Testament of consent.
I am a thing.
I am classed as “0”.
Zero. An object. An ornament.
An empty vessel.
I have no rights and may not speak or show emotion to the guests. When I am used by the guests for any purpose I must remain passive and perfectly still. Even when I am flogged.
I am not whipped for punishment. Only to give pleasure. That is my purpose
If I prove sufficiently pleasing to the guests I may ascend to the status of pleasure slave.
My keepers look after me. They feed me, train me and care for me.
I think I’ve been here for around a week now. I’m not sure.
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“Does it like having its nipples scratched?”
I was lying on the bed with arms stretched above my head. My wrists were cuffed and I couldn’t move. Cherice (one of my keepers, I had two, the other was Marcus who was yet to arrive) was sitting on my legs, flicking and scraping at my nipples with her fingernails. It was the most sublime bliss imaginable, outside of an orgasm that is.
“Of course it does.”
Oh yes, indeed I do. And every now and then I would emit a low guttural moan as proof. I couldn’t help it. It seemed to emanate from some secret part of me. Somewhere primordial. The animal in me.
That was how I was beginning to feel. Like an animal. I was losing all of my inhibitions. Not only the ones that our modern so called civilized society inflicts on us but also those of the intellect. The ones we invent for ourselves.
I think that quite often we make a jailer of our own minds. The unknown scares us so we create laws and conventions to deny those passions which seem incomprehensible, mysterious or downright dangerous. Then we invent the locks and manufacture the keys to hide those passions away.
And in so doing we create monsters.
But there are no monsters in me anymore. The whip has taken care of that. I’m an empty vessel. Eagerly compliant I stretch back with my arms above my head and close my eyes and let her plot a course for me. I can already feel myself entering the gentle warm currents of the most blissful and serene of all seas.
The Moon is rising. The ocean is calling.
And my sex is all aflutter with anticipation.
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It was like I was hypnotized. But not by a magician waving a watch in front of my eyes. I just needed the simple and repetitive movement of fingernails flicking against my nipples. That simple. That easy. God how susceptible I am.
And it was the most unbearable of tingly prickly pleasure-pain which her fingers were now conjuring for me; an agonizingly delightful combination of the sweetest torture and the most excruciating ecstasy. A radiant burning sensation emanated from the tips of my nipples and seemed to consume my breasts entirely.
This is what I mean about being controlled. Piloted. The ineffable bliss of being in the hands of another, having to trust them, being totally owned by them and being made subject to their will; it is one of the most sublime pleasures I can conceive of
Occasionally I would pry open my eye lids and see her leaning over me. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. Ginning like a mad thing. At this moment she OWNS me. Totally. I am fucking HERS and she knows it. And she is loving it. And I am loving her loving it.
Through the blur of my half open eyes I see her staring at me, her long flowing auburn hair falling as if storm tossed over her sparkling blue eyes. Suddenly she throws her head back and I see her exposed neck and her full fleshy breasts heaving with breathless amusement and all at once I want her so badly and I …
Her fingers seek within. A gentle quiver. My clit. Oh my god.
I’m going to cum
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I open my eyes fully and stare in wonder at the perfect fullness of her soft fleshy breasts, her nipples the most delicious and succulent of all fruits, her long tanned bare arms, the impossibly smooth silkiness of her belly.
I want nothing more than to suffer for her, to live and laugh and love with her, in her arms, in her smile, in her eyes.
Her eyes are shining bright. Her nakedness is awe-inspiring, divine, totally overwhelming. Her beauty suddenly seems too enormous to contemplate. I’m so fucking hot. Driven only by lust I feel an insane craving. A madness for which there is only one cure. I am swimming in a vast sensual ocean of utter ecstasy and I want to drown myself in her.
“Going to cum are we?”
Oh God please yes.
She holds me like that for a few moments.
Then suddenly she rears back and out of nowhere she slaps me hard on the face.
I don’t have time to react. Another hard slap to my right cheek. My head jerks to the left and I suddenly feel dazed.
I look up. I’m dizzy but I see her right hand raised to strike me again and I quickly turn my head to deflect the blow. For a moment the inside of my head seems to implode and there is a strange numbness and I can hear a deafening high-pitched ringing noise in my ears and I realize that pain has a sound all of its own.
