Mistress Vera and her slave part 2 - Sex Stories

Mistress Vera and her slave part 2

Mistress Vera and her slave 2 Chapter 3 Upstairs Mistress Vera had changed. She sat relaxed on her sofa wearing a simple t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms. She was talking on the phone. “Yes at eight,” she said. “Yes okay I‘ll see you soon, bye.” She hung up the phone but almost immediately picked it up again and began dialling another number. She talked to various people before she finally stood up and wandered into the kitchen. There she selected a cookbook from a shelf and opened it on the table, it was stained with spatters of sauces and dough. She had always liked cooking but none-the-less was looking forward to the time when her slave’s training had progressed to the stage where she would do all work like that. After reading through a recipe she went to the kitchen cupboards and began to select ingredients. Several hours later the slave slowly surfaced. At first she drifted in and out of consciousness able to see or hear nothing, conscious or not, while the bruised aching of her whole body was ever-present, as was the mounting frustration in her pussy. As she began to regain proper consciousness she became more aware of it. The vibrator fitting snugly in her pussy throbbing away wasn’t enough. She tried to move her hips against the floor of her cage to get some stimulation but she only succeeded in putting more pressure on her bruised pussy. She cried out but made no sound. The vibrator was not enough. She would never cum like this. She wriggled in her hog tie hoping it was ...

... loose enough that she would be able to reach her pussy, it wasn’t. A wave of frustration followed by pleasurable helplessness flowed through her. Though she feared the second part of her punishment after the horrors of the pain, she still loved being at the mercy of her mistress and the thought only made her hornier. And there she lay, unable to see, to hear, to move or to satisfy herself, seemingly for hours until finally she heard the familiar sound of the click of stiletto heels descending the stone steps to the dungeon. She moaned, hoping her mistress would hear her and perhaps take pity, but she knew it was a vain hope. For a long while nothing happened. Anticipation built in the slave until she could almost stand it no longer. She would have shouted out but for the ball gag still filling her mouth to the utmost. Finally there was a grinding noise and the slave felt her cage descending. Touching the floor the cage clunked to a stop and almost immediately the door was thrown open and the slave felt a click as something was clipped onto her collar. There was a tug at her neck and knew she was on a lead. Pulled by the lead she crawled painfully on hands and knees out of her cage only to be pulled roughly to her feet and have the lead attached to a ring she could not see somewhere over her head. Mistress Vera said nothing but went about her business quickly. She kneeled and removed the slave’s ankle restraints and after unlocking the tiny padlocks at the tops of the slave’s ...