Chapter One
I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face as it streamed through the open window, which in itself caused me some confusion, knowing that I was laying on my bed and the sun did not reach that part of the house this time of year. I lay there quietly for a moment, still not opening my eyes, listening to the sounds around me. There were voices, lots of voices, coming from outside the window, all sounding completely foreign to me. I knew something was not right and I felt my heart rate increase as I became more anxious, not wanting to open my eyes, fearing it would confirm my worst fears. I tried to think back…I had been laying on my bed reading one of my favourite books, science fiction of course, about the planet Gor. I usually had to rest most afternoons, I had been having slight problems with my back and the Doctor had instructed me to wear a Milwaukee brace for a few months to try and fix the problem. I had adjusted well to wearing the brace, but needed to rest a lot. As usual I had drifted off to sleep while reading, but I vaguely remembered waking at some stage and seeing a bright light, only for a few moments…and voices…voices similar to what I could hear now outside. I moved around a little as I lay quietly, stretching my fingers out, feeling the softness of some sort of fur. My eyes snap open, and I glance down to where I am laying. I am not on my bed. Glancing around I discover I am not in my room either. I seem to be in some sort of sleeping quarters, and my bed consists of a few animal furs strewn over the floor. Taking a few deep breaths I try to reassure myself, it must be a dream, it can’t really be happening. I roll over onto my stomach and ease myself up onto my knees before gently rising to my feet, smiling to myself as I see I can’t even get rid of this brace in my dreams. I pull my silk wrap close around me as I walk over to the window and look out. Putting my hand out to steady myself as I look outside, my mouth becomes dry and I’m almost paralyzed with fear. I have no idea where I am, the place looks a little familiar, and I wrack my brains trying to recall where I have seen this place before. The buildings are much more advanced than anything I can recall ever seeing before, but there was one familiar site, the sun was still shining, and I could just make out the shadow of the moon in the distance. Taking a deep breath, I notice how fresh the air smells, and as I looked out to the horizon, everything was perfectly clear, no smoke, no smog, no pollution. Everything was just perfect. Then it suddenly dawned on me where I had seen this place before; this was the city of Ar, the oldest city on the planet Gor. I had seen an artist’s rendition of it on the cover of one of my books. I decided I had to be dreaming, there was no way I could be on the planet Gor, it just wasn’t possible. I was still trying to come to grips with the situation when I heard the door open quietly…..
Standing in the doorway is a man. Quite human in appearance, although rather tall, probably around 6’4″. His dark hair is tied back into a ponytail and He has the most intense eyes I have ever seen. Almost like He can read my soul, my every thought and emotion. His body is clothed in a long dark blue robe, tied loosely around His waist. I think hard…blue…what does that make Him ? Yes, the caste of scribes, He would be a writer or historian of some sorts. Panic suddenly sets in, as I wonder what role I am to play here, knowing that the role of women is usually one thing and one thing only, unless you were lucky enough to be a free woman, of which I had this sense of impending doom that I wasn’t going to be that lucky.
I stand frozen to the spot, unsure of what to do, my eyes locked onto His as He walks across the room towards me. He stops in front of me, towering over me as I press myself back into the wall behind me.
“On your knees slave” He says quietly.
I can’t move. I can hardly breathe. I try to speak, but nothing comes out. My legs start to tremble and time seems to stand still, shattered only by the sound of His voice as he starts to get angry with me…
“I said on your knees slave…do it now… harta!”
The command for me to move faster sinks into my brain and shocks me into reality, sinking to my feet at his knees, my posture perfectly straight due to the constraints of the brace. My mind races as I try to remember the nadu position from the books I have read. Spreading my thighs as wide as I can, blushing slightly, my hands resting on my thighs, holding my chest out and my head held high, though lowering my eyes from His gaze. He steps back a few paces from me to find a chair, sitting down He stretches out His long legs and looks at me thoughtfully…..
“You know of the ways of Gor slave ?” He asks.
I look up at him briefly and nod in acknowledgement. I can’t for the life of me remember if I am allowed to speak, but I decide to take the chance.
“Yes…I know a little…but not much…mostly just from what I have read in books…Master…ummm….aaaahhhh…I have no idea what Your name is I’m sorry……..” My voice trails off as I finish speaking, afraid of offending Him if I say anything more. He sits back in His chair and smiles slightly at me.
