[Fiction] My Stupid Boyfriend

[Slave_E]

When your remote partner tries to connect, you will see a popup window. You can always stop receiving the command by simply closing the window

Me: Hello Master!

BF: My slut, you are fast. I open my laptop - and there you are. What do you want?

Me: I am so happy to see you, Sir. I want to thank you for being online. Thank you for talking to me, even if I'm tired and drunk and I need to pee.... Talkin' to you is so nice...

BF: Why do you want to talk to me?

Me: As I said. It's always a pleasure to see you and to hear your voice.

BF: Fine, fine, you are a good girl. But it's late and I'm tired – why do you want to talk to me ?

Me: Just to hear your voice, Sir.

BF: You must have a reason.... You called me, after all...

Me: Ohhh Sir. I'm so sorry... I thought... You might be interested.... At least you have been... I could tell you about my online experiences, Sir?

BF: Why should I be interested in that? In the middle of the night?

Me: Oh please Sir!... Listen to me! I will keep you amused... I'm sure...

BF: I'm not so sure, girl. But I see you are naked and in your slave position. And your room is well lit and your windows are open. Are you cold?

Me: Yes, Sir

BF: I see. Your nipples are hard and you have goose bumps. Too bad you are cold. I had hoped you might be aroused...

Me: But I am, Sir! The vibe is inside me and it was buzzing away for hours and I'm not allowed to move and my whole body hurts and it's freezing cold and I can't cum and I need some release...

BF: Calm down, slut. I do not like that attitude. Fold your hands behind your head and do not move. Present your perky nipples.

Me: Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. You are so graceful, Sir

BF: You have the vibe inside? And it is on?

Me: Yes, Sir.

BF: On slow speed? How long?

Me: Slow speed, Sir, for more than two hours...

BF: Oh good. You can be obedient after all. Have you installed the "Remote Pleasure" program?

Me: Yes, Sir. Installed, but not tested, Sir.

BF: OK. I can do that...

ME: OMG, SIR.... YEAH! It works!... I feel it... Sooo good... Ohhhh.... Why did you turn it down, Sir? Pleeeeze...

BF: Do not give me your "pleeezeses..." I do what I want.

Me: You surely do, Sir.

BF: Don't be cheeky... Tell me about your online experiences.

Me: You really want to know, Sir? As said, I have no experience with real-life masters. But I have had online masters...

BF: I know that you are not experienced with real-life masters. If you were, I would not have to listen to all your crap....

Me: Ooooohhhhhh..... you turned it up again, Sir....

BF: Yes, I did, slut. Don't you like it?

Me: As if that would matter. You'd do it anyway, Sir. But yes, I like it.

BF: You're welcome.

Me: Can you do it again, Sir? Move it up, Sir? Please....

BF: Maybe later. Go on first. Tell me more...

Me: I started browsing sex sites when I was 15. I looked for porn and for kinky stories, but I was really introduced to BDSM I in the spring of 2012, after my 18th birthday. By my first master. He called himself Robert, was 46 and from Trenton, New Jersey. He was into cam slaves. He spent most of his time on Chatroulette, talking young girls into showing their pussies and doing all kind of lewd things for him. I will never know why he kept me as his slave, as I stubbornly refused to do cam. I think he liked my reports. He showed me some videos, from his Chatroulette sessions – really humiliating stuff... Ooohh!... Sir!... Please!... Yes! Yes! Yes!.... please..... do not stop... please.....

BF: Do you like it?

Me: Of course, Sir... please.... Thank you, Sir!... It feels good... I'm so horny, Sir... Please, let me cum....

BF: No! Not yet. Go on. Tell me more.

Me: We chatted on Skype, Sir. Text only. He was married, so he could not be online during the day. For me, this meant I had to stay up late. I had to stay up really late to talk to him! I think he liked the idea of having a long-term teenage slave girl in Europe - I was just 18, then! His Chatroulette sluts were only on/off affairs.... Girls for one night...

BF: What's so bad about that?

Me: Ohhh please!... Sir!.... NO!... Why do you stop all the time?....

BF: To see your stupid face, slut... Why else?

Me: Robert introduced me to Omegle. I liked it and spent a lot of time talking to complete strangers. Robert also introduced me to online whoring. I had to give "whore" as my interest, talk to horny guys and - make them cum. I emailed him the protocols of these sessions. He got off on it. Some nights I had to do 10 guys before I was allowed to go to bed. He left me at around 4 am my time and I did spend another 2 hours with 10 horny strangers. More, if there were some I could not talk into cumming. If I was lucky I went to bed at 6am. Only to get up at 7am to go to school. Obviously this did not work. It was too intense, I could not stay up every night...

[Slave_E]

BF: Why did you not stay up for him every night? I'd like you to stay up for me all night!

Me: I'm sure you would, Sir! And you do it right now, Sir...

BF: What does this mean?... You are with me, slut, so time should be of no concern to you....

Me: Ohhhh! Sir..... PLEEEEZE!

BF: You disagree?

Me: No, no, Sir. With you, time is of no concern! It's about the vibe. Please do not switch it off.... Oh my... This stop and go drives me crazy...

BF: You want it at full speed? You wanna cum? Ok. You get it...

Me: OHHHHHHHHHH....

BF: That's enough... I wanna know more...

