My Master had to leave as he had someone to see that morning but he had left me with clear instructions as to what I was to do that day. I had to compose an advertisement for alt.com selling myself, as my Master’s possession, to any man who was inventive enough to know how to use me in ways that would amuse him. It was my fault that I had to face this humiliation, I had titillated him with talk of sex with multiple partners, a real fantasy of mine, and he was calling my bluff by instructing me to advertise to make this fantasy come true.

I sat down to write.

My name is Lizzie. I am a submissive sex-worshipping slut. My Master has disciplined me well and hard, and I am his property. He has taken me further than I have ever thought I would go, both in pain and in ecstasy. I have never even dreamed of saying no to him, or of asking him to stop, however harsh the discipline or how cruel the punishment. But he thinks I need to go to another level of submission and besides, he says, he only has one pair of arms and one set of sexual organs. He therefore welcomes suggestions from other dominants as to how they would like to treat his slut. He encourages you to be cruel, inventive and outrageous; rest assured that I have been instructed to be obedient to your will, knowing that it is also his, and that sexually I am insatiable. Indeed, my master has sometimes joked that the problem with me is that I am such a slut that there is nothing he could do to me that I would not enjoy. The proposers of the best suggestions will of course be allowed to put them into practise. There could be a group session, with my master supervising and encouraging you to greater lengths.

So now you need to know a little more about me to see if you would like to meet his bad woman. I am tall and large and am proud of my stature. I know that the standard image of feminine beauty is small and neat but if you believe that a larger woman may have larger lusts to be satisfied then I am the woman for you. I have deep blue eyes and abundant red hair which you can hold and tug hard as you control my mouth to give you the most abandoned blow job of your life. I have lips that like to kiss and touch you all over and cheeks (on my face) that have a perfect complexion which has been improved by the cum my Master likes to land on them and massage into them. I have large pink nipples that like to be firmly handled with clamps, teeth and of course your fingers. Treat them harshly and you will be able to control my orgasms ensuring that, as I cum, our bed will be left with real evidence of my pleasure. My clit will take clamps and longs to be touched, beaten and eaten but most of all it waits to accept your wonderful strong cock, deep and hard inside me. My arse likes to be used, licked and entered. Pump me hard and watch me buck but of course an arse and bum is also a major site for your punishment of this wanton woman. Will you use the strap, a crop, a shoe, a flogger or have you other treats you can suggest to control my lust.

My ultimate dream, which I have shared with my Master, is to be used by 3 or more men at once. Chain me down and beat me to show me who is boss and then take me by entering my mouth, cunt and arse at the same time. Maybe one of you will work on my tit clamps to ensure my pain is exquisite while two others will require that I massage your cocks so you can be ready to enter me when your playmates need to rest. Can you really use me for a prolonged session? Are you able to cum and cum again so that you can cum in every hole I have and of course on my body while you gangbang me?

I have attached pictures that my Master has taken of me while I have been pleasing him. Pictures of me before and after punishment. See how pink my body is after he has punished me, and note that he punishes all of me, not just my butt. Would you like me to eat you as I am eating him or kneel at your feet to bend over for punishment before entry? Look at the pictures of him in my holes and if you feel you would like to use me or can think of new and imaginative ways to amuse me then contact me now. I love sex but most of all I want to please my Master and he wishes me to be his freely bestowed whore now. Don’t hold back. Please contact me and tell me how you will use me either privately or as part of a group. Please note however that my Master reserves the right to be present and watch whenever he wishes and when he is not physically present to enjoy the full details of our meetings."

I looked at the ad and wondered whether it would please my Master and whether indeed it would produce any replies. I posted my ad and waited for him to come home. I hoped that he would be proud of me for following his instructions to the letter. I didn’t have long to wait.

