From: master@pipeline.com
Subject: TIT TORTURE - Friday night
Newsgroups: alt.torture
This is the story of one weekend episode of torture and punishment for a female slave. This story contains some very extreme torture scenes as well as elements of scatology. If any of that offends you, please do not read further. I personally am not into the scatological elements so I have her torture administered by a Trainer when it involves this element. Her Trainer is her husband and my also my slave.
In order to prepare her properly for this weekend, her tits had received 500 whip strokes every day for the preceding week.
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Interested female slaves are invited to inquire.
Master Jim [master@pipeline.com]
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> FRIDAY NIGHT
Master Jim
i could see a pizza box on the table and two place settings although it appeared that Trainer had already eaten, Sir. Trainer instructed me to sit down for dinner. As soon as i sat down, he attached nipple clamps (to which he had attached an extremely long chain) to my right nipple and then pulling the chain down and passing the chain between the two right legs of the chair i was sitting in and out between the left legs of the chair and back up to my left nipple, Sir. Trainer adjusted the chain so i was forced to bend down a bit in order to lessen the tug on my nipples.
Trainer asked me how many slices of pizza i wanted, with the pizza box out of my reach, He would have to serve me, Sir.
i told him i would eat two slices. He took my plate and placed two slices on it, Sir.
From my bent over position it appeared that the pizza was my favorite, pepperoni with extra cheese, but when he slid the plate in front of me i could see from the color that it was not pepperoni on the pie. For a brief second i thought it might be meatball, but the odor immediately told me i was wrong, Sir. i looked over at Trainer who had a big grin on his face as he told me, "I added my own toppings to the pizza! I call it shitteroni!" Pointing to his cock he said, "With Extra cheese." Looking at the slices again, i could see some of Trainer's cum splattered atop the slices. "Hurry and eat up, Master Jim has given me many instructions for Your weekend and we're already running later. You've got five minutes to eat up, and I don't want you wasting even a single drop of My special pie, i expect to see Your plate licked clean."
i knew i had no time to waste so i took a very large first bite, Sir. i immediately discovered that not only had Trainer added cum and shit to the pie, but some extra red pepper as well. i needed something to drink and reached for my glass, but it was empty. Trainer took the glass from me telling me he would fill it, i watched as he aimed his cock into the glass and released a stream of warm piss into it. he handed me the glass reminding me that i was not to waste a single drop, Sir. Well i took a large gulp and then continued to alternated between bites of the pizza and the large glass of piss. i finished drinking the entire glass and eating the slices with just enough time left to lick the plate clean, Sir.
Trainer examined the glass and the plate telling me i had done a good job, but now we had to hurry and get down to the basement. He crouched down next to me and grabbed the center of the chain from under the chair and quickly, but painfully, yanked both nipple clamps off with one tug, Sir. Trainer ignored my crying and just grabbed my arm and hustled me downstairs. i could see that Trainer had already laid out all of the items You had instructed him to, Sir. He tied me spread eagle on the mat, face up with a long narrow 2X4 board lying under my lower back. The ropes tied to my ankle and wrist cuffs where all tied to hooks in the ceiling so that both my arms and my legs where both spread wide and lifted up in the air. Trainer asked me to tug as hard as i could to ensure that i was completely helpless while he walked around me checking my movements, Sir. Certain that i was completely helpless he walked over to get the 'toys' he intended to use on me.
Before he returned i heard the roar of the two shop vacs and i knew what was to follow. Trainer placed a hose from each of the vacs on my tits adding additional pain to my sore nipples, Sir. Trainer yanked each of the hose off and placed them back on several times over the next few minutes. i jumped each time he yanked one off, and jump higher each time he allows the nipples to get sucked back in. The six times he did so, Trainer would tell me he just wanted to ensure that the hose was on securely, each time he'd pull one off and then put it back on, Sir. When he did it after that, Trainer would smile and say, that he did so, just because it was so much fun to watch my reaction. He finally just left the hoses on while he wound a coarse rope around the base of each of my tits forcing my tits to swell up as he wrapped the rope around several times working from the base up, Sir. The rope was tight enough to make my tits swell, but not so tight that it caused a problem with blood flow. Either way as my tits swelled they turned dark red, Sir.
Trainer left me for a few minutes with my tits tied and the hoses still milking my nipples. He returned carrying a bowl. He yanked the two hoses off and then switched off the vacs. i could see my nipples sticking out long and thin. Trainer grabbed my nipples and massaged them painfully between his fingers while commenting that they felt kind of cold and needed something to warm them up. He reached into the bowl and took out some sort of tube of ointment which he squeezed on each nipple. At first the ointment felt cool, but as Trainer spread the ointment out on both nipples, the ointment quickly heated up. i cried out that my nipples felt like they where on fire so trainer started rubbing them with the flat tip of his crop saying that he would try and rub the ointment off with his crop, Sir. He started rubbing the tip back and forth slowly at first, but he quickly increased the pace until he was actually lashing both the nipples and exposed tit that was not covered by rope. After several minutes of cropping Trainer ask if my nipples felt any cooler. Needless to say that the crop did not help with the burning sensation and i told Trainer so.
Trainer reached back into the bowl and pulled out a few ice cubes, Sir. He told me he would try and cool me off with the ice and quickly applied them to my nipples, Sir. The effect was immediate and equally painful, Sir. My nipples hardened and quickly felt frozen and painfully sore. i was really in tears and begging Trainer to remove the ice as my nipples where now too cold. Trainer smiled and said he would now have to warm them up again. He reached back into the bowl but instead of pulling out the tube of heat ointment again he pulled out two plain white candles. i was very nervous as he lit them, i couldn't remember if You had said i would be trained with just heat or fire, Sir. i must admit that i was relieved to see that he was only going to drip the hot wax on me. But Trainer quickly lowered the candles height so the sensation of the hot wax was much stronger, Sir.
Trainer allowed the wax to drip and accumulate more and more on my tits until they where both covered with thick layers of wax, Sir. Once Trainer was satisfied that i had received enough, he picked up his crop and announced that it was time to remove the wax, which he did very slowly, a small piece at a time with his crop, Sir.
As soon as that task was complete, he removed the rope and cuffs and marched me up here to write this report for You Master. This was the end of my first night of tit training.
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