Me: Ouch.... Yeah... Next one was a very nice 23 year old girl from Galway. Maeve was a switch, but I talked her into being my mistress. She told me that her name meant “She who intoxicates”, and she lived up to that name. I fell for her. She wanted to controlled everything. My orgasms, my underwear, my clothing, my makeup - even my behavior. She wanted me to be a complete slut. She wanted me to please guys and girls. She wanted me to be as submissive and approachable as possible.

I was not allowed to touch my pussy, not even for peeing. I had to pee standing up without wiping me off. And she wanted me to be aroused all the time, so I had to play with my tits and my ass as often as I could. I did it in the morning, in the evening, under the shower.... The only time I was allowed to touch my pussy was in public. She wanted me to sit in a coffee shop or in the train, finger my pussy and bring me to an edge. I had to do that at least three times per day - she wanted me to be really horny. My only chance to have an orgasm was when I masturbated while people were watching. And I had to talk to these people! She wanted me to get used to cum talking to strangers...

She also controlled my clothing. I was not allowed to wear a bra any more. And I had to do without panties most of the time. While wearing jeans or trousers or shorts, no panties at all, and under skirts only thongs. Very skimpy thongs. She wanted me to look slutty. And she wanted me to act slutty. She ordered me to accept any drink I was offered. She even told me to ask for drinks. She seemed to believe that being drunk I would be an easy prey....

I have to admit that I loved it, but after a few weeks with me she met a real life guy who wanted to dominate HER and she ditched me to move in with him. What a pity! I still love her.... Ohhhh... Sir! Please... Don't do that! Don't turn it off! I need it so much!

BF: Nobody wants to know that... You are a slut, full stop. A pretty face and three holes....

Me: Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir. I am nothing but a slut, Sir. You know me .... Ohhhh... Don't stop! Pleeeezze...

BF: Good. I love a slave who knows her place....

Me: Another time I had a master from Christchurch, but he was only interested in shoving things up my ass. What I liked was that he wanted me to be available at all times. It turned me on that I had to get up for him in the middle of the night. He made me wait – just as you do - and then he expected me to stretch my ass and chat with him for hours.

BF: Nice.... Go on...

Me: OHHHH.... SIR! Thank you Sir!... GO ON, Pleeeze... You are so cruel, Sir... I was lost as soon as he found out that it turned me on to stay up late. Especially if I was drunk and horny. He ordered me to edge during the day, without being allowed to cum, and to drink vodka waiting for him. I had never before been soo drunk all the time. It was humiliating. But at the same time it was extremely HOT.... Ohhh... please... SIR!

BF: You like it, don't you? Go on....

Me: I had a slave, 32, married, from Poland. His wife did not share his kinks. He was into spanking and wanted to be punished all the time. It was nice but in the end not really satisfying. At least not for me. But I liked his reports....

BF: What else?

Me: Oh, there is Ben. He's still my master. At least he thinks he's my master. Only I know that you're my Master, Sir... OMG... It's so confusing...

BF: Who's Ben?

Me: He was one of my very early online masters. I had not been in touch with him for months, and suddenly, in November, he came back. He sent me an email, told me he had seen my posts on GD and asked how I am... Since then, we have been exchanging mails. I have been teasing him and he has been teasing me. He is a switch, same as me, so some days he controls me and some days I control him. It's fun to send him up and I admit that I love to flirt with him.

BF: What do you do for him?

Me: Mmmmm... nothing grave. He says, for example, that I have to make myself cum and wet my panties. And once my panties are nice and wet I have to hang them in my apartment, in very odd places. He made me do that weeks ago and they are still hanging around. If you look over to the heating, you can see two of them. And on my table, there's another one. It turns me on, but at the same time it is very humiliating. Especially when I have visitors...

[MrCharcol]

Hi Slave E

Thank you for another hot up date I like the fact that Ben is coming back into the story. I like the fact that you both switch and flirt with each other. How is Stupid going to take it?

yours

Mr Charcol

[Slave_E]

Originally Posted by Ben

I have not heard from you for a long time, my young German slut. Maybe you need a new challenge to be reminded of your old friend and Master. Here it is:

I want you to wear a very short dress and sexy panties. I want you to bring your toys in a hand bag and seek out a public restroom. Once you are in the stall you will remove your dress and panties. Hang your dress over something and put your panties in your mouth. You will use your toys to make yourself cum. I don't want this to be a quick and easy orgasm. I want your pussy to be begging for release.

Dear Ben, I'm so sorry – I have been so thoughtless. But I'm still your girl and I did your task...

I put all my toys in a bag and went to a mall I know has restrooms ideally suited for tasks such as yours. On the second floor they have a very big public restroom, two rows of 8 stalls each, crowded most of the time. Grumpy bluehairs, exasperated mothers, crying brats and giggling teenagers, impatiently hopping from one foot to the other, their thumbs busy with their smart phones, all waiting for a door to open. The stalls have cardboard walls, on stilts, so everybody has a clear view of at least the occupant's feet, and maybe a lot more, as there are conspicuous gaps between the door and the walls.

