Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2013 13:00:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Kai Anderson <gwmsub4domgam@yahoo.com>
Subject: SLUTTY WHORE'S SECOND SUBMISSION 03

SLUTTY WHORE'S SECOND
SUBMISSION 03

by GWMSUB4DOMGAM


"Excellent, slave.  Excellent," he repeated.  Once again, his praise washed
over me and caused a euphoria that seemed to out of place in response to
swallowing someone else's spit – yet, I was elated that I had pleased
Master. My new Master of only a few hours, whom I had never seen or met
before this morning. His treatment was far more extreme than Master Hugh,
yet, I was still rock hard and leaking pre-cum.  I was stark naked,
collared and chained with heavy steel in the middle of a scrap yard with my
hands cuffed behind my back. I had been face fucked until I threw up, and
I'd just swallowed Masters spit willingly, and I was eager for more. Much
more.  How far would I go?  How far would Master go?  =================

Master leaned forward and used both hands to range widely over my naked
flesh, from my head all the way down my chest and abdomen, and down my back
to the mounds of my arse. It felt so good to have him caress me in this
way, and it seemed as though he was enjoying doing so. His hands returned
to my nipples and he began to roll each around between his thumb and first
finger, gently at first, but slowly increasing the pressure until sharp
stabs of pain seemed to flash across my chest from side to side. I winced
and began to tremble, trying to take the pain without pulling away from
him, but I found myself beginning to sway involuntarily from side to side,
trying to relieve the worsening pain.  Suddenly Master gripped both nipples
in a vice grip and pulled them away from my chest much farther than I ever
imagines the flesh would stretch.  I let out a scream of pain, falling
forward, the suddenness of the stab of pain pulling me forward and I lost
my balance ending up face first in Masters throbbing cock and balls.

Master pulled me back into balance by grabbing my hair and tugging me away
from his gorgeous cock until I was upright again. The smile on Masters face
was infectious, and despite the pain in my nipples, I smiled back as he
caressed the side of my face as you would a pet poodle. He patted me gently
on the cheek.

"Good boy, good boy," he said tenderly and lovingly.  I felt myself flush
with joy at his commendation. I was happy to have pleased Master, having
failed so miserably at sucking his cock just moments earlier.

Master reached for something on the desk behind him and brought two black
metal bulldog clips into view, while staring straight into my eyes.  Master
was still smiling at me with his beautiful and perfect white teeth and dark
lips, but there was a slight curl upwards on the right side of Masters
mouth which struck a little fear into me. I would become very familiar with
that slight upward curl, very familiar.  Master reached forward with one
bulldog clip in each hand and squeezed them open to their fullest point. He
placed each one against my chest over my nipples and I realized what he was
about to do. My stomach clenched in a painful ball with anticipation of the
pain I was about to experience. He slowly allowed each side of the clips to
gather up the flesh around my nipples within them as he allowed them to
close.  I was surprised at first that there was no pain, but as they closed
further and further, I began to feel pressure and then a sharp instant of
pain which dulled very slightly into what felt like a red hot fire along
the length of the point the clips bit.

I released the breath I had been holding as I watched this scene unfold,
somewhat unbelieving that Master was putting these on my nipples, yet
mesmerized by the action. I winced and screwed up my face as the fire
burned and burned, but I didn't make any sounds other than short breaths to
try to control the pain.  Master grabbed a handful of my hair to pull my
gaze away from my burning nipples and back to his loving and compassionate
stare. The curl was gone, replaced by his warm and captivating full
smile. He patted my on the side of the cheek again, and once again, I was
bathed in his love and almost forgot about the fire in my chest.

Master reached to the desk behind him for a second time, and I feared what
he would return with. My eyes widened and I watched his every move as his
upper torso twisted and his still engorged cock twisted to the side,
leaving a little wet spot of pre cum on his left thigh.  Master returned
with a bottle of water, which surprised me. He opened it, held it above me,
pulled my hair to tilt my head back.

"Drink, slave," he almost whispered, as he tipped the bottle slowly to
allow the freezing cold water to spill into my mouth.  In this head back
position it was a little hard to drink normally, but the water was helping
to wash away the bile taste of my earlier cock sucking attempt and I
realized I was actually thirsty.  I got three or four big gulps down
successfully when Master allowed the remainder of the ice cold water to
wash over my face and hair, and down my body.  After being so cold and wet
outside, I had dried off and warmed up nicely inside the trailer.  The icy
cold water was shocking as it hit my warm flesh and rolled down the entire
length of my naked body. My muscles tenses and contracted in reaction
without any real conscious thought on my part, and Master chuckled a
little.

"You really do enjoy being cold and wet, don't you boy," he smirked as he
stopped pouring the water and released my hair. I felt a sudden hard impact
on my balls which were totally unprotected as I knelt before him.

The shock of the kick snapped my attention to my groin, causing my whole
body to tense as I took in a sharp gulp of air.  I held my breath for a few
seconds, waiting for the wave of extreme pain and nausea to wash over
me. I'd been kicked in the balls before by accident while paying football
or rugby, so I knew what to expect, but the pain and nausea never
came. Instead I felt my cock throb as I Masters tennis shoe stroked back
and forth under my ball sack.

"Yes, Master," I finally squeaked out as he chuckled aloud this time.