He returned about an hour later and asked to see my draft. Draft? I had already posted it??? I was wearing his collar that morning as I was following his instructions so when I hesitated to answer he turned into his bag and got out my lead. Now I love my collar, it is a symbol of ownership but I don’t like the lead. He only uses it before severe punishment and I was fearful of what lay in store. He yanked the lead harshly and I had no alternative other than to follow, at a petulant distance, to the computer.

“Show me what you have written Liz,” he instructed. Boy was I feeling stroppy so I foolishly opened the .com ad rather than the word file I had written the ad on. It was immediately obvious that I had progressed further than instructed and so had taken charge of my sexuality. He was about as angry as I have ever seen him. His face went white as he read although I did see some pleasure at the 6 replies that were already waiting to be read.

“You are my whore and I sell you to others, you do not sell yourself. I like your ad but you have usurped my control and as such you must be punished not only for disobedience by for lying to the other men that you have been disciplined hard. I have clearly NOT disciplined you hard enough and you have lessons to learn.”

“I’m sorry,” was all I could mutter but I knew it would not help my situation as sorry is NEVER good enough for him.

“Strip and lie on the bed face down.” I was told. I did as I was bid as fast as I could, as I knew that delay would surely make the next period of punishment worse.

He went to the toy cupboard and got out the really vicious restraints that tie my hands to my waist behind my back and have uncomfortable lockable catches. My legs were opened much much wider than was comfortable and connected to the spreader bar via ankle restraints. I was completely unable to move or resist him in any way. He then left the room and I was left exposed and in a most uncomfortable position for what must have been over three hours.

When I heard the door open I heard more than one set of footsteps coming upstairs.

“So, you have answered her ad?” my Master spoke to the people who had clearly entered the room with him.

“Well here she is, if you can punish her harder than I can you may take her and use her as the sex whore that she is for the rest of the day. She has no rights whatsoever, use her, chastise her and cum on and in her, spare her nothing. As long as she is not permanently damaged you may play as you wish. I intend to watch.”

I was horrified. It was one thing to advertise as a tease but I had not really thought that anything would come of it. I was so sure that my Master’s possessiveness would come into play and would protect me from having to live out my fantasies with other men but he had invited them here and I was now 100% at their mercy and the really awful thing was that, nose down on the bed, I could not even really see how many there were or what they were like. Were they virile young hunks or seedy old men? I just didn’t know but I was sure that I was about to find out.

My Master asked his audience to follow him while he went through the contents of our toy cupboard in detail. He explained exactly what each item could do and the best way to use them to give both pleasure and pain. He then asked who wished to go first.

A man who had a deep voice and a big shadow stepped forward and asked if he might whip me first. Now I have never actually told my Master how much I fear the whip, it is a vicious bugger and so I found that the level of fear in me was rising. Master gave him the biggest and most vicious whip that he owns and told him to do as he wished with it.

I have felt experienced men use a whip, but not often. I guessed this man, whoever he was, was very very experienced with this vicious brute. I heard it being raised above his head and then the stinging sensation as its end whipped into my buttocks was almost indescribable. I felt as if I was being skinned alive. He must have lashed me a couple of dozen times on my back, legs, buttocks and outer thighs before instructing the other men to turn me onto my back so he could concentrate on my breast and cunt. I was terrified as the tight end of the whip bit into my nipples giving pain that was so intense and exquisite that I could only gasp. I think that each breast and nipple took six lashes before he moved between my legs lashing my clit and vulva, inner thighs and belly. I had started to cry with pain and the extraordinary sense of violation that a stranger could inflict such punishment on me.

Eventually it stopped. Master asked the other men, I could now see that there were 4 in all, whether they wished to add to my punishment but looking at them I could see that each of them stood before me with massive erections and I guess it was their need to ease their condition that made them decide that further punishment should be delayed until they had tasted me to see whether or not I could be a satisfactory whore.

