Second Chance, Last Chance Pt. 04

Part Four

After two days of cock sucking depravity it was time to go to submit to the whims of Sir Bennett. Had she passed a test? Would he take her as a slave? She put on her highest three inch heels, gold strappy sandals and thought hard about what to wear. In the end, she opted for the same buttonless coat and then in a final act of commitment, slipped off her wedding ring and left it by the door.

Valerie didn't want to be late, so she arrived and parked halfway down the bock with 15 minutes to spare. With five minutes to go, she exited the car carrying a bag with her toys, id, keys, phone (silenced) and a bit of cash. With two minutes to go she rang the bell and slipped off her coat. Sir Bennett had a longish walkway, but anyone walking by could easily have see the naked woman shifting from foot to foot. She kept her eyes on the door, blushing slightly not daring to see if she was being observed.

7PM... the door did not open. Should she ring again? No. If she was a slave she should just wait. She had followed instructions (she thought) and was ceding her power. In the chill of dusk she simply stood, naked and feeling goose bumps rise on her skin. 10 minutes later the door opened, or more correctly, an electric latch released and the door fell half open. She pushed it open and entered. A single sheet lay on the floor:

"Kneel. Put on this collar and leash. Crawl to the living room and offer it to who is there."

It was a stiff posture collar, three inches wide. Valerie did not hesitate and found it to be definitely uncomfortable holding her head straight. The leash was held a dog chain for a heavy animal. It weighed a lot in her hand. She crawled to the living room which was in darkness and saw no one, but noticed she was facing the backside of a wing chair. She crawled around front with eyes cast down. A shadowy figure rose and walked behind her tying a heavy blindfold over her eyes. The leash was taken from her hand. She felt a sharp tug and followed down the hall and towards the dungeon.

Strong hands lifted her arms and attached her wrists to cuffs a little above her head. He pushed her forward until her chest was pressed against a thick wooden post of some kind. Then those strong hands started passing all over her body, not roughly, but not gently either. They stroked her collar bone and felt the sides of her breasts soon stroking them from behind and toying with the nipples. The hands trailed down over her belly and started fingering her needy clit. She gasped in pleasure. Then the hands receded and rose to undo her blindfold.

It wasn't Sir Bennet playing with her! He was seated in another throne like chair and behind him on a large screen were the images Valerie had send of her blowjob test. As she took it all in she felt the strong hands strapping her ankles to a spreader bar and stretching her wide. The fingers ran up the insides of her legs playing with her pus... cunt! again and twisting the butt plug in her ass.

Sir Bennet spoke, "You have impressed me, Valerie. I didn't really expect to see you again. I figured you would run like the little fraidy cat I once knew.

"You completed your tasks admirably and in a timely manner. Tell me, what it was like?"

"Sir, the first cock was hard... not a pun, Sir. I was so enflamed by what I had experienced here, that I figured I should find a cock before my courage evaporated."

All the while the strong hands caressed her, but the posture collar would not let her turn her head to get a glimpse of her tormentor.

"The first cock was disgusting, a guy at a cheap bar who hadn't been near a shower for awhile. But... I wanted to be a slave, hopefully your slave, so there wasn't really a choice. I don't think I did a very good job, but he came, I swallowed and felt a sense of pride for having done it.

"It got easier after that. I grew comfortable being on my knees servicing men. Maybe I am really a slut, but what really empowered me was that I was submitting to your orders and knew you didn't believe I would or could. But here I am, hoping I have passed your test and hoping you will continue training me."

He stood and approached her, close enough to kiss. She could smell his aftershave. "You did pass the first tests, but there are more to come before I will even touch you slut. I'll call you slut for now because you have at least earned that name. That's the name you will answer to and speak aloud if asked... and not just while you are here."

She nodded.

"But you haven't passed enough tests for me to want to touch you yet.

"Your next tests are pain. Let's see if you can earn the name 'painslut' tonight. I promise you will have nice stripes and bruises while you entertain your gentlemen callers tomorrow, but since I am not ready to touch you, I have asked an anonymous friend to handle those duties." She felt the blindfold covering her eyes again.

She hoped the blindfold hid her disappointment. Having sucked all those cocks she had hoped Sir Bennett would take her back. She knew she deserved punishment for running away and causing such a mess with her departure. But she wanted Sir to punish her. She wanted to earn her redemption at his hands, and not receive her whipping from some stranger. There was still stuff about this new life that she did not understand. Clearly blind faith obedience alone was not enough to earn his trust. She was worried now that he would break her and then as revenge just throw her away, or give her away, or even sell her. In the darkness of the blindfold she knew that she had already in her heart surrendered her freedom... she just didn't know who would own her. She wanted to be Sir Bennet's slave, but if he tossed her aside, she knew she would have to find some other Master.