I patiently waited for my turn, smiled whenever somebody took notice of my short dress and at the same time I felt my mouth getting dry and my throat balling up. I did not know if I was able to get through with your task. Just when I was thinking, "Do I really want to do this?" the door in front of me opened and a little girl came out, her knickers down, her dress held up, and cried, "Mommy, I'm done!" I gave way for the mother, waited until she had wiped the girl clean and sneaked into the stall.

Inside I took a deep breath and stripped naked. I was tempted to let my dress fall down elegantly, but the floor was so dirty with water, pee and soaked toilet paper that I did shy away. Instead I hung it on the door handle, took my thong off and stuffed it in my mouth. I gagged when I tasted my own juices. My mouth was so dry. Not knowing what to do, but not wanting to back down either, I placed my bag on the toilet seat and rummaged through my toys. I found the anal beads and squatted down to insert them. A big mistake, as it did not go unnoticed. Outside I heard whispering voices and a few muffled laughs.

This made me restive and stubborn. I proudly inserted my bullet vibe and turned it to full speed. I was shocked when I heard the noise. All the people in the restroom must have heard it! Everybody must be aware of the things going on in my stall! I had drawn too much attention and now I was watched.

I panicked. I turned the vibe off and stopped breathing. Yes, there were people outside. But nobody knocked on my door. Nobody said anything. I could only hear toilets flushing, water running, doors clapping, mothers scolding their children and the silvery laugh of young girls.

I sat down, trying to bring my feet in an unsuspicious position, and turned the vibe up again. Very slowly. I was not sure if I was still horny. I was terrified.

After one or two minutes of the vibe buzzing away in my pussy, I resumed breathing. At the same time I realized that this would lead to nothing. I would never cum on medium speed. I would have to be bold or go home. I stood up and pushed the remote to full power. I listened to the vibe humming, pinched my nipples and tugged at the anal beads. The thong in my mouth initiated the production of saliva and was soon soaked. I tried to swallow, but without success. Spittle leaked out of the corners of my mouth, ran down my neck and reached my tits. I felt thoroughly humiliated, standing naked in a room full of people, visible to everyone who cared to peek into my stall. I had my panties in my mouth, my ass was filled with the anal beads, and my cunt was at the mercy of a vibe. AND IT TURNED ME ON!

I switched the vibe off. I knew that I was not expected to have a quick and easy orgasm. But in the ensuing silence I realized that there was some commotion outside. I heard people talk and saw sneaker clad feet gathering in front of my stall. The voices became louder and the laughs became contagious. I peeked through the gap between the door and the wall - and a group of bratty young teenagers stared back. Unashamedly.

That was enough. I switched the vibe to full speed, stood straight with my legs spread, massaged my tits with one hand and my clit with the other – and did not cum. I could not. I was close but when it occurred to me that I would never get out of this stall unnoticed - WOSH! I was back to zero. OMG! This was crazy! I tried to relax and to concentrate at the same time. My juices were flowing, my cunt was well supplied with blood, my muscles were tense – but my mind was not with it. I could have cried. I wanted to cum. My body longed for it. I was desperate for an orgasm. And I could not!

And that was it. I submitted to the humiliation. I thought of you, Master Ben and what you would think of me. I thought of the young sluts outside and that I could teach them a lesson. I was the biggest slut of them all. I wanted to cum and I needed to cum and pleeeeze...... I did cum. I bent forward, grabbed the anal beads and pulled them out. Slowly. Each knot meant another orgasm...

I had to sit down. My knees were trembling. I took a deep breath and yanked the thong out of my mouth. It was soaked. I did not want to pull it on, so I used it to wrap up the anal beads. A good move, as they were soiled. I also extracted the vibe. Both toys went back into my hand bag. I stood up and donned my dress. When I opened the door I was greeted by a round of applause. All the kids gathered in front of my stall, were grinning and giggling and pushing each other. And staring at me. I blushed and realized that I was caught by a group of chirpy teenagers who did not want me to leave the restroom. At first I did not know what to do, but then I braced up, smiled and used brute force to thrust my way through the crowd. It was not easy. Their little hands were all over me, tugging at my dress, pulling my hair, and - I swear – touching my ass. I fled through the door and reached the elevator before them. The door closed just in time. I rode up, cut accross to the moving stairs, went down again and disappeared in a bar.

I ordered some sparkling wine. I needed to come down before I was able to go home...

[Slave_E]

I stood at the bar. Every guy in the restaurant stared at my naked back. I had on 7 inch heels and a cotton spandex jersey scoop back tank dress in asphalt grey. Nothing else. Just what the BF had asked me to wear. He has a list of all my dresses, with pictures, and for tonight, he had picked this one.

I must have been a feast for the eyes – at least for the hungry eyes of the guys in my back.

I took a sip and opened my purse. The BF had ordered me to bring a bright pink thong and a matching bra and to keep both on top of the other things in my purse. To get my wallet out, I had to place both on the counter. The barkeeper smiled. I produced a 10 € bill and said nonchalantly "Keep the change." This was a generous tip for a glass of champagne, but I thought a sympathetic barkeeper might come in handy. Later. You never know with the BF....

