Date: Fri, 7 Nov 2014 18:19:55 -0500
From: SpiderSophie
Subject: Memoirs Of A Lesbian Sex-Slave

Memoirs Of A Lesbian Sex-Slave (F/F, D/s, BD, Spanking, Needles, Enema,
Humiliation, Consensual) by SpiderSophie
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====Memoirs Of A Lesbian Sex-Slave Chapter 1 - An opening
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My rear end
was the focus of a great deal of attention from Mistress. The cheeks got all
manner of whackings, which I will deal with in another chapter, (for there
is much to tell). Meanwhile, the hole was used as a way to humiliate and
torture me. I suppose that is because it is such an intimate and private place.
Mistress exposed it, examined it, invaded it and enemaed it frequently.I had
to keep my hole completely clean. This was another of Mistresses' ways of
controlling me. After every shitting, I washed myself thoroughly with a soapy
cloth. I had to clean inside the ring too, by pushing the cloth inside and
rubbing it round. To test my cleanliness, Mistress would stick a finger up
my bum and smell it, then have me suck it. If she was not satisfied, I got
caned.`Offer yourself', when given as a verbal command from Mistress, meant I
had to get on my knees with my bum pointing at her, put palms to floor and
forehead on hands, ass up, knees wide apart, feet even wider. I get this "
offer" command a lot. It put me in a convenient position for examining,
spanking and fucking. I often had to do this in front of strangers too - at BDSM
parties or when entertaining guests. Even if I was clothed in one of my
going-out outfits I was still quickly exposed. Once in position, mistress would
just lift the dress over my hips, fully revealing my rear. Its a very
humiliating position to be in, especially when everyone else is clothed, and
chuckling at you, or even making comments about your features.Shortly after
entering her service, Mistress decided that my anal ring was too narrow. To remedy
this perceived problem, she ordered a set of black silicon buttplugs. There
were five, all the same shape, but of different sizes. The smallest was the
width of a pen, but shorter. The largest was as wide and long as a drinking
glass. They were a rounded conical shape with a large base. Just in front
of the base they narrowed a little, so that, once fully inserted, they
remained in place.On the morning after the day the plugs arrived, Mistress laid
them out on the coffee table in a line sorted by size, and told me she was
going to open me. I was not entirely sure what she meant.It was just after
breakfast when Mistress gave me a command to offer myself. I did so, and
Mistress immediately put the smallest plug into me. It slipped in easily; if felt a
little odd wearing it around for the morning, but soon got used to it.Just
before lunch, I was made to offer again, and given the second plug. After
lunch, I got the third. This one was a good fit - enough to stretch me a
little. It also pressed palpably against my rectum.After serving Mistress her
afternoon tea I was made to offer again. When the third plug was popped out, it
felt good. It had not been painful, but had been pressing, and constantly
noticeable. The relief lasted only a few seconds, for Mistress immediately
started to push the fourth plug into me. Involuntarily, I started moving to
resist it. "You will remain completely still" said Mistress. That was an
order. Mistress' orders were to be obeyed. I tried to relax and remain calm,
holding as still as possible.Mistress was pushing on the plug slowly but
firmly. I could feel it stretching me open. However, it simply would not go all
the way in. Mistress pulled it out, and for a moment I thought there might be
safe. However, she ordered me to the en-suite to get the lube. When I got
back, she had me offer again, then firmly greased my back passage with her
fingers. This time, when she pushed the plug into my still resisting rectum, it
entered fully.For the rest of the afternoon, I had to move slowly, gingerly
and deliberately. Mistress knew I was struggling, and gave me chores to
torment me. She made me clean the bathroom, even though it was already
spotless. She made me do some tidying up on the shelves in the garage too. All the
time the fourth plug was deep inside me.By now I well understood that I was
going to have to take the fifth plug, and that it would happen today. It was
just sitting there, on the coffee table, menacingly. Whenever I went past it
I could not resist looking at it with some trepidation. My ring was already
too tight. It was uncomfortable to move. I did not think that the big plug
would fit, which made me scared of Mistresses' reaction.After dinner, I got
the "offer" command I had been dreading. Mistress was sitting on the couch
next to the coffee table, so I got into position on the floor nearby. I
enjoyed the feeling of the fourth plug being withdrawn. It was like finally
shitting after long constipation.Mistress heavily greased my anus. I could feel
from her fingers that the ring was still very open. However, when the fifth
plug was first pushed in, it stopped well before it reached the base. Not
only was my ring stretched tightly, but the plug's tip was pressing against my
rectum.She had me get some pillows and lie on them rather than the floor so
I would be more relaxed. When that failed, she had me lie on the couch.