Well, if this is what he demanded, she would give it to him. With her breasts up against the post, all she could do was stick her butt out as if asking for the whipping to begin.

"Now I am not unkind. You will have safe word... red. Use it once and we will back off for awhile. Use it twice and you go home, or at least back to the streets where you can whore your slut ass for whoever wants it."

Valerie... Slut felt the cold stab of fear in her chest and a wave of heat in her loins. Well, by God, he would never hear that word from her even if the stranger killed her!

"I am not unkind. You will have to learn over time the kind of pain I like to inflict. My friend will go easy tonight but the session will continue until I am satisfied."

With that, he stepped back and her torturer trapped her breasts harshly in his hands squeezing hard, pressing them into the pole and then twisting her nipples. Slut wanted to scream, but settled for a sharp intake of breath instead. The unseen one started spanking her ass, not too hard then moved around and slapped her belly and tits from the side. There was a pause and then came four slaps to her face. They hurt! "Ready to quit, slut?" It was a male voice. She shook her head no, not sure if she was allowed to speak.

"You will be screaming before the night is done, slut."

There was another pause, but she felt the air move as he shifted position.

Of course she could not know that he had picked up one of the gentlest whipping tools, a multi thonged flogger. It didn't even have knots in the ends. But the first strike was a surprise. She sucked in air again and then realized it wasn't too painful. But he continued at a regulated but steady pace raining blows on here ass, her back and her thighs. The pain from each strike was not that bad, but as he again landed strikes on already red parts of her body the pain grew in intensity. If she could think, she would have noticed the blows were getting harder. Tears soaked into the blindfold and the harder strokes drew grunts of pain, but she said nothing. She fought the pain. Then they stopped.

"Almost half way," said Sir Bennett, " We still have the front side to do. But first I promised that you would have stripes to show your guests tomorrow. The redness from wee flogger you were feeling will fade by morning. Can't have that, eh slut?"

She said nothing. The torturer pinched her nipples hard. "Answer the Master!" "No, Sir," she grunted through the pain. "I hope to earn the right to call you Master, so have your man mark me!"

"Well said. Proceed."

Slut tried to catch her breath but then she heard a whoosh and suddenly her ass was on flame. Finally she screamed and slumped in her cuffs.

"Come, come," said the torturer, "that was just a start. Want to safe word out?"

The pain was easing slightly as she shook her head no. The second stripe crossed her back, just under her shoulder blades. She tried to scream but the breath had been knocked out of her. It came out strangled. After a moment, the third blow came right after and caught the crease where her thighs met her ass. That might have been the worst of all.

At this point the hardest part was not knowing how many more strokes were coming. She was gasping and choking on tears. For a moment there was nothing until she regained her poise, then two more quick strokes on ass again and mid back left her dangling again and screaming. There was no movement in the room as the doms waited for her to speak. Instead she dragged herself upright, defiantly spread her legs and stuck her butt out as far as she could.

Her defiance may have been a mistake. The final stroke came up between her legs striking her cunt hard. The scream was piercing and she collapsed on closing legs and simply hung, wailing. Several minutes later, she stood again on quaking legs.

"Not bad, slut. I thought you would be gone by now. But the second half of this test will be on your front... and you get to watch it coming."

The torturer swung her around and snugged her back to the post. The feel of the rough wood on her striped back caused a small cry of pain. Her cuffed hands were now crossed above her head. He bent down and she felt spreader bar being stretched even further. She could not move. She could not resist the hands of 'not her master' as they slid up her calves and things until they converged at her cunt. He began to rub her clit, slowly at first, and then harder. She felt fingers slide inside her and as much as she was restrained, squirmed at his touch. Oh God! she was getting turned on. He kept raping her with his hand and she was climbing higher... then suddenly he pulled away. She tried to thrust her cunt at him, failing, of course.

"You know, Ben, she just might be a painslut!" said the man.

Soft tears coursed down under the blindfold both in frustration and anticipation of the return of pain. It was a shock to realize that she wanted more, she wanted her front side to match the back. One again, the voice in her head called, What have you become?" "The inner reply, "A slut who deserves every stroke of punishment that Sir Bennett sees fit to award."


The man yanked off her blindfold, yet kept his identity hidden under his own mask.

