Myra’s BDSM session on nov 13 2010

Sandra seemed more used to it because she seemed to have far less trouble with them. Our arms were bound tightly behind our backs at the elbows and wrists and clamps with little bells were clipped on our nipples. Our collars were tightened very tight, making it harder to breathe and a leash was attached to the D-ring at the front. A dildo gag completed the outfit. As on command both slave girls lowered themselves on their knees at the same time after they finished their work. A second later my Master and Sandra’s hubby walked in and grabbed our leashes. My Master tugged hard at my leash, making me almost fall over and with his face close to mine he bitched: “Now it’s starting you whore. You will get what you deserve a long time ago!” Just when I re-found my balance he tugged my leash again dragging me out the room. I stumbled behind him. “You stupid bitch, can’t you walk anymore?!” he shouted. He knew that I wasn’t used to these ballet shoes but bitched at me to humiliate me. I could only groan behind my dildo gag. He stopped between two curtains that hang on the sides of the stage and a fat man a long beard and tattoo’s was talking in a microphone to the audience. He looked like a hell’s angel. The top of his head was bald and his long hair hanged on his shoulders from the sides of his head. The crowd cheered for some reason and the man turned to were we where standing. Again my Master tugged roughly at my leash and dragged me on stage. The two young slave girls were sitting submissively on their knees at the other end of the stage. The crowd kept cheering when Sandra and me were brought to the frond edge of the stage. “Bitches! Whores! Punish them! Rape them!” They shouted. They turned us around to show the audience our naked bodies. The room was filled with around 50 people. The Doms sitting in chairs and their slaves, if they had any, kneeling naked and leashed next to them on the floor. Sandra’s Master signaled one of the young slave girls and she jumped up and got some kind of leather harness from a table. It turned out to be a double head harness. Our gags were removed and the slave girl fitted the harness very tightly on my head. Then fitted the other half on Sandra’s head. The harness pressed our mouths together so tightly that we both had to open out mouths. “Tongue each other, you fucking sluts!” my Master ordered. My tongue easily found Sandra’s and we kissed passionately. Our arms were untied and tied to a hook hanging on a cable from the ceiling and our ballet shoes were tied together. Our breasts pressed together. Sandra pushed her hips to mine. “Stop that you filthy whore!” her Master screamed and lashed his whip on her ass making Sandra jump and blow air in my mouth. She winked at me and felt her mouth smiling. “We need two extra Doms to whip these bitches, any volunteers?! “ The ‘hells angel’ screamed in his microphone and immediately hand rose high from the crowd. He picked two Mistresses and gave them both a cat-o-nine when they stepped on the stage. Sandra’s Master and one of the Mistresses stood on a 45 degrees angle behind Sandra and the other Mistress walked passed me, presumable at the same position behind me. All four of them tested the whips in the air and on their hands, making the whips lash and whistle through the air. And because they did that I totally didn’t expect that first blow at me shoulders. I Jumped and shrieked, now blowing air in Sandra’s mouth. The crowd laughed. Because I was hit first Sandra’s surprise was far less and the whipping started. Because we both were whipped by two people the tempo of the whipping was high, giving us no time to relax. Lashes landed hard on my shoulders, back, ass and legs. I gasped for air, which was difficult to get because our mouths were pressed together and Sandra was also gasping for air. Our bodies formed a pack that moved together under the constant lashes. Suddenly is stopped shortly followed by even more biting lashes. They most have changed whips. I didn’t notice it being so busy getting air and dealing with the whiplashes. Every blow bit in my skin and it felt like it was ripping my skin clear off. I screamed inside Sandra’s mouth making her cheeks fill with air. I didn’t notice the audience and Sandra’s screams seemed to come from far away. Again the whipping stopped very shortly and started again even more painfully. I was out of breath, screaming as loud as I could and my body uncontrollably spasming and trembling. I was used to a more graduate increase of pain to ‘warm’ me up. Suddenly the whipping stopped and left us girls gasping for air and trembling. “Wooohooo!!! Yeah!!” the audience cheered. “Give it to them, the filthy bitches!”

