Ly Ph's Preslumber Porn

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Written by Ly Ph as part of her pre-sleep ritual, she asked me to look it over and share it with y'all. She thinks I deserve an editor's credit, but I rally did very little, maybe just a hint of tidying here or there. Anyway, to the story!

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Laura was a fairly average girl: slightly taller and a tad heavier than she would like, but nothing of significance. The only exception to this was her affinity for BDSM stories, despite having no personal experience in anything of the sort. She had been talking to a mistress online and, after a few months of getting to know each other, had booked a trip meet this mistress, Sarah, in person.

They had arranged to meet at a Wetherspoons in Devon. Sarah had been kept waiting and, upon arrival, Laura was immediately captivated by Sarah's blue eyes and long, dark hair. The mistress wore a gothic, lolita-style black blouse with underbust corset and a black skirt with petticoat. Her high-heeled boots and black, patterned mesh tights simply accentuated her beauty. They began with a small meal and some chatting to alleviate some of Laura's nerves then headed to Sarah's place.

As they pulled up, Laura thought it was fairly bland and that you could never expect such a beauty to inhabit it. As they entered, she noted that the inside very much reflected the out; plain white walls with a minimalist decorating style. Sarah pointed Laura to the living room and went to make a drink as they hadn't had any at the pub and Laura was thirsty from the journey. As Laura drank, Sarah began talking about how excited she was to finally meet and how she could not wait to begin. It wasn't long before Laura began to feel a little ill. She tried to stand up to find the bathroom and almost fell over. Sarah sprung up and gently guided her back onto the seat as she began to black out.

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Laura jolted back to consciousness as a bucket of cold water crashed against her. Her eyes snapped open with shock and upon trying to stand, was immediately dragged back down by a chain attached to a collar around her slight neck. She was utterly naked, alone in a empty concrete room with nothing but a metal door, a tap and a drain.*
"This is how it works, slut! You are..."
"What's going on?” Laura interrupted, only to feel the sharp thrust of electricity firing through every fibre from the collar around her neck.*
"Shut it, listen! You're wearing a shock collar and if you interrupt me again, I'll up the pain and length to show you your place. You are now my little slut. I own you and, as such, you shall do everything and anything I tell you to. If you are well-behaved you will earn the right to luxuries - such as clothes. If you are stupid enough to misbehave you will suffer and you will loose access to those luxuries. If you attempt leaving this house your new collar will give you a powerful 5-second shock. There will be 5 more seconds to return to the house before an incapacitating shock is delivered. Any endeavour to remove it results in much the same. Understand, slut?"
"Yes, Sarah," came Laura's dejected reply, only to find another shard launching through her body, acutely more painful than before, causing her to collapse back to the floor.
"You will address me properly, as your Mistress. Your name is now Slut and you will answer only to this name, speaking only spoken to and given permission. Do you understand?"
"Yes. Mistress." The pause was terse and uncomfortable, but Sarah allowed this one transgression. Slut was unfortunate that she'd wasted her free pass on something so minor.
"We are waiting for a friend of mine to finish personalising something for you. In the mean time you are no longer allowed to play with yourself," Mistress instructed, as some leather cuffs were thrown into the room.
"You will find a small loop at the back of your collar. You will put these on your wrists and lock them to that loop."
Laura struggled for a short while, but eventually succeeded in locking her hands to the back of her collar.

Sarah entered the cell, opening a ring-pull tin.
"You have been unconscious for a long time and, given how little you ate, you must be hungry. You have yet to earn the right to real food yet, but you will be allowed cat food until then."
Sarah emptied the tin onto the floor in front of Laura.
"Eat it all, I will be back soon." She left the room, the loud noise of a lock behind her, echoing through Laura's mind as she contemplated her situation.
Scared, cold and hungry, panic was starting to set in. Laura knew there was no way she could escape this room and that even if she did, her fear of the collar would stop her leaving the house. She decided to try and eat the food; to see if she could hold out and earn enough 'luxuries' to have the strength and means escape. The meal before her tasted disgusting - every bite initiated a new bout of nausea, but she forced it down, gagging with each tiny bite.