“You may call me Master Gorath….for that is what I am now….your Master….you are mine…hand picked by me….watched for many months before bringing you here. I am well known for my passion in liking my women to be …shall we say…unusual” He chuckles to Himself at this last statement, seeming to find some personal amusement in it. He rises to His feet and heads to the door, turning back to me and staring intently at me with His piercing eyes.
“I need to find you some more suitable attire slave, you may look around the rooms on this floor, but do NOT touch anything…do you understand? I shall return in an ahn”.
I nod in understanding as He leaves the room. Taking a deep breath I try to gather my thoughts a little. An ahn? That’s about 40 minutes…I think…oh hell I can’t remember. I feel the hot tears prick the back of my eyes and blink furiously, determined not to give in to them. I groan to myself as I wonder what sort of clothes He will bring back for me. So far I have kept my brace well hidden under my wrap, and without some assistance I am unable to take it off before He returns.
I lay back down on the furs on the floor, wondering why I have this desire not to disappoint Him, why I want to please Him…why I have this unmistakable urge inside me to submit to Him totally…..
I lay quietly on the floor…..awaiting His return…..
Chapter Two
I decide that taking a look around the rooms is probably not a wise thing to do under the circumstances. I still could not recall enough Gor protocol to make me feel confident enough to want to venture any further than this room. Resting quietly on the furs I try to relax. It’s not long before the door opens and Master Gorath returns, with an armload of various clothes, which He places on the table before sitting down in His chair again. A smile crosses His face and He leans forward, resting His elbows on His thighs and placing His chin on His hands and looking directly into my eyes.
“Stand for me slave…and remove your attire” He says softly.
Slowly I get to my feet, trying not to move awkwardly, taking deep breaths to try and stop myself from shaking. I have no idea how He will react to my brace, whether He will be angry, confused, curious, or if He will even laugh at me. I take one last deep breath, and start to undo my wrap, letting it slip off my shoulders in one fluid motion to land on the floor. I look at Him, almost daring Him to comment, but He just sits quietly…watching…His eyes roaming over every inch of my body, taking it all in. He doesn’t say a word, but rises from His chair and walks slowly around me. He taps His fingers on the plastic encasing my hips, running His fingertips over the smoothness, and then lets His fingers trail down my back between the two strips of metal. The sensation is incredible; I close my eyes momentarily and soak up the softness of His touch on my skin. He moves round in front of me, and His eyes travel from my encased hips right up to my neck where the metal collar sits snugly. He walks around me again, still saying nothing, His eyes hardly seem to be looking at my actual body, but at the brace. I’m not sure whether to be relieved or offended. He steps back from me, a thoughtful look on His face as He speaks.
“It is an interesting piece of attire slave…incredibly ugly in its materials…but interesting…does it serve a purpose? ”
I relax a little, relieved that He does not seem angry to find me wearing the brace, and try to choose my words carefully so I can explain to Him the reason for me wearing it.
“There is a reason yes Master Gorath. I had been having back pain for a while, and my physician discovered that my spine was not totally straight. It is only a minor defect, and will not require much time to fix. This is what they call a Milwaukee brace Master, its purpose is to keep my back perfectly straight and my shoulders right back, to give me perfect posture, and restrict the movement of my spine as much as possible”.
Gorath walks around me again, looking closely at every detail on the brace. He stands to one side of me and orders me to lean forward. I manage to tilt forward just a little, barely noticeable, and a brief smile passes His lips. He spends the next few minutes getting me to try and move in various directions, testing the limits of the brace, He seems fascinated by the restrictions it imposes on me. He returns to His chair and sits, and beckons for me to come over to Him.
Cautiously I walk towards Him, when I reach His chair He starts to undo His robe, and my eyes look away in embarrassment as the full evidence of His arousal is exposed to me. He takes the cord from His robe and smirks at my embarrassment, telling me to turn away from Him and place my hands behind my back, which I do. He ties my wrists together firmly with the cord, and I suddenly start to feel completely helpless. Sitting upright in His chair, totally naked, I can’t take my eyes off His body, and feel my own body reacting to the sight of His. He smiles at me and talks to me in that low soft voice that just seems to strip away my defences….
