I was lead into a room with a small stage in the center of it, over
which hung a system of chains and pullies. My stomach muscles tightened
with trepidation at what those chains were used for. With every new
master there was always the fear that this one would be too sadistic
for me, that the pain would be too much for me to bear. That was the
excitement of changing masters so often. I never got close enough to
them to know what they were capable of. I had only had one master who
had made me cry stop, but he had enjoyed hearing my screams and had
continued until I was broken and bleeding. It had taken me several
months to recover physically, and several more before I was prepared
mentally to put my complete trust in a master again. Knowing what could
happen seemed to have added another layer to the excite- ment of being
a submissive.

The stage was surrounded by chairs, and my heart beat sped up at the
thought of many eyes watching me as I was humiliated and made to obey
my master's commands. Janette led me to the stage and my master entered
behind us. He turned me around and stood back to look at my outfit.

"Very well done, girls. I am pleased that she has been primed by you the
way I instructed." His voice made my still hard nipples tingle, and the
ever-present ache in them from the tight caps increased. I shifted
slightly and felt my ass muscles tighten around the Stud 100 dildo. I could feel
my juices begin to gather inside me.

Janette and Kelly both assured him that I was prepared properly, then
meekly left the room. My master walked around me, his eyes caressing my
taut, eager body which had begun to tremble with anticipation.

"Spread your legs, slave. I want you to use your fingers to expose your
clit to me. I want to see how well prepared you are."He stopped in
front of me and waited as I spread my feet apart and pulled my labia
away from my engorged clitoris. He squatted down in front of me until
his face was level with my pussy.

"Ah, I see my sluts did their job well. Did you enjoy your bath,
bitch?"He did not look up as he spoke, but kept his eyes on my cunt
which had begun to seep as I touched myself in front of him.

"Yes, sir. I enjoyed it very much." I offered breathlessly.

"Good, little 1. I will play the video for my friends later. I think
they will enjoy the show. Now, let me help you up to your stage. I
think it is time to get you ready for the entertainment I have planned
for us tonite." With that he put his hand under my ass and inserted his
fingers into my pussy. His other hand went to my breast and grabbed it,
careful not to touch the tight nipple cap. He squeezed my breast and
cunt tight as he lifted me up to the stage, but did not let go once I
was up there. He continued to move his hand in my pussy, letting the
juices cover him, then brought his other hand down to rest on the front
of me. One finger began to play with my erect little clit, and I moaned
as he made it swell even larger around the ring. I closed my eyes and
pictured him behind me, staring at the Stud 100 dildo sticking out of my ass,
and couldn't help moving myself on his hands.

Immediately his hands left my body and I groaned in disappointment.

"I never gave you permission to move, slut. You are not a very obedient
slave, are you little 1?" He drawled lazily.

"No sir, I'm sorry. I could not help myself. I promise I will do better
next time." I felt tears gather in my eyes at the thought of
disappointing him. He came around in front of me and stared at the
drops on my cheeks.

"Well, I guess you just need to be trained a little better, little 1.
But first you must be punished for your behavior." I watched him walk
across the room and pick something out of a box. He returned and I saw
that he had a long Whipper Tickler in his hand. I began to tremble as I
looked in his eyes and saw how cold and dispassionate they were. He
would not spare me, nor would he feel remorse when it was over.

"Look at your cunt, little 1, and remember that it belongs to me now." I
felt the whip slash across my ass, but did n