[Slave_E]

"Did you bring the egg?" He looked at me. I blushed. I have no idea why I blush whenever he talks to me. I said, "Yes, Sir" and started to rummage through my purse, "Here it is." And I showed him. He smirked. "Give me the remote!" I did and he turned the egg on. It made a distinct, clearly audible sound. I looked around. Who was listening? The buzz's pitch changed. The BF was testing different settings. I whispered, "Sir, please..." but he did not hear me. He switched the egg off and said in a loud voice, "That's enough for now, don't you think, slut? I do not want to put everybody on guard... " He placed the egg on the table and pushed it towards me. "Put it in, slut... " I froze. "Here?" He grinned. "Yes. Of course. Why not?"

A girl in yoga pants, a tight shirt and a long apron came over and asked, "May I take your orders, Sir?" Looking at the BF. He played with the egg, moved it from one hand to the other, hesitated. The girl followed his moves. A faint smile curled her lips. The BF stopped and said "Yes, we'd like to." He put the egg down and looked up. "I'll take the steak. With fries. And a house salad. And a glass of wine. A dry red - The Rioja. And a bottle of mineral water. Yes, sparkling." The girl turned to me but before I could say anything the BF interfered, "My young friend here does not want to eat. She will only drink a Mai Thai..."

I looked at him incredulously. "What the hell...." But he hushed me. "Shhhh... Wait... It will do you good. I want you to stay skinny. And you will get nicely drunk after a few Mai Thais on your empty stomach." He took the egg with two fingers and presented it to me. "Take it. Spread your legs. Slide it in. Now!"

I looked around and found that nobody looked. Except the young waitress. What the hell.. I took the egg, spread my legs, opened my pussy lips an shoved it in, using my index finger to make sure that it went in really deep. I did not want it to fall out, with me wearing no panties... It was buzzing before I could close my legs. It must have been it's highest setting. Fast vibrations filled my body. And oscillated my brain.

Two Mai Thais later I was in anguish. I knew the BF wanted to tell me something important, but I had difficulties to understand. Blood was rushing through my veins and strange sounds impaired my hearing. All during the dinner he had waited for me to be only seconds before an orgasm in plain view of all the people in the restaurant, and each time he had laid his fork and knife aside and turned the egg off at the last possible moment. Each time it had knocked the breath out of me. It was like falling in a deep hole. He had such a perfect timing!

He noticed my condition. He knew me so well. He turned the vibe down to medium speed. Enough to make me horny, not enough to make me cum. "Listen, slut. I want your full attention. If I like your answers, I might let you cum. From our last session I know all about your online acquaintances... Now I want you to tell me about your real life Mistress..." I must have looked mystified, as he increased the speed of the egg. He raised his hand, beckoned the waitress and said, "Don't you remember your stint as a sex slave at Laura's Gallery?" I was taken aback. "I'm no sex slave... or.. yes... of course, I am, but only to YOUR! And only because I'm blackmailed! What the hell..." He put a finger to my lips and said, "Hush, little Miss Loudmouth! You want to make me happy, don't you? You love me and you'd do everything for me, wouldn't you? Out of your own free will, isn't it?" He smirked. My breath quickened, I clenched my fists and my legs trembled. The egg was at full speed and I felt the first cramps of an approaching orgasm. "Ohhh... Sir, I do. Yes. Please. Let me cum... Believe me...." Falling into the hole one more time.

The waitress stood at our table. The BF took my hand and said, "You are so sweet, Honey. You're sure you want another Mai Thai?" I knew what he expected, so I said, "Yes, Dear. Let's celebrate. I love you so much." And I leaned over and kissed him.

He embraced me and prolonged the kiss. Using a lot of tongue. When he let go, he looked up to the waitress and said, "You heard it. Another Mai Thai for the lady! And I'd love to have an espresso... and a Grappa... and the check, please..."

When the girl was gone, he took my head in both hands, made me look in his eyes and said, "I am your Master and you must do what I want. That's for sure and you know it. But life would be boring if you had only me to listen to. A slut like you can serve many Masters. And Mistresses! I want you to stay in touch with all of your online acquaintances.... But with a difference. A very slight but very important difference. From now on, you will not be able to refuse anything. You have no limits. You will simply obey... And I want you to get in touch with Laura..."

The girl was back with the Mai Thai, the espresso, the Grappa and the check. He nodded at me and said, "I'm sure they will accept your new card, Honey. Why don't you use it?" The bastard. He'd found a way to make me pay and to humiliate me at the same time, implying that he had given me a credit card.

I added a tip, signed and felt the vibe come alive. "Drink, slut..." He pushed the glass towards me, I sucked on the straw and listened. "Just to make sure that your are an obedient little slut, I want you to give me the passwords to all of your accounts. GD, KT, Facebook, Twitter, Skype, e-mail – whatever you have. Do not think I'm distrustful - I just want to want to be a part of your life. And yes, I want you to be on Skype all the time. 7/24. I want to see you at all hours, even in the bathroom, or when your sleep..."

I did not hear him. I was lost in the buzz of the vibe. I was over the edge. I had one of the strongest orgasms I have ever had. And it did not stop. I just kept cuming...

[Slave_E]

Originally Posted by Ben

My young German slut, I'm pleased that I still figure in your life! Here is your next dare. I want you to imagine me standing before you naked. What would you do?

"I enter a standard motel room, brown, beige, bright wood. The curtains are half drawn, but the windows are open. Outside is an empty parking lot. I see a few cars in the far off corner, hiding from the sun, huddling together in the shadow of the next building. Inside a big ceiling fan circles slowly. Sun rays create a center of light in the middle of the room, illuminating a great looking man, head shaved, well built and strong as hell. It's you. You are naked.

