Your Servant, Abigail - Sex Stories

Your Servant, Abigail

... hurried out. "I will have you later."

Mistress walked the corridor with a fierce sway and opened a side door. A draft met Abigail's skin and danced shivers all round. She now saw it was steps leading down. Mistress went through. "Keep Up, Toy!" Abigail hurried after not wanting to disappoint. As she started down the stone steps the cool air increased. Abigail's bum was numbing from both the cold and fear.

Mistress stopped at the bottom in front of a large door.

"Mistress, what is this place?" Abigail asked with her arms now surrounding her very chilled and clamped tits. Her chain was pulled up some and there was relief. The fire in her pussy had long since been doused by the chill and the trepidation.

Mistress smiled with a wee bit of menace. She playfully tapped her palm with the paddle during the next. "Behind this door you will be challenged, disciplined, punished and rewarded. Those who have gone before you have come out better for it. It is a place of trust and truth."

On the last she grabbed Abigail's wrists and yanked them down revealing her bouncing clamped bosom. Abigail put her arms behind her, the nipple chain pulling fast. She winced as sensations cascaded down the ginger woman's nakedness.

"Teats so hard and cold. Poor things. Follow me and do not speak until instructed." Mistress took hold of the badge on the chain and stepped toward the door dragging Abigail painfully along. It swung in with a loud creak. Warmth poured out and Abigail was ...

... happy to feel it.

What Abigail saw took her breath.

The room was as large and square. The walls were stone, and the floor was covered in thick woven rugs. On every wall there were hooks and rings embedded in the stones. Throughout the room there were large devices. Wood, leather and metal contraptions designed to hold people in nearly every position imagined. Around her were the other five female staff in various states of restraint and/or sex act.

Abigail stood in stunned silence. Mistress dropped her badge. Every woman was wearing the same apparatus. Dorene the Maths instructor was attached to a wooden cross like device, spread like an X. Her tall lithe body was being flogged by Professor Fike. He was clad in just boots and a green vest. Dora was crying out in obvious pain and was counting. Abigail wondered how many more she would receive. She also wondered if she herself would be engaged by Professor Fike. It made her warming vagina weep some more especially when she noticed the man had a large bobbing erection.

Her best friend, Jennifer the art instructor, was literally hanging in midair. The groundsman, Bennet, was fucking her hard with quick firm strokes, pulling her back by ropes around her full-bodied waist. The bindings were straining her cuffed hands, and she was red and sweaty. Yet she appeared to be reveling in the pain with cries of, "Yes, thank you sir. Fuck this servant please. Fuck me!"

There was so much more to take in, but Abigail's view was ...