. She then showed me a set of fishing weights. With a laugh, she hooked these onto each of the clips, then dropping them. I screamed again. "You hesitated in answering my questions 3 times tonight, so I have added a three pound weight to each of your nips. You should really appreciate them as I whip your legs. One more thing; I know that you are feeling quite full with urine. If you let even a drip slip by, you will earn additional punishment"

I trembled, both from fright and from the sustained sexual excitement. And I now felt the full force of my overloaded bladder, causing great discomfort as I struggled to hold it in. She toyed with me more, running what felt like a paddle up and down my legs.

Without warning, she smacked the back of my left leg, causing me to flex in pain. This started the weights rocking back and forth from my poor nipples. I heard a faint little voice in the back of my mind say 'count.'

"One....thank you...for....spank....ing....me," I choked out.

"Good salve. You are learning well," she said gleefully

Slap. Behind the right leg.

"Two...oooo....thank you for....spanking...me."

I was racked in pain as she continued with the remainder of my eight strokes. I struggled not to scream from the frustration and pain. I needed to pee. I needed to cum. I needed to die.

"Okay, my little cunt licker. I will let you pee, but only after you lick me to two orgasms." She had removed her skirt and was standing on a small exercise step. She jammed her pussy in my face. She must have been exceedingly horny. Her juices coated my face and she came in half a minute. I sucked on her clit trying to coax her to her second cum as quickly as possible. I did not have long to wait. Her second was stronger than her first. She screamed out her orgasm. Her reaction only added to my frustration.

She finally stepped away. My bladder was close to bursting, yet I waited for her to release me so I could use the toilet. But she made no move to release me. Instead, she left the room and returned with a large party bucket, the type that I used to chill up to case of wine.

"Go ahead, pee," she commanded. I could not. Not like this. No matter how much my bladder hurt, I would not pee standing here like this. "You either pee now, my cunt slave, or I plug your hole until the morning," she giggled as she flicked the weights on one of my nipples. I groaned and realized that I was at her mercy. I relaxed and felt instant relief as my pee splashed into the bucket. Some of the backsplash hit my legs. I was mortified. And I was relieved. And again, I was grateful to her. This is quite the warped world she has created for me.

Once the last of my pee trickled into the bucket, she removed it. She pulled another set of ropes from the same ceiling pulley. She pulled one end under me. Wrapping it above my breast and around my back, under my arms. She repeated this several times before tying it off. She pulled on the other end until I could feel it supporting part of my weight. She added several inches of slack to the rope pulling my arms, releasing the aching tension to a much more manageable level.

She brought a small fan, which she set on a short stool. This was placed between my legs. She plugged the fan in and turned it on to its lowest setting. I had not noticed the she had two feathers attached to the fan by thin strings. The fan would blow the feathers wildly around, erratically brushing my inner thighs, vulva, that area in between the sphincter and the vagina, and my tortured clit. The air from the fan started to slowly dry my juice even while my pussy pumped out more. Being so hypersensitive, the touch of the feathers and the gentle breeze of the fan were keeping my nerve endings on full alert.

She removed the nipple clamps, causing me to yell out in pain from the rush of blood. This gave her the opening to push a red ball into my mouth and strap it tightly under my ponytail.

"I am tired now. You have no idea how tiring it can be to play with my toy. If you are a perfect cunt slave tomorrow, you will get the opportunity to cum. After all, what good would you be if I break you. Now try hard and get some sleep." She said as she pet my forehead and kissed me on the cheek.

For the second night in a row, I would be in continuous excitement. I again started to cry as I thought that this might be my life as I forever know it.

A Slave To Politics

Part 6

by SpeechMasterOne

It just keeps going. My mind is unable to rest, unable to stop reacting, unable to think about much of anything but my throbbing sex. I am so prone and vulnerable, my hope for someone or something to end this torment almost obliterated. I feel so alone.

After several hours, the fan and the feather irritate my skin. Every touch rubs on the raw nerve endings in my thighs and between my legs. That is, except for my clit. It seems to be thriving from the feather's attention. In fact, it seems to take over for my brain as the control center of my body. Each time the feather flutters over my erect nub, it shoots powerful sensations throughout my body. Even with my limited mobility, my body tries to follow the feather as it flits away. My body is hot, with a light gleam of sweat covering those areas not accessed by the fan.