They untied us and bound us together with our backs to each other. Gagged us with ball gags with holes in them and tied our wrists, heads and feet together. My feet were killing me standing on my toes. I suddenly realized I didn’t feel them during the whipping. I moaned in discomfort. The Mistresses and Masters took their positions again with the first whips. They looked at me with evil eyes swinging their cat-o-nines. Then I saw my Master lifting the whip and lashing down at me tits. The blow hit me full force and I jumped backwards trying to avoid the whip pushing Sandra forward. A burning pain in my left tit made me tremble. Then the whipping went on in the same high tempo as the back whipping on tits, bellies, pussies, and legs. I breathed heavy which was easy now. I saw saliva flying through the air coming from the holes in my gag with every blow. They changed whips again and I felt like I was floating in thin air. My whole body was pain and I heard myself scream. Finally they stopped and the trembling of my body was worse then before. I could not hold my head still and my breathing was a staccato rhythm. Slowly the cheering of the audience reached my brain. I was totally disorientated. The room seemed to turn but slowly all returned to normal. I got a bit control over my mind and body again. 
My Master walked up to me and tied my tits very tightly, turning my tits into inflated balls. I moaned softly and my Master whispered in my ear: “you’re okay?” I nodded. They untied us and bound our elbows and wrists tightly behind our backs. My legs could barley hold my weight but my Master hold me so I didn’t fall. He hooked a hook to my tit bondage and pulled it tight. He let go of me since I couldn’t fall anymore. The slave girls rolled a heavy weighted ball over the floor and put it in front of our legs. Sandra was one meter to my right in the same position. The balls were attached to our shoes with a chain and I knew what was going to happen. Tit hanging weighted down even more by the balls. My Master pressed a button on the remote control and a hissing sound of electric motor came to life and lifting me up. I groaned as my bodyweight put a high strain on my tits that were now slowly turning into a blue-ish color. My Master stopped the hoist before the ball was also lifted. Saliva leaked onto my tortured tits and pored down my belly and my legs were wet by my dripping pussy. Then he pressed the button again and lifted me higher until the ball was also free from the floor. Tears of pain rolled down my face and probably causing my eye makup to make black lines on my cheeks. I let out a long moan as the pain in my tits became worse. The crowd cheered and applauded. I looked and saw some of the female slaves giving some males a blowjob. My heart pounded in my chest making the blood vessels in my head pound against my skull. Two platforms were rolled in to let the Masters stand on and be on the same height as us. My Master and Sandra’s husband climbed on the platforms holding a thin crop. My Master showed me the crop and I looked in fear. He knew that I always got very horny being terrified and he always succeeded in terrifying me. He lashed the front of my upper legs hard and I eeked! Burning pain beamed from my skin and he lashed again, and again and kept lashing at my legs. I screamed and cried behind my gag. He lashed the backside of my legs from the bottom of my ass to almost to my ankles. My legs were on fire, I could hardly move them because of the weight hanging from my feet. The he turned to my tits and lashed them. Deep red welds appeared on my poor tits. I could not see my legs but they must look also like that. I gasped again for air after he stopped lashing at my body. He pulled a little table on the platform and I saw needles on them. I loved needles and I relaxed a bit. My tits were absurdly ballooned and almost purple. I hanged from my tits before and I knew all marks would disappear in a few weeks. 