Christ, I think she just fucking punched me.
Aghast I stare up at her mute with shock.
Another slap. She’s grinning. Just the palm of her hand now. My cheek is stinging hot. The side of my face feels enormous.
More slapping. I’m crying out. She’s laughing. She puts her right hand around my neck and squeezes. Her left hand reaches down between my thighs and I can feel her fingers entering me very roughly. She pinches my clit and I want to cry out but I can’t because she’s got me by the throat. I can’t breathe at all and suddenly I’m loving it. I am utterly at her mercy and she is so fucking strong. I can’t believe how fucking strong she is and now she’s squeezing my neck and rubbing my clit at the same time and oh fuck yes yes yes. I can barely see. I can barely breathe. I’m gasping for air. Fighting for life. Everything is all blurred and my vision is seemingly just made up of yellow and white and orange colored shapes and I can’t breathe at all and I can feel a vague kind of panic sitting out there at the edge of my consciousness but her fingers are inside my pussy and that is here and now and so real and I am fucking loving it. I am fucking roaring and rushing everything is happening really fast but also really slow like in a car accident but her fingers are inside me oh god yes and that’s all I know and that’s all I want and I suddenly realize I’m choking and I can feel my face is hot and red and engorged and then at long last she lets go of my neck and I start coughing and the air rushes into my lungs and she just slaps me again and again and I’m fucking loving it and I’m laughing and I want to cum. I really want to cum now…
She stops. I can hear her laughter and still breathless I look up at her.
She’s holding up her right hand. But not to hit me. Her fingertips are glistening wet.
“Wow. That pussy is wet wet wet! You certainly liked that didn’t you? The pussy never lies.”
She licks a finger.
“Hmm. Sweet. C’mon. You really want to cum? I mean cum and cum and cum? OK. Work for me, bitch. Move now. I wanna see you dance. Shake those hips for me. Let me see that pussy strut its stuff. Grind for me baby. You’re my little bitch cunt. You got to work for it if you want it. And you want it so bad don’t you?”
She rammed her knee up against my pussy and started slapping my breasts again shouting at me that I was her little cumbitchslutwhore. Then she grabbed both nipples and started yanking and twisting them.
“Come on baby. Shake it for me. Hmmm. I wanna see that hungry cunt burning for me. I wanna see it on fire. Consumed in flames of pure lust. Burn for me baby, burn…”
She’s tearing at my nipples. Please now please now. Yes. Oh God please. Beat me. Hurt me. I want to cum like this.
She releases a nipple and slaps my face. I cry out and she just slaps me really hard again.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch.”
I look up at her. Yes, yes, please, yes…
But suddenly she stops again and the air is filled with her laughter.
All I can do is stare at her.
“No, bitch. Not yet. You’ll cum when I say.”
She turns around and looks over at the bedside table.
“We haven’t used the nipple clamps yet, have we? A little nipple torture I think.”
Then in a kind of deep TV announcer voice she said, “The cruel bite of cold hard steel on tender female nipples. Is there anything more satisfying after a hard day at the office?”
Then she grinned and said quite normally, “Hey. What about scratching your nipples really softly with a couple of really sharp needles? That’d be fun. How long would you be able to stand it? I wonder could I give you an orgasm just by working your nipples alone? You are such a horny bitch I bet I could.”
She assumed a kind of mock gravity and said, “Ah. The night is long and there is so much work to do.”
She patted my pussy and said, “Fuck, you are one hot bitch. Really. The expression on your face. You’re such a fucking turn-on when you look like that. All those innocent butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth and why are you being so cruel to me looks. But there is nothing innocent about you is there? You fucking love it. When Marcus gets here we are both of going to fuck you completely senseless. Ravish you utterly. Tie you up and whip your sweet ass red and raw. We are going to devour you whole and leave nothing. You’ll be fucked to death, baby. Nothing but dry bones.”
Then giggling she collapsed on top of me and laid soft little kisses on my forehead and cheeks.
“Marcus will be here in a few minutes. I think we should make you ready for him, don’t you?”
She reached over for the nipple clamps on the bedside table.
“C’mon. Up. I want you kneeling by the side of the bed for when he comes.”
Continues here The Keepers II