My spreader bar was removed and my whipping master lay on the bed next to me. I was instructed to sit astride him. I was weary of this as my cunt and clit hurt so much but when I delayed I was lifted onto his cock by two of the men while a third used his fingers to guide my admittedly hot and wet cunt over my whipping master’s enormous cock. The pain as he entered me was like nothing I had felt before, it ripped through me, the result no doubt of the vicious whipping, but his cock was so large and satisfying I knew that the mixture of agony and ecstasy would be worth it. My cuffs were unclipped from my side and a second man knelt in front of me. Man number three, who had guided me onto the whipping master’s cock grabbed my hair and roughly, so incredibly roughly forced my mouth over the second man’s cock. I could taste the precum and knew that I had to work quickly and attentively to ensure that I satisfied him if I was to avoid further vicious beatings.

A fourth man I couldn’t see smeared KY jelly into my arse and trust his enormous cock into me. I was fuller and being used more blatantly than I had ever been before and despite the pain in my body I knew that I loved the feeling. I started to ride all three men concentrating on each cock to ensure that each man was completely satisfied. There was one man who was not in me though, the orchestrator of the event and his hands moved under my body to attach the most vicious Japanese nipple clamps I have ever experienced. Each time he pulled on them they tightened more, the pain was excruciating and he worked them with a leather thong as he held my hair and forced me deeper onto the cock in my mouth. Using his other hand to wank himself he developed a strong rhythm of his own.

The cock in my mouth was rising and clearly needed to post its load down my throat. I went to pull back but was forced deeper onto it as the streams of salty cum burst down my throat. I was not allowed off until he was clean and, as he pulled out, my hair puller put the tip of his cock into my mouth while he wanked and indicated that I was to start wanking the cock of the man who had already cum in my mouth, while I satisfied him.

I tried my best. The controller pulled back just before he came and instructing me to open my mouth landed his cum on my lips, tongue and sprayed it over my face and hair. I was exhilarated and humiliated at the same time but could feel the cocks in my cunt and arse rising. I loved the motion of them and pushed back against them to ensure that they were as deep as they could be when they came. The sensation of having them both in there aroused me hugely as each made the other feel larger. They must have been aware of each other as their rhythms matched and they pumped harder and harder finally cumming with such force into me at the same time that I could do nothing other than to rise with them and my own flood joined theirs to make my nether regions stickier and fuller of sexual fluids than they had ever been before.

I was exhausted and yet I did not believe that this was the end of my experiences that day. I looked at my Master pleading with him. He must have enjoyed the session because he took pity on me and called a tea break.

So as I got up from the bed where I had been whipped, fucked and used. I was covered inside and out with our visitors’ cum. I was sticky and smelly with hair encrusted with dollops of hardened sex juice and with sexual secretions trickling down my inner thighs. My whole body showed the welts of my whipping and my breasts were red and almost raw with nipples standing up with pain and excitement. I was a mess the kind of mess that only a woman who has been gang banged would recognize.

My Master had suggested a tea break and so I gratefully went to pull on my robe and move towards the bathroom where I could clean up and make myself presentable to serve him and our guests. He moved swiftly and gave me what must have been at least 10 hard and unexpected blows with his favourite antique riding crop, the one I had, possibly foolishly, found in an auction and bought as a gift for his last birthday.

“Elizabeth, yes THAT is your name, not Lizzie, you have met some friends of mine. They are not your fancy men, attracted by your disobedient advertisement. Meet them while I tell you what I have planned to teach you complete obedience to me. Firstly meet Andy,” I was introduced to the man who had whipped me who was a tall, muscular blonde haired man in his mid thirties. “Andy is the manager of the finance department in the company you join as a book keeper next week. He will be your boss’s boss. He will have the power to decide your professional future but, he will always know that you are also a slut and a whore who takes pain and punishment when it is required.”

He turned next to the man who had orchestrated the gang sex. This man was older possibly in his early fifties with receding hair but with appealing twinkling eyes.

“This is Stephen, the new vicar, who you will be meeting shortly at Town meetings. He will look across at you and know that you are a slut and he will know that, with my permission, he can use you as he wishes and where he wishes. Ever fancy being bound to a pew and fucked until you scream for mercy in a church? No, I thought not but Steve told me that is one of his greatest fantasies and one day we might just tie you up while he uses you and I watch from the back.”