My Master peeled open the plastic package of the first needle and took it out. With the needle between his fingers he scraped the needle lightly across my ballooned tits. I moaned in pleasure, lingering in my subspace trance. Then he set the needle in my nipple and slowly pushed more force on it. I opened my mouth wider letting the gag dangle freely in my mouth when I felt the pain of the sharp needle pushing against my sensitive nipple and then it broke through my skin. It slowly traveled through the soft tissue of my nipple freezing my mouth and a long AAAAAAAAA escaped through the gag. Finally the needle broke through the skin again and was pushed through my nipple. The sharp pain subsided. I heard Sandra eeking when her nipple was pierced with a needle. We were simultaneously tortured suffering the exact same ordeals. The needles kept coming until my nipples were pierced with 6 needles each forming a perfect star. My Master lowered down to his knees and took another needle. He pulled my inner pussy lip out and slowly pushed the needle all the way through. Tears rolled over my face again when needle after needle pierced my pussy lips. I didn’t count the needles in my pussy but my inner lips as well as my outer lips were full of needles. I felt small streams of blood running from my nipples and pussy, or was it pussy juice? The young slave girls brought in electric shock devices. My Master set the device in the little table and connected the cables to the needles in my nipples and pussy lips and switched it on. At first I didn’t feel anything but soon my Master turned the device up and the shocking went worse. The shocks came in a staccato rhythm and made my muscles strain with every jolt. The knob was turned up higher en higher until both me and Sandra yelled out in pain. The electric torture seemed to last ages in which in fact might be only minutes but I could not stop the spasming of my body. With a loud scream suddenly a huge orgasm exploded in my body making me shake violently. The ball hanging at my feet smashed into the table and almost knocked my Master off balance. The orgasm kept on going, wave after wave until it faded away leaving me again gasping for air. “Look at the fucking bitch!” My Master screamed at the audience. “This stupid winch cummes on pain!” it wasn’t the pain but the spasming of my cunt muscles caused by the current massaged my clit. The crowd screamed: “The fucking whore!! What a horny slut! Smack her, beat the bitch!” My master slapped me hard in the face while screaming “You whore!!” He slapped me again and again. Finally he switched off the current and removed the cables. He removed all the needles and lowered me down on the stage. He untied my tits and forced me down on the floor. He took the terrible boots off and left me lying on the stage floor for a while to rest a bit. I rubbed my sore tits, arms and feet to simulate the blood flow. But not much time was given to me for recovery. Quickly he removed the gag from my mouth, dragged me to Sandra and forced me to lick her cunt. I tasted her sweet juices and sucked her clit, making her moan in intense pleasure. “Make that whore cum you stupid slut!” Sandra’s Master shouted at me. I licked her slice and sucked her clit as if my life depended on it and soon Sandra also exploded into a wild orgasm. 

My Master grabbed my ass and pulled me on my knees and rammed his cock into my cunt. He fucked me wild, smashing his hips against my ass. It didn’t take long till he pulled out, grabbed me by my hear and pushed his cock hard in my throat. He cummed on my face, shooting hot sperm in my eyes, cheeks and mouth. When he was recovered he dragged me to a bondage device and tied me onto it. My arms tightly at my back with my hands to my elbows and a head harness bound to my arms so my head would stay up and my mouth open. My legs in a 90 degrees angle from my body and my body resting on a leather padded plank. My ass sticked out, making both holes accessible.“Okay, guys, rape her!! Fuck the shit out of her!” Immediately the men jumped up and rammed their cocks in my throat pussy and ass. I gagged, choked on the huge cocks and the raping kept on. There was one thing I wanted to check and therefore I forced myself to clear my mind and think strait. I locked at the men raping Sandra and saw to my satisfaction they all had condoms round their cocks when they fucked her ass or pussy. Knowing that I let myself slip away again in my sex trance. Cock after cock abused my holes. My cunt was buzzed to countless forced orgasms with a big vibrator pressed against my clit. At one point I was turned around on my back. My legs tied widely spread and my arms down. My head was forced back. The gangbang went on, men fucking my holes, cumming over my body and face and pissing on me. I don’t know how long they feasted over our exhausted bodies but the amount of cocks raping our holes faded gradually until it finally stopped. 

My Master walked up to me and untied me. I could not stand on my feet and he held me tight. Carried me to a cum stained couch and we lay down. He kissed me and petted my hair like I was a pet. When I got back at this earth he asked me how I felt. I told him It was sooo good! I loved it, every second of it. He asked me if I wanted to be treated like a slave till I got home or as a normal woman. I said I wanted to be a slave till I got home. After I said that my Master got up, tied me and locked me in a cage. He walked away to take a shower, leaving me tied, naked in the cage. My body stinking from the cum and the piss. When he got back he tied my hands behind my back, gagged me, blindfolded me and guided me outside. It was cold outside and I shivered, my bare feet walking on the cobble stones of the parking lot. In the van I heard a noise of a cage opening. He forced me down and I had to lay down in the cage. He secured my body inside the cage so I could not slide when the van had to brake. He finished with locking the cage. Still naked, tied, gagged and blindfolded the trip back home started. I was exhausted and slept all the way. I was woken when we arrived back at the empty parking lot. He untied me, took the gag and the blindfold off and helped me to my feet. He hugged me and kissed me and said: “Thanks darling, it was great.” I just nodded, still groggy from the sleep and exhaustion. He helped me in my coat and shoes and guided me to his mercedes. It was day daylight so it must be at least 8 o’clock Sunday morning. 

After I got home I took a quick shower and went strait to bed and slept through most of the day…$c&u=
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