And I am tired. I am finding myself starting to nod off, only to be awakened every time the feather dances across my clit. Finally, my clit loses the battle and my mind shuts me down into a fitful sleep. I faintly remember waking up and being lead upstairs by a leash. It seemed more of a dream.

When I awake, I am lying on the bed, naked except for the collar and my wrists cuffed behind my back. The light from the windows illuminates the naked curves of my mistress. I stare at the ceiling, hoping for a few minutes for myself before Brittany starts with me today. I need the rest.

Unfortunately, I am provided little time to contemplate. Brittany wakes up and leans over to me. Without a word, she uses her fingernail to lightly scrape one of my areolas and nipples. Sparks shoot through me. My nipple stands up in rapid attention. I am shocked at how quickly my body is reacting to the simplest of touches.

She continues to toy with me, playing with my nipples, and then running her finger up my neck and around the collar. She traces faint lines behind my ears, along my cheekbones and over my lips. The sensations are making me horny again. I hate how she has such command over my body.

Her finger roams down my chest and tight stomach. She traces a sensitive line around, then over my pouty, swollen pussy lips, which are coated with my dry fuck juice. She flicks her fingernail over my clit, the enormity of the sensations causing me to jerk violently. She flicks me a few more times, quickly bringing me to highly aroused level. She stops as I pant and moan in need.

"Now, lick me. Be a good little pet and take your time...we have all morning," she said with a wicked grin. I adjusted myself, which was difficult with my wrists cuffed behind me. Lying between her legs, I start lightly licking her pussy lips. I work methodically, licking everything. I follow my instincts, knowing what I like. I nibble here, lick there. With desire, but without enjoyment, I bring her to a level of pitched excitement, and then start sucking on her clit. This sends her skyrocketing into orgasm. After her blissful peak and a long recovery period, the cycle starts again. I bring her to five gigantic orgasms for over two hours. My body aches, especially my neck, jaws and tongue. I am exhausted.

"Every morning, you will masturbate yourself to the brink of orgasm and then stop. You will then wake me up by licking me to orgasm. Unless, of course, I have you tied up in some delicious position. Now go take a shower...you smell like such a slut. Make sure you shave everything closely. And hurry up, I have an exciting day planned for you," she said as she unlocks my cuffs. I move as quickly as my achy body will allow. Everything seems to hurt. The hot water of the shower soothes the aches and allows me to escape my predicament for a few minutes. When I run my soapy hands over my nipples, it sends erotic pulses throughout my chest. And it is even more intense when I shave my pussy. I want to frig my clit to get that orgasm I so badly need, but I am even more afraid of the punishment. I reluctantly pull my hand out of my crotch and turn off the shower. I pull myself together as I dry my hair.

Entering the bedroom, Brittany finishes laying my clothes out on the bed. "Step over to the mirror'" she ordered. I tremble as she cuffs my wrists together in front of me, and then attaches them to a chain that was hanging from a hook in the ceiling directly over the full-length mirror. I had never seen the hook before, so it must be some of her demonic handy work. She pulls me high enough that I have to lift my heels off the floor. Using her feet, she nudges my legs about 2 feet apart, causing me to stand even higher on the balls of my feet.

She walks around me, assessing my body, still damp from the shower and erotically stressed from this morning’s teasing and the activities of the past few days. Maybe from fear or from anticipation of more teasing and punishment, my nipples immediately pop erect. And I can feel my clit grow and throb. I marvel at how quickly my body betrays me now. I am turning into such a slut.

"You look so beautiful," she purrs as she runs her fingers over my breasts. "You are coming along much quicker than I had anticipated. I thought that it would take at least a week, but look how quickly I have taken control of your body. Despite how hard you fight it, your body now listens to me."

And she was right. As she talks, her fingers dance over my body, running up my arms and down my neck, over by belly and along my thighs. Within seconds, my sex starts dripping. Despite every effort to keep from getting excited, I can do nothing to stop her from heating up my body. After several minutes, I am panting.

"Open your eyes and look at how I control this body. Look at how it is a toy - my toy - to play with, as I like. Watch,'" she purrs as she toys with the lips of my sex, tickling them, massaging them. The reflection haunts me. I see myself, yet I have never seen this person before. The body in the mirror is glowing with erotic need; breasts have swelled, vagina has opened like a flower, all puffy and oozing, chest rapidly expanding and contracting, hips gyrating. I can see the sexual strain pulse through every muscle.