She'd been trying for almost an hour, only a few mouthfuls of the food had been ingested and as the door swung open, electricity began to surge through Laura's body. She once more fell to the floor in agony, landing face-first in the uneaten cat food.
"I said you were to eat it all before I returned, Slut! You will sleep as you are and we'll see if you've learnt to be compliant come morning." The lights went off, leaving Laura in complete darkness, alone with the stench of cat food and failure smeared across her.

Laura barely slept. As if the taste and smell of the cat food wasn't bad enough, she was cold and uncomfortable, laying naked, on the concrete floor. She was awoken the next morning by the light being switched on as the metal door scraped open.
"It's shower time," Sarah said, dragging in a hose pipe. Laura's eyes immediately widened as panic filled her. She fought not to speak, knowing what it entailed. Sarah attached the hose to the tap and started spraying. The chill struck Laura like a tonne of bricks and squeal broke past her red lips as she tried desperately and fruitlessly to scamper out of the way. The Mistress' laughter echoed around the room.
"You surely feel so much better after your morning cleanse, Slut."
Laura was begging to speak with her eyes and by opening her mouth – she still let no sound out, already obedient to the rules.
"Fine. Just this once, I shall allow you to speak. Any more begging like that will, however, see you receiving punishment."
"Thank you, Mistress,” Laura grovelled at her. “I want to be a good Slut for and maybe earn some luxuries, please. I couldn't sleep, I am so hungry and the cat food makes me want to hurl. I am so cold and I don't think I will last long down here," Laura begged, realising as an afterthought, “Mistress.”
Sarah smiled. "Good girl. I am glad you want to serve me well, but I think I am should make it such that you are to never say the words 'I', 'me', 'my' or any other form of first person reference. You will call yourself 'Slut' from now on and so would say 'Slut can't sleep, Slut is so hungry' and so on." Laura, mouth slightly agape, paused to take it in before nodding subserviently. As she did, Sarah leaned out and picked some items up from outside the door. The first was a remote: she pressed a button and the chain attached to Laura's collar began to extend.
"Stand up and spread your legs." Laura didn't question and barely hesitated, more due to fatigue than rebelliousness, but complied.
Sarah revealed the next item - a pink, metal chastity belt with a hole at the back - and began fitting it to Laura.
"I took your measurements as you slept, so this should fit perfectly. You will be wearing it most of the time until you are better trained. You are not allowed to remove it – then again, you're also not able to. I have a small implant I will be installing. It will slowly release a chemical into your system over the course of the next year that will render you perpetually horny. Like the good Slut that you crave to be." Laura began to panic, knowing she was helpless and that fighting would only make things worse, as Sarah implanted the hormones into her arm.
"You have one hour to eat this whole tin as your breakfast and prove to me that do want to be a good Slut." She emptied more cat food onto the floor and left the room, Laura sodden and shivering. She struggled, bite by bite, to hold back her gag reflex and barely managed to finish the food before Sarah returned.
"Good, little Slut. I am going to unlock you, but you shall remained collared – I recommend you don't even consider trying to run."
The chain was unlocked and she was told to follow as Sarah walked out of the door into the centre of a long corridor with multiple side corridors. As they walked down the corridor, Laura could hear the quiet sound of sobbing behind one of the doors, letting her know she wasn't the only person held captive - she wondered how many others were held here. She was taken up a floor, but she could see there were multiple other floors above and below as well. Sarah opened a door into what appeared to be a living room akin to that of a small house.
"This is were I live and you should make yourself familiar with it. That door leads to the living room and that one upstairs. Now, go into the kitchen and get me a glass of wine, Slut. You may get yourself a glass of water".
Laura went into the kitchen and looked around, finding an open bottle of wine in the fridge, before bringing back the two drinks.
"From now on, you will curtsey as you enter and leave a room whenever serving my self or others. If you are the guest and not serving others, then you need not curtsey."*
Laura was made to kneel at Sarah's feet whilst she watched TV from the sofa. Her legs ached, causing her to fidget, but she was instantly told to sit still. After a hour, she was sent to fill up the wine glass and sit back down. Her legs burned as the blood rushed back to them, but she remembered to curtsey upon exiting and entering.