I get on my knees. I'm so glad to be here. I know my place. I know my duties. You want me to suck your cock. No questions asked, nothing to talk about, just your cock. I'm shivering in anticipation, as I've been for days, waiting for this. My clothes are scattered all over the porch. I can see them, through the still open door. I did not have the presence of mind to close it.

A TV set blurts, "The Rays score a run in the bottom of the first inning while forcing Buchholz to throw 29 pitches." I look up and get lost in your bright green eyes. I crawl towards you and touch your dick. Gently. Carefully. You avert your gaze, look at the ball game. You are well endowed, down there, and you know it. You can be proud of your dick. You've got what a slut needs...

"B.J. Upton follows with a single to put runners at first and third..." The game is in my ears, but you are in my mouth. My tongue caresses the sensitive spot right below the head. As soon as you're hard, I grab your butt cheeks with both hands and stuff your cock deep into my throat. You moan. The TV blurts, "Scott hits a hard grounder that appears to be destined for the corner in right field. But Fielder makes a diving stop and records the out unassisted..."

I see the reflection of the game in your beautiful green eyes. I choke on your dick, but you are transfixed by the game. Then, without warning, you come alive. You grab my hair and fuck my face. I struggle to remain calm, but you are fucking me so ruthlessly that I have to fight for air. I flinch, gag, try to withdraw. No chance. Your big, mighty cock blocks my throat. To make it worse, you pinch my nose. I can't breathe. I open my mouth even wider, but I only get more cock.

"Buchholz walks Ben Zobrist, who steals second to put runners at first and third. But Buchholz gets Brooks Conrad to ground out to the mound to get out of the inning..." Not being able to breathe and with your gigantic cock clogging my throat, I'm about to faint. Your dick grows even bigger. You shiver, twitch and with one last thrust, gallons of hot, salty cum fill my mouth. I swallow, in the hope to get some air. You retract and I take a deep breath. Sticky cum is dripping down my chin. "Jennings made a great diving catch to end the top of the third inning..."

I look up, into your eyes. You are back with the game. But you smile. I'm proud. I'm happy. Your dick gets soft. It is so cute. I take it in my mouth and suck it dry."

[MrCharcol]

Another Hot Story by Slave_E, you write so well. How lucky Ben and BF are. I just want to give you feed back as I know a lot of others read your stories but no one has commented for a while please keep writing, your fantasies turn me on so much.

[Slave_E]

Originally Posted by Master

Team Viewer works fine, thank you. Having access to all of your files is a nice addition to keeping tab on you via Skype. And I'm intrigued by your messages. Trust me, a slut like you does not need any privacy. So, from now on, you are not allowed to delete anything any more. Leave your mail on the server and keep all of your text messages ready for inspection. I liked it when I saw that you've texted Laura and I liked her reply. Do you really want to see her again?

Laura had told me to be at her place at exactly 23:09. I knew it would take me at least 35 minutes to go there and I was adding the finishing touches to my make-up when the BF turned up on Skype. "Hi, slut! I really like that dress. So tight and so flimsy... Did you buy it especially for Laura? She will love it. It does not show much skin, but it strongly underlines the fact that you're not wearing any underwear. And it beautifully displays your nipples. So please.... take it off!"

I blurted out, "Why do you want that, Sir?" I had not expected him to show up. I was used to having my laptop with me and him being online most of the time, but I was pretty sure that he did not observe me all of the time. I should have known better. He was interested in my doings with Laura. I added a lame, "I'm so sorry, Sir! I'm just running late...." but I knew when I said it that it did not make my reply sound less offensive.

And he was pissed off. "It's none of your business why I want something. Just obey!" He had me. I stripped and turned towards the screen. "That's better." He smiled. "I like your nipples. And tonight I want them to be perky. Get some clothespins, you know, those new, really tight ones, and squeeze your nipples. Make them hurt. Enjoy the pain. I want them alive and kicking for the rest of the evening! I want them so that the soft touch of your dress alone makes them stick out."

I knew the clothespins he wanted. He had told me about them and instructed me to buy some. They were really strong. Tough clamps with heavy duty springs. To be used with heavy pieces of clothing, on windy days. They would squish my nipples and make me feverish all night. I knew. He had made me do it before.

"Do you want me to take them off and put them on again several times, Sir?" He smirked. "How did you know?" His smirk looked decidedly evil. I found it hard to keep a smiling face. If I kept the clamps on, the pain would get numbing and subside sooner or later. But if I had to repeat the procedure, my nipples would not have the time to adjust and the pain would grow with every take-it-off-put-it-on. I knew what he was after.