“Come to Me slave…climb up onto my lap…and only do exactly what I tell you do…”
I move towards Him slowly, and carefully climb up onto His lap. I have to work hard at keeping my balance, the brace holding my back perfectly straight, and unable to use my hands for support as they are tied behind me. Placing one leg either side of His thighs on the chair, I move myself up as far as I can manage, until I am resting just in front of Him, His face just inches away from my breasts, and His cock nudging against the mound of my shaven cunt. My breathing becomes rapid, my face slightly flushed at the nearness of Him, the smile on His face as He looks at my exposed body makes me wish I could just crawl under a rock…..His voice brings me back to reality….
“So here you are slave…only inches away from me…unable to move…totally at my mercy…”
He places both of His hands on my shoulders, and lets His fingers trace downwards, slowly moving towards the soft curve of my breasts…
“Now I wonder what sort of a reaction I would get if I was to do this….” He whispers softly.
His fingers reach my nipples, and He starts to move them in slow circles around them, sending little shocks of pleasure rippling through my body, closing my eyes a soft moan escapes my lips as I feel them swell and throb to His touch. Closing my eyes I bask in the luxury of His caress….before being shocked back into consciousness as He pinches my nipples firmly and twists them cruelly, pulling them towards Him. I brace my legs against the sides of His chair, fighting to keep my balance, feeling myself being pulled towards Him, unable to bend or put my hands out to steady myself. I gaze into His eyes…seeing a mixture of desire and power…His voice thickening with lust as He speaks…
“most slaves would be wriggling like whores on My lap now….but you cannot move…you are powerless…it takes all your energy just to keep yourself from falling onto Me”….His fingers release my nipples and I take a deep breath and relax a little on His lap….”you are very beautiful slave….but your beauty is not your only asset….I chose you for many reasons as you will soon discover”…..His fingers move over the curves of the plastic on my hips…and He smiles…”and it seems you have brought with you another asset that I am going to enjoy….very much I think”.
Before I even notice what He is doing, He slips one hand between my legs, and sinks His index finger deep into my cunt. I gasp as He enters me, gripping His finger tightly, feeling the wetness flow from inside me. He slowly lets His thumb massage against my clit as He leans forward and takes a nipple between His lips, sucking slowly, flicking His tongue over the hardness, sending shivers down my body. His free hand moving up to caress the plastic encasing my hips, drawing me into Him. My body strains against the brace…wanting to gyrate my hips against Him and rub myself up and down His body, unable to move, all I can do is sit there and let His fingers and lips create the most incredible sensations as He explores my body. Suddenly He removes His finger from inside me and lifts me up slightly with both His hands. I gasp as I feel the sudden force of His cock as He thrusts it inside me, holding me tightly to Him He pumps Himself deep inside of me, His teeth cruelly biting at my nipples. Although my body is wracked with the pain of His assault, the desire still flares deep within my groin as He increases His thrusts into me. Within moments He is exploding deep inside of me, trembling against me as I feel Him pump His seed deep into my needy cunt, gripping Him tightly, milking Him of every last drop of His precious fluid. As He recovers His composure, He undoes my hands, and I can’t help but feel cheated, as my own desires still throb deep inside me, aching to be released. He must sense my disappointment, as He brings His hand up to grip my chin tightly and forces me to look into His eyes as He speaks harshly to me….
“you forget your place slave…..you are here to please me….not the other way around….you have to earn your release….earn your right to feel pleasure…do you understand?”
I nod softly, whispering that yes I understood. Gorath smiles at me, speaking a little softer now..
“but you have done well slave, I am pleased with you….” He traces the brace with His fingers, looking thoughtfully at it …”I like the basic design of this…and the restrictions it creates on your movements slave….but I want to design a new one…one that is more appealing to the eye…”…He smiles up at me and lifts me carefully off His lap…..”Now, let me help you out of this so you can go and take a hot bath….then you can curl up into those furs and warm my bed for me…I am going to go and do some work for a while in my study and will return later my slave”.
Helping me out of the brace He directs me to where I can take a bath, and leaves the room taking the brace with Him so He can work on a new design. I sink into the warmth of the hot water, feeling it caress my aching body, wondering what the night had in store for me…….