Later, she was told to go into the drawer and put on the spider gag stored there. She obeyed as Sarah opened her legs and told Laura the gag was to stop her biting. A quizzical expression came over Laura's face before she was instructed to kneel between her Mistress' legs and keep her nose as close as possible to Sarah's pussy. Laura realised they were both really wet and had been for some time. Sarah continued to watch TV, but played with Laura's hair for long enough that her legs once again started aching at which point, Sarah began rubbing her Slut's nose into her pussy.
"You like the smell. Don't you, Slut?" The nose-grinding continued. She moved Laura's mouth up to her pussy and let her lick. Sarah tasted sweet and Laura indistinctly started to rub her chastity belt, grinding against her hand. She wished more than anything to be free of the damnable belt. Laura snapped out of her reverie as Sarah began to moan in pleasure, moving her hips back and forth. Gripping Laura's hair, Sarah forced the Slut's face into her sex and threw her head back moaning an orgasm washed through her. She released Laura's head and closed her eyes, ever so slightly out of breath.
After a small reprieve, Sarah opened her eyes and looked down at Laura.
"That was good. You are going to be a good little Slut. You were rubbing yourself, weren't you?" Laura nodded.
"I am glad you like your new position as Slut, but you should get used to never touching yourself. It is rare that you will be allowed to cum and we don't want you playing with yourself all the time. We'd best get you fed before returning you to your room. There's a special tin labelled 'Slut Food'. Get it and you may eat from the bowl in the corner. It's a little treat for you, for finding your obedience". The gag was removed and Laura did as she was told, curious what the Slut Food might be.