Sir Bennett was smiling. Some time during her ordeal, Emma had arrived, surprisingly not naked, but dressed in a bustier and stockings. She was on her knees between Sir's legs gently sucking and pleasing his cock but not yet trying to make him come. Slut felt a stab of jealousy.

"I want you to see what's coming," smiled Sir cruelly. "Begin".

The man again began by mauling her tits and twisting her nipples harder this time, enough to make her cry out. She thought she heard a giggle from Emma, confirmed when she heard Master slap her face.

This time there was no warm up. The Man pulled out the flogger and quickly went to town on her breasts. There was no getting used to it, no pauses, just a steady back and forth rhythm punishing her tits. Thanks to the posture collar she could not see the effect, but in her mind she had a vision of bleeding breasts and torn nipples. Maybe they were going to kill her!

There were no 'getting used to it' whimpers this time around, there was just constant screaming and barely no movement because she was locked in so tightly.

In time he dropped his strokes to her belly and thighs which now shook uncontrollably as her tears fell. And then he finished with five or six upward swings at her widespread pussy. She had never felt such pain, but then he stopped, walked up and kissed her sticking his tongue deep in her mouth. Slut wanted more... more pain. more finger fucking, a cock, a vibe anything! She wanted it all until she would collapse in orgasmic bliss.

She tracked his movements as he walked to a table and replaced the flogger with a cane. "Ohmigod! is that what he hit my with?"

He came close, flexed it once of her twice and then offered her an ugly smile. He stepped back again. The first strike was on the tops of her breasts. She screamed from deep in her being, but could not even sag in her restraints. The second caught her chest just below her breasts, the third was on the stomach just above her pudendum, the fourth across her thighs. There was a long pause between each strike to let the pain subside into a lingering burn. She was gasping for breath between the strokes.

"Emma, there are but two strokes left. Get the timing right on my cock or it will be your turn at the post, and it won't be satisfying for you." Looking down her nose slut was momentarily distracted by watching Emma's bobbing head picking up speed. She almost didn't notice the whoosh that caught her square across the nipples. Slut's vision blurred, she couldn't breathe. The wail that escaped when her breath came back was the saddest sound any slave girl ever made. She had never felt such unimaginable pain. When her eyes cleared she looked at her torturer standing right in front of her with that wicked smile. "Noooo!" she screamed as she watched the cane head straight for her unprotected cunt. She lost consciousness.

When she came to her senses, the world look out of order. In her 'slumber' the Man had hooked a chain to her spreader bar and winched her up to horizontal position. He stood between her legs a fully erect cock head at the mouth of her cunt. "Good!" he said and then slammed into her as hard as he could. Her head banged up hard against the post, though her collar had been taken off when she was out. She could see his body slamming into her. There was little pain even though his cock was large. The painful whipping and rough 'foreplay' had left her dripping. As the Man pounded into her she glanced and saw a Emma gently placing her Master's cock back in his pants while smiling at slut with a cum covered face.

With a roar the Man came, slipped out of her and moved away leaving her still dangling. Dutiful Emma rushed over on her knees to clean the Man's cock as well and refasten his pants.

"Emma, bring her down ... gently!" said Sir Bennett. His voice didn't sound quite so harsh this time. She saw a flash of disappointment on the girl's face as she followed orders. Emma wanted to be hard on her competition. Slut was unhooked, uncuffed and otherwise ignored for a few moments as Master showed her torturer to the door.

"Get up, slut." She painfully rose to her feet. Sir Bennett led her to a mirrored wall and she saw the stripy tear stained mess she was... and slut was filled with pride. She had survived it!"

"You did well, tonight. You surprised me again. You may make it as a slave yet. And you will look every inch thee pain slut for your guests tomorrow. I wonder what they will do when they see you like this? Just fuck you in three holes? Maybe. Slap you around a bit first? Possibly. But I will promise, they won't respect you in the morning!" It was all she could do to keep from embracing him.

Though frightened a little by his words, slut knelt and quietly said, "I hope not, Sir. I am a slut, now. I am just a cum bucket. I just hope I pass your next test."

He handed her a USB key. "Plug this into your television before your guests arrive. It has all of your performances, including this one set to run on a continuous loop. It will only add to your cock sleeve image."

She felt tears welling again at the insult, but accepted it meekly.

"Now get out of here. Oh, by the way, I have had some tech friends install pinhole cameras in your house. I'll be watching everywhere you go so make it a good show. If you do become my slave, you will also be an internet star. Well, actually you will probably be a pornstar one way or the other.

With that he turned and took Emma by the hand leading her out of the dungeon and leaving Slut to gather her meagre things and head home.