I went to the roof terrace, came back with clamps on my nipples and presented my body. He smiled. "Good girl. As you have the clamps on, you may finish your make-up." I turned to the mirror and did my best to trace a decent lip contour. "Oh, Sweetie, there's something else you should know..." I looked up and drew a wrong line. "Upps, sorry, did not want to disturb you, but as you are interrupted, please remove the clamps..." I pulled them off and stifled a cry. He grinned. "Thank you, Sweetie. That was cute. Now go on, paint your lips..." The blood filling my tortured nipples made it hard for me to fill the lip contour with due diligence, but I was almost finished when I heard him say, "Sorry sweetie, it's time for the clamps again... And while they are on, please put some of the lip gloss on your pussy lips. I want them to shine too..." I spread my legs, bent forward, suffered the clamps dangling from my tits and painted my inner lips in bright pink and my outer lips in transparent gloss. "Oh Sweetie, I like that. But I do not like it that all of your lips are now the same color. I'd rather have your mouth in bright red." I turned to the camera, shook my head and pointed to my already painted lips. He was unfazed. I knew it was useless. He did not want me to look good. I gave up, fetched a bright red lipstick and painted over my already painted lips. "No, no, Sweetie, not so fast. Remove the clamps first...."

I looked in the mirror. My eyes were smudged, my lips were painted way to big, my tits bore bright red marks and my pussy shimmered in various shades of pink....

I put on the dress, added trainers and my olive trench, and, carrying my high heels in a shopping bag, left the apartment. Hoping I would make it to Laura's place in time.

[MrCharcol]

Thank you another great post. Mmmm your stories make me horny, thank you.

I cant be the only fan reading these, what do others think of Slave_E's story?

[Slave_E]

I took the S5 to Strausberg Nord and changed at Ostkreuz. The S8 to Zeuthen crosses the Spree south-east of Elsenbrücke. I caught a glimpse of "Else", the new open-air offshot of the famous "Wilde Renate", got off the train at Treptower Park, walked down Elsenstrasse and turned right on Puschkin Alle. After a few blocks I reached an intersection and turned right on Eichenstrasse. The trees to my left gave way to bleak industrial buildings. I entered a small alleyway leading to the "Club der Visionäre", opened the door to an old factory building, went upstairs and stood on the landing to Laura's loft.

I opened the bag and grabbed the heels. I took the trainers off and stowed them away. I put the heels on and doffed the trench. I rang the bell.

Nothing. No sound. I rang again. A key turned, slowly. The door opened just enough to reveal a disturbingly beautiful face that belonged to a girl not much older then 13. She had a mass of red curly hair, lots of freckles, small hands, a slender body, bare feet. Her very short, very lacy and very see through dress made her look like a wicked fairy. She gave me a serene smile and said, "Hello Emily! So nice to see you... I'm Claudine." I returned her smile and went in.

She took my trench and my bag and disappeared. I looked around. The big door leading to the loft was still closed, but I thought I heard muffled voices. One of the small doors opened and I turned around. It was Claudine, holding a black scarf. She smiled reassuringly, stood on tiptoes and covered my eyes. "I'm so sorry, Emily, but Laura insists on you wearing a blindfold." I noticed her body odor. She smelled good. Astonishingly sexy....

There were steps, then Laura's voice. "You are still wearing the slave collar?" A shiver run down my spine. It was not a question. It was an observation. Barely audible I uttered, "You know that I can't take it off.." and added, "As you have the key." My voice died away. I could hardly breathe. She laughed. "It's not a key. It's an allen wrench."

She seized me by the arm and spun me around. " You look great! So good to see you..." Her voice had lost nothing of her ability to make me feel warm and wet. "You will like my surprise...."

There was a creaking noise. Claudine opened the big door. Laura pushed me forward. "Just go in, Emily. You will enjoy it..."

I took some tentative steps and crossed the threshold. The air inside was hot and heavily scented. I recognized candles, joss sticks, marijuana. I tilted my head and listened attentively, trying to visualize the big room, when I felt a presence very close by. As if somebody had come up and would stand right in front of me. My neck hair got erected. There was fast breathing, soft rustling, and then there were hands on my butt and lips on my mouth and I was given a wet, slurpy kiss.

I recognized the taste. It was Nadia. I flung my arms around her, snuggled, cuddled, comforted and hugged, sucked her tongue in and got lost in a tight embrace...

It took her a long time to step back. I tried to remove the blindfold, but she said, "Shhhh....!" and stopped me. Her hands were all over my body. She touched my tits and squeezed my nipples. I stiffened. Her hands progressed to my back and wandered down to my buttocks. I tried to touch her as well, but she evaded. "No, no... Do not move.... Just fold your hands behind your neck... "

I stood with my hands behind my neck, my breasts thrust out, my legs hip-width apart, and felt her hands sliding down my thighs, circling my knees, moving up under the hem of my dress. She pulled the dress up until she could play with my pussy. I moaned and tried to comply with her probing fingers. I was so hot that I barely noticed the echoing moans. But then I froze. I was not alone. There were people in the room. Nadia's hand disappeared. My dress fell down. My arms hung limply by my sides. I heard whispers, a suppressed laughter.

Nadia was behind me. She grabbed my wrists and whispered, "Do not worry... It's ok..." I felt small hands on my tits. Pinching the nipples through the clingy fabric of the dress. Pulling the dress away from my skin. I heard a swooping sound and the dress bounced back. Tiny fingers touched a naked tit. A soft tongue licked an elongated and erect nipple. I was not covered any more...

Before I could process what was going on, the dress was pulled away again. I heard another swooping sound and both nipples were exposed. Little by little my dress was cut away by a sharp scissor!