Chapter Three
The bath almost drains me of all my energy, and when I curl up into the furs on the floor, I almost don’t even hear Master Gorath return to the room. Suddenly I feel a pair of arms entwine around my waist, and draw me in close to their body. My eyes open slowly and I look up into the face of Master Gorath, and I smile softly up at Him. He smiles back down at me, and strokes my hair gently, leaning down towards me He kisses my neck softly whilst talking to me…
“Did you enjoy your bath my slave?” He asks
I tilt my neck to one side, wriggling gently in His arms, His kisses sending shivers of pleasure along my body. I manage to mumble a “yes Master” as I arch my body into Him, pressing up against Him, feeling Him push back into me. His fingers trail slowly over the curves of my body as He keeps on speaking softly…between kisses….
“I redesigned your brace slave….” ….biting softly on my ear….”the design is much more…hmmm ….attractive shall we say, more fitting for a body as exquisite as yours…”….letting His tongue trail down my neck, nipping at the flesh on my shoulders…..”I have dropped a drawing of the design off at the house of a man whom I will employ to make it for Me….”…..kissing softly from my shoulders, slowly down my arms…” tomorrow morning, we will go for a fitting in case there are adjustments that need to be made, I have ordered him to stay up all night until it is finished..”…He rolls me away from Him onto my back, and takes my hands and pins them above my head as He towers over me…”as much as I adore seeing your sensual body restricted my slave….tonight I want to see you move…I want to see You writhe underneath me…I want to hear you beg for release…I want to taste the sweetness of your body…as You submit to me totally….tonight my sweet slave….you will truly be Mine..”
I stare back up into His eyes, totally under His spell, feeling the strength in His arms as He pins me to the floor. At that moment, I would have done anything for Him, absolutely anything. His lips move back to my neck again, so soft and gentle, working their way down my body. My body aches to feel His touch, wanting to Him to caress every inch of me. His tongue slides down over my left breast, reaching the nipple, flicking softly at it, circling it slowly, taking it between his lips and tugging gently. A whimper of pleasure escapes my lips, I don’t want the sensations to end, I want to feel Him touch me like this for the rest of my life. He moves to my right breasts, giving it the same wonderful attention, before slipping down my body a little further, kissing the curve of my stomach as His fingers massage my breasts softly. I lift my hips against Him, pushing into His chest, aching to find something to rub myself against. I hear Him laugh softly as He moves even further down, and I almost hold my breath in anticipation of where I will feel his touch next. He prises my legs apart and I feel His soft kiss on the inside of my thighs up by my knees, and He starts to talk to me in soft whispers….
“Who am I slave?” He whispers
I writhe on the floor, my whole body aching…”You are my Master…” I gasp softly. He kisses further up my thigh, His tongue lapping softly at the smooth flesh…
“what is your purpose in life slave?” He whispers…His arousal becoming evident in His voice, the warm sweet musky scent of my sex rising up to fill our senses, driving us both to incredible heights of desire. I try to find my voice to answer….
“m…m…my purpose….umm…ahhh….ohhh damn that feels good….ummm….to serve You Master…..to bring You pleasure however You desire…whenever You desire it …ummm…to be at Your beck and call 24 hours a day…for whatever service You require Master…ohhhhh damn yesssss…”
A low growl escapes His throat as He allows His tongue to make one long, smooth, flowing lick along the wet slit of my cunt….
“And who does this cunt belong to slut?” He asks huskily…lapping at the sweet nectar, twirling His tongue around my clit, nibbling gently, stroking softly with His fingertips along the swollen lips of my cunt. My head spins in pleasure, thrusting myself up against His tongue, on the brink of explosion, fighting for my breath as i try to answer Him…
“mmmmm Masterrrr..its Yours….all Yours….pleeeeaseee Master….I need to cum…I can’t hold back…ohhhhh damn…” He moves away from His cunt, crawling up my body, licking and sucking at my flesh as He draws me in close to Him. I feel the head of His cock nudge against His cunt, and then feel it slip inside, so slowly at first, the soft walls caressing it as it slips deeper inside. Arms and legs wrap around each other, two bodies becoming one, moving in perfect time, feeling the passion building in both of us….