The food turned out to be a disgusting combination of shredded beef and fruit. It tasted foul, but was far better than cat food and, she resumed, probably better eating. Laura was taken back to her room and locked up again. A similar sequence of events followed for the next couple of days. On the third, she was made to clean the down stairs area and, instead of giving her Mistress oral pleasure, was invited to sit in front of Sarah.
"You have been good for the last few days, so I will tell you more about your situation and give you a treat. You exist only to fuck; the horniness you have been constantly feeling over the last few days is but a taster of how you will feel when I am done with you. You will sleep on the floor in your room, get hosed down with cold water and eat cat food for breakfast every day. The only exception to this is when you sleep with some one. In return for fucking someone, you will be allowed to stay in their bed over night. If you have earnt it, you will even be allowed to use their shower and have breakfast there. You must, of course, do everything they want. However many times they want. Irrespective of the time of night and you must be out of the room by 9:00am. Make sure to get up early if you wish to enjoy a shower or the food. The building you are in has multiple trainers and we teach you all in various ways. A friend of mine has a slut with a situation that is only slightly different to your own. She has just finished her training and, therefore, is going to get to cum for the first time in months. You are going to be the one to do that, Slut, just as I have described. You will do anything she wants, as often as she desires. In return, you get to share her bed for the night."
Laura was walked down a hallway and into another chamber - it was ornate, with a cream and red motif. Paintings of women being fucked by both sexes adorned the room, in the middle of which was the focal point: a four poster bed with sultry red curtains. There was a tall, skinny, well-endowed blonde girl, stood in a tight, little black dress with high heels. She could easily be mistaken for a supermodel. This new girl walked around Laura, inspecting.
"This is it? I was expecting someone... Less green and perhaps a little prettier."
"If you are displeased, we can always skip the bit were you get to fuck and climax. I can take her away and you can enjoy returning to servitude unfulfilled." The girl's face dropped as Sarah spoke. "I didn't think so. Now don't break her and make sure to let her have at least a little sleep". Sarah promptly exited and the blonde immediately thrust her tongue into Laura's mouth, moving her to the bed, before pushing her down onto it. The pseudo-Mistress grabbed a dildo, clicking it to the front of Laura's belt and mounting it. Laura's hands moved to her own thighs as she craved to be free of the device. The blonde ferociously bounced up and down, moaning, not taking long to start screaming in pleasure, but took no pause and thrust onwards through another 3 or 4 orgasms. It didn't take her long to recover enough to dismount, unzip her dress and let it fall to the floor, revealing her perfectly shaped body and ample bosom.
"Kneel at the end of the bed. You'd better be better at eating pussy than you look." She then lay back on the bed and Laura quickly moved towards the girl's shaven sex. "Fuck that, Slut! Work up from my feet, kissing all the way. I need time to rest and want to be teased a little." Laura slowly kissed, starting at the toes, moving across the soles of her feet, around the achilles and quickly up past the knee – she slowed down, truly teasing with light brushes of lips and delicate kisses up her temporary Mistress' inner thighs. She moved her face closer and closer to the sopping cunt staring at her, before working her way around to the pubis, her breath heavy and delighting it. Then down she moved, more achingly slow kisses, so close, and nearly dived into licking the engorged clit, carefully building up the pace despite her seemingly insatiable hunger for it. The blonde's hands moved down and grabbed Laura's hair as she thrusting her hips and forced Laura's head into her. Laura latched on, her mouth covering the pussy in front of her, her tongue gleefully playing on the node in her mouth, the wonderful taste filling her every sense and it wasn't long until the blonde was moaning faster and louder, increasing into a crescendo scream. She still held Laura's head and kept thrusting, her only thought was to crave her own denied need to cum. At times, Laura had to fight to breath in, her nose deep in the other girl's mound, her mouth fully taking by the lips of the sumptuous pussy. Over and over the blonde came, never ceasing, never stopping, desperate to make up for what could've been years without orgasm, before releasing Laura. She looked down at Laura, who's face had tears streaming from the asphyxiation, still full of lust.
"Doggy now!" She demanded, grabbing a strap-on with additional internalised dildo, attaching it as Laura repositioned herself. Laura looked over her shoulders as the blonde moved behind and positioned herself at the chastity belt's rear hole. She began entering Laura's tight ass, with a simple spit at the back passage for lubrication. Laura was new to anal and pain began spearing through her, vocalising as a broken whimpering. The girl seemed to neither care nor notice and just began thrusting, digging deeper into her bowels with every forceful push – Laura was not a person, nor a Slut or slave to this woman; she was merely a toy, to be discarded once its purpose was finished. Laura felt ashamed to realise that that last thought had been the cause of the droplets hitting her thighs – she was wet a the thought of it, despite the pain and humiliation that brought to her.
"You will get used to it, Slut. I did," she laughed, holding Laura's hips at first and swiftly changing to grab her hair, forcing her back to arch seductively. Tears streamed down Laura's face now, but she took it, knowing it was her route to orgasmic freedom at a later date. The blonde moaned, open-mouthed, as the internal dildo slid in and out of her with every slam of Laura's head into the bed sheets and she came hard, nearly collapsing in her convulsions. This cycle happened another twice more before the girl was too exhausted to fuck them both any more. They entered the bed, Laura was told to be the little spoon, the strap-on remained inside her and they fell asleep together. Laura awoke to kissing on her neck and the slow, now gentle, thrust of the dildo lodged in her arse. The girl came once more, deafening Laura with her groans of ecstasy and the pair returned to sleep.

Throughout the night, Laura was periodically woken to be fucked - she lost track of how many times – and she was relieved when she was finally allowed to simply sleep. An alarm blared out at 8:55am, whereupon Laura was told to stand and wait by the door for her Mistress to return. Her ass was sore enough that her gait was slightly lopsided and she was so weary that she was certain she'd collapse any moment.