Nadia was still securing my arms. Small hands were joined by bigger and stronger ones. Impatient hands rubbed my clit through the soft fabric of my dress. Greedy hands plucked at my dress. Hungry hands cut off big chunks of my clothing. Desirous hands touched my naked skin, invaded my private parts...

Nadia let go of my arms, touched my lips and whispered, "Please open your mouth..." I obeyed and felt something cold and hard between my teeth. It tasted like metal. I knew what it was: a ring gag.

Hands grabbed my arms. Cuffs closed around my wrists, stretched them up, secured them to some hooks. Other cuffs closed around my ankles, forcing me to stand spread-eagle in the middle of the room. Nadia was gone.

Cold hands were all over my body, cutting away more and more of my dress, torturing my nipples, pinching my clit, opening my pussy, stretching my butt hole. Somebody grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. Somebody else poured a strange liquid into my wide open mouth. It was sparkling wine. The bubbles went up my nose and I could not breathe. I swallow and coughed at the same time. A vibe was inserted into my pussy and buzzed away on high speed. Anal beads were painfully crammed into my tight butt. A sweet but strong cocktail was poured into my mouth. I gagged. A rude hand pressed my nose shut. I did not want to swallow, but I had to. I chocked it down desperately while other hands fastened hard, edgy nipple clamps onto my tits. Sticky liquid was all over my body, between my breasts, down my back, between my legs, on my thighs. Eager hands spread it all over my body. Eager tongues licked it off my skin. Rude hands let go of my nose. I tasted pure vodka. I gave up...

Somehow I have a faint memory of multiple orgasms. But I'm not sure. I can only remember that I was brought back to consciousness by sweet Nadia. I was lying in a limp heap on the floor. She uncuffed me, removed the gag and offered me water. Lots of water. Sparkling water. I gulped it down thirstily, sat on the floor in the middle of Laura's big room and watched the rosy lights of an early sunrise coming in through the big east windows of Laura's loft. Nadia stroked my hair and whispered soothing words into my ears. My nipples were swollen and bruised, my pussy was sore and my ass hurt. Nadia grinned, "You look like you have been in an explosion at the yogurt factory." I looked down and saw what she meant. I was covered from head to toe with a smelly goo – more than one guy must have ejaculated onto my drunken and helpless body.

As soon as I was able to get up, Nadia led me to the big bath tub in the corner of the room. I climbed in and sat down and she used the shower head to clean me up. Water jets massaged my skin and Nadia's hands caressed my body. It felt good. When the goo was gone, Nadia sealed the outflow, filled the tub with hot water, added a lot of balmy bath salts, and joined me. Sitting behind me, she pulled me towards her and stroked my tits. I closed my eyes and concentrated on her soft hands. Slowly they moved down to my belly. I made it easy for her to reach my pussy...

[monkey725]

definitely worth the wait! keep it up

[pokerchamp119]

I'd just like to say how much I'm enjoying your story, the use of quotes, although a simple thing, I find makes it a lot easier and enjoyable to follow. Overall I think it's well written with a good plot.

Thanks and keep up the good work!

[Slave_E]

Originally Posted by Ben

I liked your story, my young German slut, and I'm pleased by the way you carry out my orders, but I'm not satisfied by the regularity, speed and accuracy of your reports. I think you are a lazy and negligent slave that needs some severe punishment! And here it is: Masturbate for at least one hour, cum as often as possible, but see that your bladder is full before you start. Drink a minimum of 150 oz before cumming! And yes, potty times should be different and slightly unusual too, especially when you are not in your apartment. Ideas I like would be to sit down backwards for peeing, or peeing in a men's urinal, or peeing in snow. Pee anywhere you shouldn't, in a bottle, from a very high spot, in a sink... Got it? I like my slave to be visible, uninhibited, horny and obedient...

Immediately after reading your message, I started to drink. During the night I drank 20 oz of cold sparkling water and another 10 oz when I got up. By then I needed to pee urgently. But I did not give in. I showered and had breakfast and only then did I sit on my toilet, facing the wall and spreading my legs. But still I did not pee - I masturbated. I had been horny all night and it did not take me long to reach an edge. I stopped in time, but then I needed to pee even more urgently. Thinking of you, I decided to dress first. I was in pain and my bladder was almost bursting, but I choose my outfit for the day very carefully. In addition to red hipsters I dressed in low rise jeans, red socks and grey Converse trainers. I added a white cami top, a low neckline red t-shirt and a black zipped-up hoodie. But I did not really zip it up – I wanted to show some cleavage. And you know that I still wear the slave collar!

Not having peed yet, I pressed my legs together while doing my make-up. I used black mascara, a dark red eye shadow, light red blusher and bright red lips.

Only then did I pull my jeans and panties down, standing with spread legs over the toilet seat, pressing my trousers against the front of the toilet seat, pulling my pussy lips apart and peed... very cautiously, as I did not want to wet my jeans....

It worked. I did not make a mess. I could pee standing up, like a man, hitting the target!

I took my backpack and left the apartment. It was cold. As soon as I arrived at the train station, I needed to pee again. The train station is very small, there are no public toilets and the train was to arrive soon – but I could not wait any longer. It would take some time to reach the university, and even if, I was sure, it would be populated a lot more. Here I was confronted by only four guys. Without further hesitation, I moved to the end of the platform, opened my jeans, pulled them down, squatted, and peed on the snow covered tarmac. I was still peeing, when the train arrived. Frantically I tried to stop my gush, pulled my trousers up and made it just in time. I was glad I had wetted my trousers only marginally.