Finally he turned to my two final abusers. I noticed that there were identical twins, each with enormous cocks and the most ridiculously curly blonde hair which covered most of their body.

“I will introduce Simon and Peter together Liz. They have made a pact never to do things alone when they can do them together. Whenever one of them wants to use you, with my permission of course, then you will accept and please them both. They have recently become your brother’s best friends and you will never know when or if they will tell your sordid little secrets to your family. The secret that you are a slut and a whore but that you are so randy and so utterly controlled by me that you sell yourself without hope of pleasure or payment. Your role is simply to amuse your Master by giving pleasure to others and accepting whatever pain and humiliation they decided is yours.”

I was taken aback. God almighty I had tried to advertise in a way that would maintain my anonymity so I could play but remain private but my Master had chosen and collected around him 4 men who might hurt me more than any others, who could blow my reputation sky high. I know I must have gone redder than red. My skin was getting tighter and tighter as the last of these men’s cum dried on me in grayish streaks – I must have looked a sight.

“Oh Master I am sorry, I am really sorry I disobeyed you. Let me clean up and show you how obedient I really am.” I was crying although the tears were more of frustration and almost inner rage with myself, with him (yes with my dear Master for humiliating me in this calculated way). I realized that he knew me better than I knew myself and knew that I was not well enough trained to be completely obedient in the advertisement and had set up my humiliation beforehand as a means of punishing me. There was something strangely safe about knowing that the punishment and indeed my actions had been completely orchestrated by him. I did not want to be in control… I did not want to control my sexuality, but I had not been obedient enough, or brazen enough, to sell the whole of me, the me that faced the world every day as Elizabeth as well as the sex slut Lizzie who liked to play, be hurt and humiliated.

“You will be cleaned and dressed by our visitors Liz. They will ensure that you are fit to be seen and ready to serve us with our tea.”

I knew that any protest would only make matters worse so I submitted to the four guests. First they took off my robe and turned me round and round examining my body minutely. Then my hands were again tied behind my back with rubber restraints, my collar changed for a rubber one and a complete rubber harness added. My Master came forward and added a lockable chastity belt to the base of the harness, looking at my nipples and breasts, which were cradled by the rubber thongs and attached some more vicious clamps to them. I squealed with pain. My nipples had been whipped, beaten, eaten and tweaked and I did not think that they could take much more but knew better than to object to Master.

During this the twins had disappeared to the bathroom and I could hear the sound of the water running in both the shower and the bath. That was very odd but I knew better than to ask. Steve and Andy took my arms and virtually frog marched me through to the bathroom pushing me into the shower. Andy came in with me and started to soap my body. His hands were strong and powerful and he massaged the shower gel into my pores. It stung where his whip had cut the skin and I knew that he could feel me wince but his moves got harsher with each gasp not gentler. He grabbed my hair and forced me down onto his now huge and erect cock. I was to give him a fantastic head and swallow his cum or feel the whip again. I needed no encouragement and eat hungrily and greedily as if this were the first and only cock I had enjoyed that day. He was good at holding back though and massaged my hair catching and pulling hard on the matted cum it contained, as he rode my mouth finally landing his load deep into my throat. He insisted that I continued to lick and tease until he was completely clean and limp. He then patted my head and walked out of the shower.

I must have been a sorry sight, kneeling on the shower floor, hands restrained behind me, wearing a harness and a chastity belt. Foolishly I made no move to rise, if I had I might have avoided the next humiliation, but I didn’t. Steve the vicar stepped into the shower next and when I tried to get up pushed me firmly down. I felt a sudden rush of fear hit me, what was about to happen??? He started to finger his cock and I thought I would be asked to eat him again as well and noted that it would be better washed as this cock had been deep inside my arse. I reached for the soap with my mouth only to have my head jerked down by my hair.

