Angela Gets Her Boundaries Stretched– (Part 10 of the Angela series) - Sex Stories

Angela Gets Her Boundaries Stretched– (Part 10 of the Angela series)

... marked with the stripes of the flogging and canings she had received, on her hands and knees and being led around on a leash, and she could feel the cum still dripping out of her ass and pussy. She was quite sure her hair was disheveled and her makeup a mess. To top it off, she had the tattoo on her buttock. Chapter 2 As he led her into the dining area, she noticed many other subs crouched on the floor at their Master’s feet. Each one had a dish in front of them and they were eating it as an animal might. Some of the food on their plates and bowls did not look very appetizing, but Angela suddenly realized she had not eaten since lunch on Friday, and she still had no idea of the time of day or night or how long she had been here. The dining room was crowded and noisy and she could not tell without looking up whether all the subs were eating this way. They finally stopped at one of the tables and the porter handed her leash to Michael. He whistled at her and signaled her to sit on the floor at his side. She crawled over and sat back on her heels. Michael patted her on the head. “You’ve been a good little whore with a nice gaping asshole, and taking every man that wanted you without complaint. As a reward, I have ordered you a meatloaf plate for your meal. You must be hungry by now.” “Yes I am, Master. Thank you, Master.” Angela noticed that the other sub at the table was eating what looked like a bowl of mush and kibble. Michael must be very pleased to have ordered her real ...

... food and she assumed that when it came she would be able to sit at the table and eat it. When the waiter came with the tray, however, he placed a bowl on the floor in front of her with food that was almost unidentifiable. The meatloaf, mashed potatoes and peas had all been mashed together and gravy poured over the top. It looked congealed like it had been sitting awhile. “There you go, love. Enjoy your meal. Remember, no hands.” Michael patted her head again, then went back to his conversation with the other people at the table. Angela was dumbfounded and just stared at the bowl for a minute. That was just a little too long for Michael as he suddenly kicked the bowl away from her, sending it flying across the floor and spilling some of the contents. A busboy hurried over to clean it up, but Michael held a hand up to stop him. He stood up, grabbing Angela by the collar and dragged her over to where there was a pile of food on the floor. He took his hand and pushed Angela’s face down into it. “Now see what you have made me do? I am tempted to make you lick up his mess instead of this overworked busboy having to clean it up. And just when I thought you were ready to be obedient. I just don’t know what to do with you anymore. I am going to have to think about this for a while.” He signaled a porter over and handed him Angela’s leash, then turned and walked away. The porter walked away at a very fast pace and she had to move quite quickly to keep up with him. She was getting scrapes ...