“cum for Me slut….cum for Me now…”….He whispers into my ear. Its all the encouragement I need, a few more strokes from His throbbing cock is all it takes to push me over the edge. I almost pass out in ecstasy as I explode, my body trembling beneath Him, His cunt twitching around His cock as He moves slowly in and out, easing me through my orgasm, riding it out with me, feeling His own desire peaking, until He draws me in closer and clings to my body in desperation as He explodes into His own shattering climax.
He pulls the furs up over our bodies, as we are starting to chill a little from the sweat, arms and legs still entangled. We fall into blissful slumber, Master and slave bound together…both dreaming of the day ahead……
Chapter Four
I arose early the next morning, gently untangling myself from Master Goraths’ arms as He slept. I was keen to make a good impression on Him so I decided to see what I could do about getting Him some breakfast. Glancing down at my naked body I decide that clothes should probably be the first thing I should find. The pile of clothes that Master brought back last night were still on the table so I began to sort through them. They were beautiful silks, in various colours, though I had to smile as I held them up, seeing how sparse they were, they were certainly not going to cover much. Then again, I guess that was the intention. Choosing one in a soft lilac colour, I slip it over my head. Looking to the sides I find some hooks, and pull the silks tightly across my body. Looking at my reflection in the mirror I find it very pleasing to the eye. The tunic is short, very short. As I look behind and bend slightly, the cheeks of my ass are exposed, along with a tempting glimpse of my Masters cunt lips. There a slits cut into the tunic, allowing a generous view of my flesh to anyone who may care to look, and the hooks don’t quite draw the material together, leaving the sides of my body totally exposed. There were no sleeves in the tunic, and I find a matching cord known as a slave girdle to tie around my waist. I run my fingers through my hair, and satisfied with my appearance, I head off to find the kitchen.
It does not take me long to find the kitchen and I set about seeing what I can find for Master Goraths breakfast. I settle on some sa-tarna bread, with olives and dates, and some bosk cheese. Carrying it all on a silver tray very carefully I tiptoe back to the sleeping quarters. Master Gorath is awake, and sitting up on the furs, doing nothing to hide His body or His arousal as He watches me. I kneel at His feet and place the tray by His side, before I can say a word He starts to speak…
“Thank you slave…you have done well. Do not worry about the formalities of serving yet, I realise you have a lot to learn, and have had no formal training in this area, I shall rectify that in the near future”.
I lower my eyes and look down at the floor…”yes Master…and thank you Master…for understanding”
I glance back up at Him, and notice He is appraising my body with His eyes, His glance lingering on my plunging neckline, watching the soft curves of my breasts rise and fall with each breath I take. The scraps of silk make me feel more naked than if I was not wearing anything at all, and I feel paralysed as He moves towards me. When He reaches me He rises on to His knees, still towering above me, the last of the furs falling from around His torso, His manhood inches from my face as He grabs my hair and draws me upwards towards it. He tilts my chin with His other hand, forcing me to look up at Him as He speaks…
“Now my precious slave….let me see just how skilled You are in the art of pleasure”. His hands press my head down to His groin and I make myself comfortable at His feet as I move in to pleasure Him as best as I can.
I feel the warmth of His thighs against my cheek, closing my eyes and brushing against them softly, tilting my head upwards to let my breath flow over the soft curves of His balls, before flicking out my tongue and using it to stroke gently underneath them. Feeling Him shudder as I find that sensitive spot, pressing gently on it with my tongue, before licking my lips and easing one of His balls gently into my mouth. Rolling my tongue over the soft flesh as I gently suck, then slipping the second one between my lips, enjoying the sensation of Him in my mouth. Slipping it from my lips, my tongue trails lightly up the length of His cock, reaching the head and circling it slowly. My warm breath caressing it softly, my tongue finding the slit and easing it inside, searching for the drips of precum. I feel Masters hands entwining tightly into my hair, His hips pressing forward, His breathing becoming rapid. Licking my lips I let the head slip between them, moaning softly as I taste His desire, swirling my tongue around the shaft, taking Him deeper and deeper. A low growl escapes Master Goraths throat, His hips start to rhythmically pump against me, I relax my mouth and throat, taking every inch of His throbbing cock, my teeth lightly grazing the shaft, lips firmly grasping, caressing the smooth sides as they slip between them. I look up at my Master, seeing total pleasure on His face, His eyes closed, lost in His own little world of ecstasy as He fucks His whores mouth.