Then she had me take a warm shower and lie on the bed. None of these worked. No
amount of coaxing could get my anus to accept the huge invader.Eventually,
Mistress found way to solve the problem. She put me into nadu (which is
basically a kneeling position with buttocks touching heels). She stood the plug
on the floor beneath me, and had me squat on to it. She gave me wine to sip,
then she started stroking my back, quite gently. After a minute or so, she
told me to push down firmly. As I did so, the giant intruder drove deeply
into me.Mistress kept stroking. I kept sipping. Each time she said "down", I
pushed, and the plug slipped in deeper. But then as I relaxed it slid back
out a little. I could not tell if I was making any progress. Progress there
was though. It must have taken a half an hour, but suddenly, on the last of
dozens of little pushes, the rim of the plug finally reached my anal ring. It
popped in, and held."Bed" ordered Mistress. Letting out long, gasping
moans, more from pressure than pain, I crawled slowly to the bed. Walking was
out of the question. The "bed" command meant I had to get onto the bed.
Keeping my knees wide apart, I stood up enough to get my hips above the bed, then
kind of rolled onto it, and lay there, literally stuffed.I was severely
impaled. My ring was in pain. My sphincter was squashed. Maybe it was the
backrub, or maybe my deep masochism, but my cunt was dripping wet too. Since
masturbation was strictly forbidden, I just had to lie there. It was not
unpleasant.Later in the evening, Mistress came to bed. I was still lying on the bed
where she had left me. She had me service her, and then she pulled out the
plug.It's an odd feeling being unplugged. It feels like you are empty - like
something is missing. Fortunately, I did not have to wait long for my next
opening.

Memoirs Of A Lesbian Sex-Slave Chapter 2 - Everyday Bondage

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I f anyone vanilla (such as a tradesman) was coming to the house, or if
Mistress was going out on her own, then I would be bound up. I'd also get bound
up if Mistress had no use for me for a while. That was about four or five
afternoons every week, when Mistress was working in the study. It was not that
I could not be trusted, or that I was being punished - Mistress just felt
that slaves should be restrained when not in use; much like tying a working
dog in its kennel.There were two common commands Mistress used to prepare me
for everyday bondage. "Bed, spread" meant go to the bed and lie face up,
spread-eagled. "Bed, bara" meant lie on the bed face down, with ankles
crossed, and wrists crossed behind my back. Bara is one of the many Gorean commands
I had to learn. I could get these commands at other times too, but mostly
they were a presage to bondage. When I got the command, I had to obey
immediately. I'd try to sneak in a piss if I needed one, and if I thought Mistress
would not follow me straight to the bedroom. That got me caned a few times,
but it was worth it overall. It's no fun being tied up with a full bladder.
All "bed" commands required me to strip nude first - that was pretty easy
because at home I did not wear a lot anyway. I'd fold whatever I had been
wearing and put it in the closet, for Mistress was particular in not leaving
any clutter around. I would also get the liner and place it on top of the bed.
The liner was to catch bodily fluids - sweat, piss and even poo if I had
diarrhea.Once these preparations had been done, I would get into position, and
Mistress would blindfold me, then lock me tightly into place. The locking
was a matter of moments, for my wrists and ankles had permanent polished
steel cuffs on them with rings attached for this very purpose.In the
spread-eagled position, my wrists and ankles were chained to posts and rings on the
bed. The wrist chains were very short. The ankle ones were short too, but
attached to springy luggage ties that were in turn clipped to the bed. This put
my body under a bit of tension. In the bara position, I got a hogtie. In this
case, my wrists and ankles were all chained to each other behind my back
and my collar was chained to the bed.The chains were not toys, or just for
show. They had proper, strong locks on them and needed a key to release. The
few times when I tested the bonds showed that they were very secure. Even had
I wished to escape, it would have been impossible. I had to lie there
helpless, often for hours, until Mistress chose to free me.One day it occurred to
me that she was out, and there was a fire, I would die. When I mentioned
this, very politely, to Mistress, she told me it was a small risk that she was
OK with taking. I had no further recourse. Since I was fully the property of
my mistress, it was her risk, not mine.I always got aroused when Mistress
was fastening me in, the click of the clock - such an erotic sound.