In the train, I unpacked one of the two bottles I had in my backpack and gulped down at least one third of its content. I felt queasy and thoroughly watered inside.

Before noon, I had finished the second bottle. And I had only peed three times! For the first two, everything was fine. I had left during the lectures, so there were not so many people around, and I had dared to enter the men's restroom. Standing in front of an urinal, I had pulled my jeans and panties down and peed. I found it easier as with a standard toilet seat, as it was higher and thus closer to my piss hole. But the third time was different. I was happily peeing away when I heard the door open and two guys came in. They saw me and grinned, cooly opened their jeans, pulled out their cocks and peed in the urinals to my left and to my right. I saw them both staring at my pussy and I would have loved to stop, but I had drunk so much that it took me a long time to empty my bladder.

With no toilet tissue available at the men's urinals, and me not being able to shake the last drop off, my panties were moist when I went to have lunch. I ordered "Spaghetti Carbonara, e una Coca-Cola". A big one, 13 oz! I added a coffee latte - and needed to pee again. This time I went to the woman's restroom, entered one of the stalls, took off my sneakers, my socks, my jeans and my panties and stood on the toilet seat, facing the wall. I was so aroused that I masturbated until I heard the door. Somebody entered the restroom. I lowered my head, not wanting to be seen, stopped masturbating, took aim and started to pee. My piss-jet hit the floor before I was able to direct it to the interior of the toilet seat, by pulling at my pussy lips. When I was finished, I kneeled down and used toilet tissue to clean up. Only then did I get dressed again.

I needed my next pee as soon as I had downed the second bottle of water. Thinking of your suggestions, I left the building and went to a secluded part of the parking lot. At this time of the day there were not many people out there. I bared my pussy and tried to pee in the bottle. I did not have a funnel, but holding the bottle really close to my piss-hole, I managed to spill only a few drops. Carrying the bottle with hot pee in one hand, I went back to my work-group. I only put the bottle in my backpack when I had opened the door, on my way back to my seat.

The events of the day had made me quite horny. I decided to skip the train and have a beer at the station before going home. I ordered "Eine Halbe", meaning another 17 oz of cold liquid. I was halfway finished with it when one of my co-students, a really nice guy, entered the pub with some of his friends. They joined me, chatted me up and ordered more beer. Oh my god! There was no way to refuse. I had just drunk my second beer and wanted to go to the restrooms when I heard the train coming. Not wanting to drink another one, I skipped the restrooms and ran for the train.

Finally home I was drunk and horny and needed to pee very badly, but I decided to do your punishment first – you wanted me to do it while my bladder was full!

I stripped and turned the lights on, as it was dark outside. I have no curtains, so everybody living in a neighboring building on the same floor could see me. Being drunk, this turned me on no ends. I played with my pussy until I was dripping wet. I used my juices to insert my anal beads and my bullet vibe. I switched the vibe on, put it to full speed and played with the anal beads. It did not help. I needed to pee even more. The lower parts of my body were in fire.

I laid down and rubbed my pussy. I had decided that I would edge 10 times, with one minute intervals, before being allowed to cum and that I was not allowed to pee before I had cum. So, legs wide open, I started to masturbate. And I found out that even if having to pee turned me on vehemently, it made it hard for me to cum. I had to pee so urgently that everything down there was hurting. I played with my needy pussy for a really long time before I managed to edge, even if the vibe was buzzing at high speed.

Edging and waiting one minute and edging again and waiting another minute took hours. Your dirty slut got hornier and hornier, but at the same time she needed to pee more and more. I managed to edge eight times (took me approx. 30 minutes) and then I could not hold it any more. No way to contain the golden liquid! I had to let loose. Piss squirted out of my piss-hole in a high arc, soaking me and, worst of all, my bed.

I tried to stop, but no chance. I continued to stroke my clit and was overwhelmed by an never-ending orgasm. I kept rubbing and stroking, my whole body was tensing up and in turmoil and I peed and came and peed even more and came again and finally I pulled the anal beads out, very slowly, and came again with each ball leaving my ass.

I did not move for a long time. Then I noticed a tickle down there. The vibe was still on and I was still horny. My pussy was so sensitive that I could not touch my clit. Desperate for another release, I fetched my butt plug and, laying down on my wet bed, brought my knees up to my tits, inserted the plug and started to fuck my ass. Long strokes to start with, then shorter ones, faster and faster. I thought I would burst, the plug was penetrating me deeper then I had ever dared before. After some minutes of fucking, I still needed to pee. Working the plug in and out violently, desperately trying to bring me to another orgasm, I let go of another splash. When I finally came, I was not sure if it was good or a bad. But it was the first time I had cum by anal stimulation alone.

I put all my bedclothes in the washing machine and put my futon on my drying rack. Today it's still wet. Last night I had to sleep on the floor. I hope tomorrow everything will be dry and cozy again..."

[MrCharcol]

Wow That is so hot, I love Watersports and that really hit home, If only I was not in denial I would be cumming as much as Slave_E did. What a hot Story to start the New year