I knelt, starting at the base of the shower when a new stream of warm liquid hit me. It couldn’t be, one of my last absolute no go areas, but yes this vicar was urinating on me. Boy he must have had a full bladder as it drenched my hair, hit my back and shoulders then I was pulled forward and he peed onto my face and breasts. I knew that he wanted me to open my mouth but I refused. He was not my Master and I felt that I could keep some control.

Eventually he stopped and I just sat there sobbing in the shower. He barked that I was to open my mouth and I guess the fight had gone out of me because I meekly did as I was told and took the pissy smelly organ, that had so recently been up my arse, into my mouth and sucked half heartedly on it.

I was surprised to hear my Master’s voice and looking up to see him watching me from the shower doorway. “Next time my girl you will wear the gag with the ring that holds your mouth open. Then my friends can use your mouth, which is now just another cunt, as they wish and you will not be able to stop them. When you refuse them you refuse me. Remember that.” I nodded and began to cry again.

I was no longer squeaky clean but the shower had washed some of the urine off me. My hair was stinking though and I could smell the horrible smell of ammonia on my skin. I was handed over to the twins who were standing next to the bath. They indicated that I was to get in which I did, only wincing slightly when I noticed that it was icy cold. They indicated that I was to sit down and they took soap and some coarse flannels and scrubbed me all over. Finally, when the cold was getting through to my bones my head was pushed under the water with little warning and they started to massage my scalp. They were rough but the sense of their firm grip on my crown was incredible. I felt myself sexually rising as they touched my body. They must have sensed my excitement because I was quickly hauled out of the bath and pushed back into the hot shower. The sense of the hot scalding shower after the freezing bath was incredible. My skin was burning and alive.

I was only allowed long enough for Andy to get wash the last of the soap off my head when I was pulled out and placed on my back on the bathroom floor. Steve reappeared with a cutthroat razor and some shaving foam. Closing my eyes I knew that I was completely unable to resist so submission, complete and utter submission to their will, was the only way.

Steve worked quickly and expertly, shaving my legs, underarms and pubic region to ensure that I was as smooth as possible. The harness was opened and closed to allow convenient access. It was possibly three or four days since I had last shaved so the stubble was coming through and I marveled at how smooth the dangerous looking blade was when it came in contact with my skin. I ended up smooth, bound and used still on the floor.

My Master then reappeared handing a bowl and some implements to the twins. A stool was brought in and, after Steve had dried me, I was lifted onto it and my arm restraints were adjusted to hold me firmly in place with no movement possible.

“My dear girl,” Master said, “You know that I have often told you that I like pierced nipples and clits. Well today you will be marked as mine, as my slave and whore. You will have your nipples and clit pierced and then be bent over the chair while your buttocks are tattooed with an s snake for slave and a w for whore. You have no choice in this but I am a kind Master and I have brought the twins here, they run a tattoo and piercing parlor. They will not use pain relief but they are experts and will make a good job of their work. Nod if you understand what is going to happen to you.”

I nodded and possible felt more helpless than I had done since I was a small child. My Master was having his way with my body and I was powerless to object.

Andy and Steve held me down while the twins set to work. To say I was terrified would be to underestimate my fear but I accepted my fate and threw my head back so that my pink fleshy nipples could be easily worked on as they perturbed from the harness. Each twin took a nipple and they worked so fast that it must have been only seconds later that my nipples were pinched in their strong fingers and as each received a searing jolt of pain rings were deftly inserted across the areola and under the base of each now throbbing nipple. I looked down at the gold rings that had been inserted though with a sense of pride. I had long dreamed of being ringed in this way and knew; that when they healed Master would attach a new lead to them and my clit and his parading of me would be more exquisite and more painful than ever.

