Involved in Bondage games Emily thinks its only a new thrill when
three
men show up at her home to take her away naked and in chains. But she
soon learns she has been enrolled in a slave training program -
whether
she likes it or not.


Have you ever tried to walk with an 8" Classic Dong inside you? It's weird, let
me
tell you. I had a dildo, a big one, up my pussy and a Large butt plug
in
my ass. There was no fear of them falling out because I was also
wearing skin-tight jeans. The jeans squeezed into my pussy very
tightly, and I ached there because my skin was feeling sore and raw.
I
wore a black turtleneck sweater that was just as skin tight as the
jeans. The high collar helped to hide the thin leather collar around
my
throat, and the two narrow chains which descended to my nipples and
were attached to my nipple suckers.

It had only been a few days since I'd gotten them pierced. Tommy had
tied me up spread-eagled on the bed, fondled me, gotten me incredibly
hot, then gagged me. He then opened the bedroom door and the Chinese
girl who had been in our earlier session had come in. I moaned into
the
gag, but knew there was nothing I could do about what was going to
happen.

The girl, entirely naked, had spent a lot of time licking a trail up
and down my body, sucking and chewing and biting on my breasts and
nipples, then licking my clit until I thought my head would explode.

Then she'd abruptly stopped. Tommy had brought over bowl, towels, a
bottle, a razor, and other items and set them between my legs, and
the
Chinese girl had carefully shaved what little hair I had between my
legs until I was completely bald. That had embarrassed me to no end,
despite my state of arousal, because I could see by raising my head
that I was completely bare, completely visible.

Then, however, she had rubbed something over my right nipple, and as
Tommy looked over her shoulder had squeezed at the base of my areola
and pressed a needle against my pink skin. My eyes had bulged and I'd
yelled into the gag, but of course, they had ignored me. I wasn't, to
be honest, all that opposed to the idea, but when the pain hit I
yelled
and strained against my bonds.

They used a fairly large needle to pierce both my nipples. Tommy said
he wanted to be able to put thicker rings into them and did. They
were quarter sized, and thick enough that when I was naked their
weight, though not enough to pull my nipples down, was noticeable at
all times, a constant sense of tugging. Then, my legs straining wide,
the girl had rubbed more alcohol on my pussy and pierced my clit. She
used a thinner needle, but it hurt! I was straining and screaming
into the gag for several seconds as she finished and put the third
ring
in place.

That ring was now jammed up against me by the tight jeans, and it
hurt.
But I was becoming used to sexual pain, and it was only a small
distraction, even compared to the dildo.

I was pushing a shopping cart slowly along, grabbing items off the
shelves, checking my list, just like everyone else here. But I felt
apart from them because of what I was doing, because of the dildo and
the butt-plug and the collar and chains pulling on my nipples.

I was living a life that seemed to have less and less time for
anything
but sex. Sex was coming to take over everything, even my mind. I was
spending more time tied up, and in more and more uncomfortable
positions. Lately Tommy had been hog tying me, bending my body back
so
that my ankles and wrists could be bound together, then leaving me
like
that for hours. That left my back throbbing even now. Spaghetti. I
needed spaghetti.

I pushed the cart along and inspected the cans. They were low, and I
had to bend, and feel the dildo twisting inside me, my insides moving
around it as I bent further. I squatted, then, grunting at my sore
back, at the sore muscles in my legs, then plucked the ones I wanted
and moved along.

The odd thing was I was becoming less attached to Tommy. He was
acting
like an arrogant, overbearing prick all the time now, and I can't