Unfortunately, I could do nothing about the feeling, which did not last for the
duration of the bondage.Despite the disadvantages, I really liked being tied up.
The hogtie could get uncomfortable but it also felt secure. The spread-eagle
was more confronting. It had me feeling helpless in my vulnerability. The
feeling of physical helplessness was comforting. Often I would sleep.

Memoirs Of A Lesbian Sex-Slave Chapter 3 - The needles
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Shortly I will
scream in pain. I mean that quite literally; my mouth will get hoarse from
howling. Outside, its pouring with rain. We do not get a lot of rain in our
climate. When it does rain, Mistress takes full advantage of it. The rain muffles
sounds, and that's what she needs. The neighbors must not know what goes on
in here.Mistress is a cruel, sadistic bitch. That is not an insult, or a
complaint. I knew what she was when I surrendered my life to her. I wanted an
owner who would hurt me. My main concern about her cruelty was that she would
not be sadistic enough to fulfill my deep masochistic needs. That has not
been a problem.Although I know it is the precursor to my torture, I don't
think of disobeying mistress when she gives me the "Bed! Spread!" command.
This means I must get nude and lie spread-eagled on my back on the bed. I obey
immediately, without resistance or complaint. When I am in position,
Mistress firmly secures my limbs to the bed posts - an easy task, because my wrists
and ankles have permanent cuffs for just this purpose, and the bed has
chains and clips to match them. Now my fate is sealed. Nothing can save me from
her vile attentions.I have not been blindfolded. The large mirror in the
ceiling will give me an excellent view of my own torment.Mistress is quite
cheerful as she lays out the needles on the bedside table. "It's quite a while
since we had a good session. It's going to be such fun" she says breezily.
There are seven needle tools. I had to make them myself, from a set of
sewing needles and some corks. I drilled holes halfway into the corks and glued
the needles' eye end into them. They can be safely manipulated by holding the
cork. Two of them are about three inches long, and four are short one inch
ones. The last one - the most evil of all - is even shorter, and thin as a
hair. They live in a jar of antiseptic, but come out to play when the weather
is right.Mistress climbs onto me, and sits with her full weight on my
belly, so I cannot thrash around. I am quite busty, but when I'm lying flat my
tits don't stick up much. It's simple for Mistress to make my tit rise though
- she just pulls hard on my permanent nipple ring. I wince. I feel the tip
of a long needle pricking into the soft skin on the bottom of my breast,
beneath my nipple. Mistress holds it there for a moment, teasing me. Then she
pushes on the base of the cork, and the needle easily slides deep into my
tit. I yell, loudly. When I've calmed down to a whimper, Mistress continues.
There's a fair bit of flesh at the end of my nipple above the ring. Mistress
gets a short needle, and rubs the tip around the nipple; scratching it;
drawing a little blood. She is just teasing me. Finally, she squeezes the nipple,
and slides the needle right through it, out the other side, like a skewer.
I screech with the agony.Mistress sits back and looks at me. There is much
more to come, but she is in no hurry. She wants me to suffer. She laughs a
little. I weep a lot. After a while, she slowly and deliberately repeats the
process on my other tit. I go back to screaming for the whole time."You are a
bit indisposed at the moment", Mistress says, "So, I'll serve myself".
She climbs off me, pours herself a glass of port, sits in a chair by the bed,
and sips it, slowly. Meanwhile, I lie in agony, trying not to move. The pain
is not so bad if I am still, but breathing causes the long needle's tips to
move slightly inside me, which hurts a lot. I can't stop whimpering
softly.Finally, after ages, Mistress gets up, and briskly strips herself nude. "Fun
time is over. I'm really going to hurt you now", she says. The bitch, she
is rubbing it in. By far the worst is still to come. There are two short
needles left, and a tiny one. I know what she is going to do with them. I
whimper with fear.I did not want to crack, but I cannot help it - I begin
begging. "Please Mistress, please. Don't do this". Mistress is enjoying this. She
likes it when I beg. That's how she knows she's really hurting me." Don't
be silly sweetie. You know I like it. And that's all that counts", she
replies. I continue to beg, but she just ignores me. Being a no-limits slave, I
don't have a safe-word. Nor do I have any bargaining power. I can't offer
Mistress anything she does not already have, for she already owns me
completely. I am utterly helpless; totally at her mercy.Involuntarily, I pull my
knees together as much as I can, to protect myself. It does no good at all.