My Master then undid my chastity belt and the twins now moved to my cunt. They opened my rosy pink labia lips and fingered my clit. They tried to get a good grip and went off to one corner of the room to discuss their tactics. They called Master over and muttered something at him and I could see him nod his agreement and they came back and swiftly got a very fat needle from their case and a strange long gold bar. Andy and Steve held me down firmly while my legs were forced open and my clit exposed. Master then moved forward and said:

“I will pierce you here little one, as a sign of my complete ownership of your body.” The next thing I felt was the most intense searing pain I could ever remember followed by another as the bold bolt was attached through my clit. In reality it can only have been a 15 mm long but it felt like a bolder between my lips. I relaxed. The piercings were over, but then as Steve and Andy untied my restraints and turned me over so that my ample backside was spread over the seat of the stool I remembered the tattoos still had to come.

The twins took a buttock each and the next twenty minutes passed as they concentrated on their work. I could tell that I was a slave on my right cheek and a whore on my left. The sensation was painful but compared to the throbbing coming from my clit and nipples it seemed like nothing. Master stood over me and watched, I was exposed and violated by 4 men I did not know as well as my own sweet Master (mind you he seemed almost like a tyrant to me at that time.).

I was pleased with the episode though. I was being permanently marked as HIS property. My ownership was being publicly acknowledged and marked. I would be reminded of his control over me every time I moved and felt the rings or bolt rub against me. I was his and he had claimed me in ways I never dreamed of and it was good.

Eventually they finished and I was shown the tattoos in a mirror. Their true beauty would not be obvious for a couple of weeks but they were discrete but clear to an educated eye. I was completely enslaved and I knew it.

My chastity belt was refitted and I was led through to the bedroom where a Japanese style robe was laid out on the bed for me.

“Your clothes and make up are laid out Liz.” You are my property and I want you to learn the art of pleasing my friends and me completely. You are to make my desires your complete focus that is all that will matter to you. You will learn to entertain me with your conversation, with arts and of course in bed. You belong to me and are mine to bestow where are when I wish. Do you accept your new role.”

“Oh sir I do.” I answered breathlessly.

“Very well then, get dressed and come downstairs where you will make and pour us tea and entertain us as you think fit. Do you understand?”

“Oh yes sir,” I replied, I do.”

“Then get ready and come down as soon as you can. You are to dress as a trainee Geisha while you learn your place and role in life. Do you understand?”

“Oh yes sir, I do,” I replied again and, as they left, I looked at the robe and satin shoes he had laid out and wondered what the future held in store. My nipples and clit were screaming with pain and my buttocks throbbed. I belonged to my Master and that was obvious to anyone who saw me naked. What would my future hold?

I dressed in the wonderful robe that the twins had laid out for me. It was silk satin and embroidered with beautiful chrysanthemums and exotic flowers. The background colour was a bright sky blue with reds, golds, greens, white and bright blues in the wonderful delicate embroidery.

My shoes were large enough for my ample feet but they were made of matching red and gold silk satin with tiny embroidered flowers over the toe area. They slipped onto my feet as if they had been specially made for me – in fact the whole outfit was a perfect kit, Master must have gone to great lengths to check my size and have these exquisite items made for me.

I noted that there were no undergarments but that was not a surprise for me as Master never liked me to wear them when I am with him. The robe also opened easily down the front exposing my naked front when a small bow was untied at my waist. I could see that Master had ensured that his access to my body was complete even in this unusual garment. That pleased me.

I looked at myself in the mirror before finally tying the bow. I admired my nipple rings, which were a glorious rich gold that looked perfect with the luxurious silk. I felt my clit fingering the bolt and smiled. Every time I moved I could feel it moving in one of my most sensual areas and I knew that this item would give me great pleasure. My fingers strayed backwards into my warm wet depths. I started to stroke myself and could feel my body start to rise as I heard steps on the stairs. I knew better today than to be caught masturbating and so quickly withdrew and licked my fingers, did up the little bow and sat at the dressing table to start my make up before Andy came in.

“Not doing anything I should report, were you Lizzie?” he enquired.

“Oh no sir,” I replied hastily. He looked at me knowingly and smiled.