The sight is enough to almost make me cum right on the spot, and I want nothing more than to taste His precious seed on my lips. Gorath looks down at me, with a look of pure lust on His face as He speaks…
“damn you are good slut…yessssss…so close now…..does My slut want to taste Me ?”
I nod frantically as I look up to Him, my eyes pleading for Him to grace my lips with His beautiful cum. I feel Him start to twitch between my lips, His shaft firming like rock, knowing His explosion is near, I start to ease Him to the back of my throat, swallowing slowly to stop myself from gagging, awaiting His release. His hands pull hard on my hair, His hips pounding desperately against my face, His voice filling my mind….
“yesssssssss……take it slut….take my seed….ARRRGGGGHHHHH YESSSSSSSSS…..”
He cries out in pleasure, and I feel the warmth of His cum hit the back of my throat, whimpering in ecstasy as I taste Him, I ease my lips slowly back and forth over the shaft, milking Him of every precious drop, licking and sucking delicately. Lapping gently around the head, I drain Him of the last few drips, cleaning the length of His shaft and around His balls, not missing a drop of His cum. He slumps to the floor, drained of energy, as I sit at His feet and lick the last few dribbles from my lips, my eyes bright with desire and love as I gaze down at my Master. He looks up at me and just smiles, words not necessary, I know I have pleased Him well.
Once He has regained His breath He stands and dresses, then reaches into a cupboard and brings out a simple steel collar which He snaps around my neck.
“This will have to do until we get into town slave, where we shall pick up your new brace” He says, smiling down at me.
Reaching into His pocket He pulls out a lead and attaches it to the collar and jerks me to my feet with a quick tug. He heads to the door, and I follow behind Him, nervously anticipating my first glimpse of the outside world……
Chapter Five
Stepping outside Masters Goraths house I realise just how barely clad I am as the breeze rushes around my body, causing my flesh to shiver. I try to cover my hardening nipples with my hands as best as I can as I walk briskly down the road after my Master. I have to walk quickly as His long strides easily double my own steps. There are many other slaves out with their Masters, and I look at the different kinds of garments and collars with interest, and wonder what my new brace will be like, blushing slightly as I feel myself become wet between the legs at the thought of wearing my brace again. I try to keep my head down as we walk through the town, but I can feel everyones eyes on me, wondering who I am.
After walking for around 20 minutes we stop outside a small building, Gorath opens the door and enters pulling me inside behind Him. We go to the back of the house where there is a small workshop. There is a man working there, He nods to Gorath and gestures towards a bench where there is something covered with a large piece of cloth. Gorath walks over and removes the cloth, and smiles, then walks back towards me and removes the collar from around my neck.
“Remove your attire slave” He says quietly.
I blush slightly, knowing that the craftsman is still present in the room, but realising that protesting will do me no good I begin to remove my silks, letting them slip to the floor leaving me naked in the center of the room. Gorath goes back to the table and examines the craftsman’s work in more detail. I don’t hear the craftsman behind me until He speaks.
“She is a fine specimen Gorath” He says as He looks over my body. Gorath looks up and smiles.
“Yes she is Armand, and extremely talented I might add”
Both men laugh at Goraths comment, and I want the ground to open up and just swallow me whole. Armand walks around me, looking me over very carefully. Suddenly I hear Master Goraths voice cut through the silence.
“Spread your legs slave” He commands. I look up at Him, totally confused, but doing as He wishes and spreading my legs slightly. He gives me a look that says..don’t question me, just do as I tell you, and remember just what and who you are. Then He smiles again and looks up at Armand.