With my ankles cuffed six feet apart, my bald, red cunt is fully exposed and
vulnerable. Mistress just climbs on and sits astride me with her own knees on
mine. She grabs a large slice of labial skin, puts the cork end of the
needle into my cunt, and pushes the needle out, sliding the shaft all the way
through till the point is outside. I jump enough to buck her. My yell is surely
loud enough to overcome the rain's sound - not that I care.I'm in a daze
of pain. In the background, I hear Mistress chuckling. The fourth needle goes
into my other cunt flap. This time, I don't feel it much. The pain just
merges with all the others.Mistress climbs off, and returns to her port. Her
tortures are served slowly. She waits. For how long? Who knows. I'm
semi-conscious, at best, alternating between gasping and bawling.Suddenly, Mistress is
on top of me again. In my stupor, I had not noticed her move. "Wake up
sweetie", she says. "You would not want to miss the best bit". I feel the tip
of the last needle pricking me just below my clit. Suddenly, I'm fully awake
again. The final needle is the cruelest. It's such a short, thin shaft. Who
would think it could cause such grief. The rain outside is coming down in
torrents.Without further warning, Mistress buries the last needle into my
clit. I shriek uncontrollably, then quickly pass into semi-consciousness again. I
'm little aware of my surroundings, my Mistress and even my tortured
breasts. All that matters is the searing agony in my cunt. I'm thrashing my hips
up and down to try to relieve it, and bawling my eyes out. It does little
good.It seems like ages, but is likely only a few minutes until the pain drops
to a more bearable level. I calm down to a whimper. Mistress is still
sitting on me. She slaps my cheeks, then leans forward so that her tits are in my
face. I slip one of her swollen, hard, purple nipples into my mouth. I roll
my tongue around it. But not for long. After just a few seconds, Mistress
pulls back and forces the other breast into my gasping mouth. She is just
playing, really. She needs no more foreplay, for her arousal has come from my
pain. I can smell her sexual excitement. Quickly, she moves forward and sits
down on my face, with her cunt pressing into my mouth. That shuts up my
moaning, at least. I waggle my tongue as fast as I can. It does not take long -
just a few seconds and Mistress is cumming. She shouts with joy as she
jiggles her cunt in my mouth. I push my tongue into her as much as I can, to keep
it on her clit. It isn't easy, but I must do it - I don't want a harsh
punishment-whipping as well.My face is dripping with my tears and the juice of
Mistress' cunt. My own cunt is dripping even more - and not with blood. Even
through the blurry veil of tears I can see in the mirror that there is no
doubt about my masochism - my glistening red pubes and erect nipples put my
own sexual needs blatantly on display.Now that she has taken her pleasure,
Mistress extracts the shafts that pierce me. They slip out easily; first the
tits; then the labia. As each one is drawn, it provides some relief from the
pain, but does little to dampen my sexual ardor."Ready, sweetie", Mistress
asks. It amuses her to watch me cum from her torture. Not that she could stop
what is about to happen anyway. As she slips the clit needle out, the
relief turns the searing pain from suffering to pleasure; I cum instantly and
heavily. While I writhe around in pain and pleasure, Mistress laughs at me.As I
finish my climax, Mistress wriggles a finger on my now very tender clit,
and I have another short, sharp orgasm. When it finishes, Mistress repeats the
finger rub, and I repeat the cumming. Then she does it again. Each time, I
get less pleasure and more pain from my poor, burning clit. Of course
mistress is not doing it for my pleasure, but for hers. After five or six times,
she stops. Perhaps she can see that I am spent, or perhaps she is
bored.Mistress unshackles me from the bed and tells me that I will sleep with her
tonight. Thankfully, I crawl into bed with her. I slip my arm around her and
nuzzle her neck with my lips, to show her my love. Mistress does not mind. "I'm
looking forward to tomorrow night", she says. "It looks like
rain.

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