“Maybe not this time my dear,” he said and continued to tell me that I was required to come downstairs as soon as possible.

I quickly finished my make up including the very pale foundation that gave my face an unreal look. My lips were very red, my cheeks pale and my eyes heavily made up. I smiled at my reflection and moved carefully, using small steps to avoid pain from my new piercings and tattoos, and walked down to meet my Master and his friends who were seated in the sitting room.

I looked into the room and saw that they were comfortably seated on the sofa and chairs and that a small cushion had been placed on the floor in front of them for me. I went in and bowed deeply in front of my Master and enquired what kind of tea he and his friends would like. I was informed that I was to make the fine green tea that was kept only for best and to bring it through with some of the chocolate ginger biscuits Master liked so much.

I didn’t need to be told twice and quietly moved into the kitchen where I found our exquisite lacquer tray and the small tea bowls. I made a pot of this expensive but favourite tea and put the biscuits onto the tray. Lifting it carefully I silently took it back into the sitting room placing the kneeling height table in front of my cushion I poured each of them a cup of tea and starting of course with my Master I served them all bowing deeply as I offered their refreshment and shuffling back and forwards on my knees, head bowed but never turning my back on them. Of course there was no tea for me but Master asked me to come and kneed before him. He placed his feet on my back using me as a footstool and only offering me the dregs from his cup when he had had sufficient.

I did not mind being Master’s footstool. Although he had alarmed, controlled and yes hurt me this afternoon I knew that I loved him deeply and loved to be used by him.

While I was kneeling I was instructed to amuse his guests with funny stories and songs. My mind was struck dumb but in the end I started to tell a political satire and warmed as I heard my audience chuckle. I sang a nursery song in a clear voice knowing that I was pleasing Master.

After they had all finished their tea Master graciously allowed me to get up and took me by the hand. He kissed my cheek and fondled my hair calling me his good and loving whore. I pleased him although I must learn to control my wanton streak of disobedience. The smile that accompanied this last statement left me with no doubt that he had actually enjoyed punishing me, sometimes it is my failings, and their need for punishment, that please him the most.

Finally he told me to rise and see our visitors out. I did this accompanying them to the door and I had to smile and agree when they whispered that they would see me again shortly. I mused on my next meetings with Andy at work and Steve at the Town Planning meeting that was scheduled for a fortnight hence. They would certainly have problems treating me as if today had never happened.

When they had left I returned to the sitting room and as quietly and obediently as I could I cleared the tea things and went back to sit at my Master’s feet. I looked up into his eyes, which were so gently looking back at me.

We must have sat there for towards an hour before he got up and giving me his hand pulled me up. His arms came round me and his embrace was warm and comforting. Tilting my face he kissed me and looked deeply into my eyes.

“You know little one (this endearment for me), I have long wanted to see you ringed and tattooed. I hope you are not unhappy with them. You did know that you could have said no.”

I nodded, I knew that the ability to say no was always there but I chose not to exercise it. I had chosen to be made his property and no man in the future would see me and not know that this was a fact.

He took my hand and led me up to the bedroom.

“There has been enough punishment for today Liz,” he whispered and very gently undressed me and waited for me to undress him. He held out his hand and we got into bed together. As he kissed me and worshipped my body I found such heights of ecstasy, safe in the knowledge that I belonged to him completely.

Later that night I used all my knowledge of him and skill to bring him to climax three times. Once in my mouth, once in my clit, which was painful, but wonderfully so, as his wonderful cock massaged my new bolt and finally deep in my arse.

My Master loved me and was pleased with me. I knew that I had pleased his friends and him and I had been claimed as his property. What a day, what more could any girl want?

As I turned over to sleep the welts from my whipping stung my side. I winced and Master reached for the soothing ointment and rubbed it oh so gently over them. They would stay there for at least three weeks as marks of disobedience and a deserved punishment but I knew that his tattoos would be on my cheeks until I died. Acknowledging this I smiled, turned over, and slipped into a deep and comfortable sleep.