“Why don’t You sample her my friend” He says, and I feel my blood run cold with fear, or was it desire, I couldn’t quite figure it out. Armand smiles and moves in behind me, encircling one arm around my waist and letting His fingers tease my nipples. His other hand slips between my legs and I feel His fingers start to probe, a warm wave of desire flows through my body, and I push back against Armand and start to rock gently on His fingers, looking over at my Master, smiling to myself as I see He is enjoying watching the scene before Him. I can feel Armands breath on my neck, feel His fingers deep inside my wet cunt, feel His desire pressing into the small of my back, soft whimpering sounds of pleasure escaping my lips as I writhe like the whore that I am on His hand. Suddenly He withdraws His hand and brings it up to His mouth, licking His fingers as He moves back round in front of me, leaving me gasping for breath and aching for release. He walks over to Master Gorath and they start talking in whispers, looking over at me occasionally and smiling. After a few moments Master Gorath calls me over and holds up the brace that Armand has made. The workmanship is amazing. I run my fingers over the soft leather that will encase my hips, then along the metal strips, gasping as I see they are gold plated with tiny diamonds forming intricate patterns along them. They lead up to a gold collar, with brightly coloured jewels running around the edges, the light bouncing off them causing them to sparkle and reflect off the walls of the room. Master Gorath opens the brace and I step carefully into it. He pulls it up over my hips and tightens the ties around me. Armand clips the collar segment around my neck and fastens everything into place, checking that everything is a perfect fit and that no parts of the metal are cutting into my skin. I feel my body press against the metal restraints as I breath heavily, looking down at myself, admiring the way my waist is securely held in tightly by the leather. Running my fingertips over the soft curves of my breasts as they push outwards with my better posture, smiling at my Master, totally speechless. Gorath laughs and looks at Armand.
“I think she likes it Armand….You have done an excellent job my friend…..and…seeing as My slut seemed to be enjoying Your attention earlier, I think it might be a good idea if we test this out together Armand…what do You think ?”
By the smile on Armands face I know He thinks it is a good idea, and I look at the both of them, licking my lips softly as I feel my mouth start to dry. Armand moves in behind me and locks my arms behind my back, while Master moves slowly towards me and gets down onto His knees. I feel His breath on my thighs, then feel the pressure of His face against the leather of my brace. I moan softly as I feel Him start to lick the leather, straining against the metal as I try to push out towards Him. Armand releases me from His grip and Master Gorath stands and picks me up in His arms, parting His robe as He rests against the bench. I wrap my legs around His waist as He holds me, my back perfectly straight, breasts thrust upwards towards His face. I gasp as I feel Him thrust His cock into His wet cunt, and I try to arch backwards but can’t, pushing against the brace, I feel His lips enclose my nipples and lick and suck them into perfect peaks. Armand moves in behind me and I feel Him bite gently on my neck, His hands moving round to cup my breasts as Master nibbles on them. I feel Armands cock nudge against my ass, and a chill runs through me. Please, not there… I say to myself…please no…don’t let Him do that….looking down at Master Goraths face my eyes open wide and I cry out as my ass starts to burn. This just seems to arouse both men even more, and they rhythmically start to fuck both my holes with intense passion. Once the pain in my ass subsides, the pleasure takes over, the tightness of the brace on my body, the closeness of the two men, the way my Masters ass and cunt feel so full….I can no longer hold back…I need to explode…..looking down helplessly at my Master…my eyes begging for the release I so desperately need. Master Gorath grins and nods at me…giving me the go ahead to let myself go…as He sucks harder on my nipples, nipping at them with His teeth. My body tenses against the brace, feeling myself start to tremble, unable to get my breath, the tension rising to unbearable heights….crying out…screams of utter pleasure and ecstasy….exploding into spasms…feeling my Masters cunt and ass twitching as my body is wracked with waves of pleasure. I feel both men tighten inside me and increase their rhythm, sending them over the edge with me. I wriggle gently in my Masters arms, easing them both through their orgasms, my face flushed with desire and my skin covered in a light sweat.
Armand slips Himself from inside me and slaps me affectionately on the ass before going to clean Himself up. Master Gorath holds me closely to Him, tenderly kissing the skin not covered by the brace, then gently placing me on the ground and helping me to ease my silks over my brace. I wriggle uncomfortably as I feel the evidence of our encounter start to run down my legs, but Master Gorath just laughs and attaches the lead to the collar of the brace and pulls me towards the door, turning and giving me a wicked smile as He speaks..
“you can clean up when we get home slut….I want people to smell the hot sex on you as you walk past….to know you are a fuck-whore….and that you belong to Me”
I walk out onto the street with Him, holding myself proud, with perfect posture due to my new brace…feeling like a perfect slut….and loving every moment of it.
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