Master reached down and stroked my painfully hard cock a few times and I
felt as though I was in heaven. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth of
his hand. Finally, I may get some relief from this sexual torture I'd been
going through for what seemed like days, but was only a couple of hours at
most.  My cock had been hard and throbbing, demanding attention I could not
give it as my hands remained firmly cuffed behind my back. I was getting
close to shooting my load all over the floor. I could feel the tingling in
my groin begin to grow more forceful when Master suddenly kicked me in the
balls again, a little harder than the first time.

I grunted this time and that wonderful tingling disappeared in an
instant. My eyes flew open widely as I looked up into Masters face, to see
him smiling, and chuckling with that little curled up lip.

"Up," Master commanded forcefully, flicking his fingers to indicate he
wanted me to stand up.

"Yes, Master," I replied and I shifted my weight to bring my right foot
under me to try to stand.  It was at that moment that I realized how sore
my knees were from kneeling on this hard floor. As I tried to put pressure
through my right knee to stand, an incredible pain shot through it and I
dropped back to my left knee, wincing.

Master suddenly grabbed a handful of my hair and almost literally pulled me
up to my feet by my hair.

"I said get up on your feet you miserable excuse for a slave," he shouted
at me loudly.

My knees were throbbing and aching as Master slapped me hard, first on the
right cheek and as my face turned under the impact, he slapped me on the
opposite cheek.

"You do as I say, WHEN I say," Master shouted at me, his voice booming and
reverberating around the trailer.  "Do you fucking understand me, SLAVE?"

With tears welling in my eyes I replied, "Yes, Master. Sorry Mas,"

Before I could finish my sentence Master snatched the bulldog clips from my
nipples, causing an explosion of pain and fire in my chest. It felt as
though they had been super-glued to my flesh, and pulling them off had
taken my flesh with them.  I screamed in sudden agony, and drew an
immediate breath into try recover my breathing, dropping my gaze to look at
my poor nipples.

"Keep your fucking head up, Slave," Master commanded as he slapped my left
nipple hard, causing an incredible resurgence of pain.

I screamed again and staggered back a step, turning left to withdraw the
nipple Master had just slapped, only to have him slap my right nipple with
even more force than my left.

"Stand still you fucking white trash," Master shouted at me as I staggered
back another step twisting to my right this time to try to relieve my
inflamed right nipple and chest.

"Don't fucking move unless I order you to.  UNDERSTAND?" Master shouted at
me, grabbing the collar around my neck and pulling me back and into his
embrace. He wrapped his arms around me and as the tears ran down my cheeks
and he held me with his left pulling my handcuffed wrists up to the small
of my back, his right hand began to wail on my arse cheeks.  As the blows
struck my exposed flesh I felt the burning begin in each cheek.  I grunted
at first but as the blows continued I began to make more and more noise,
and I began to shift my hips in reaction to each blow.

My arse was on fire on both cheeks when Master stopped slapping me and
pushed me away from his embrace. Tears were filling my eyes and running
down my cheeks and I was sobbing slightly, mostly trying to control my
breathing.  Master chuckled slightly and stepped towards me, planting his
mouth over my own and kissing me forcefully as his tongue roamed around the
inside of my mouth.

Master turned me around and pushed me towards the trailer door, out of the
door and then down the three steps onto the cold concrete slab and out into
the blustery wind and cold.  The rain was still pouring down in torrents,
making a loud rattling noise as it hit the tin awning above us and the
chain attached to my collar reminded me of ghost story movies.  Master
directed me back to the small table and stopped me. I blinked a few times
to dissipate the last of the tears lingering in my eyes as I felt the wind
swirl around my flesh, the warmth from inside the trailer quickly
disappearing.

 Master reached around in front of the collar, unscrewing the locking pin
and removing the collar completely.  Strangely, as the weight of that heavy
steel collar left my neck and shoulders, I felt – naked – exposed.  I
actually did seem to miss it around my neck.  Master then unlocked the
padlock securing the smaller steel chain around my neck and removed that
also, placing both the heavy steel collar and the smaller chain and padlock
on the table. I then felt Master unlock the handcuffs which had secured my
wrists throughout this entire experience from the moment I got into Masters
car.  Master dropped the cuffs on the table, then pushed me forward, out
from under the awning and back into the pouring, cold rain.

My feet hit the muddy slick puddle that lay just beyond the concrete slab
and I slid, losing my balance and ending up falling backwards into it. The
frigid puddle water splashed up and outwards from me, but soon splashed
over my legs and torso also. The mud and water had broken my fall, so other
than being enveloped in freezing cold water, covered in mud, and still
having the rain and wind pounding on my naked flesh, I was otherwise
unharmed by the fall.

"Turn and kneel, slave," Master commanded, and I quickly spun around in the
puddle to get to my knees, thankful for the mud at the bottom of the puddle
as it was more accommodating to my already pained knees that the wooden
floor of the trailer. I knelt on my knees, upright rather than sitting back
on my ankles.  I noticed the video camera on the table once again with the
lens pointing directly at me as I rubbed my wrists to relieve the soreness
from the cuffs.

"You are still fucking hard, slave," Master said as he chuckled slightly.
His smile was broad and warm and approving.

"Amazing," he continued, "Just fucking amazing.  I love it. I've always
wanted a slave I could keep naked even in the cold and rain, and use
outdoors whenever I feel like it or need it."

"You're perfect for me, slave," he continued, "But you have a serious
decision to make right now."

"If you remain as my slave, I will own your body and soul from this point
forward. You will be my property. My possession. I will use you as I wish,
when I wish, where I wish, with whom I wish.  You will have no say in the
matter.  You will do my bidding, no matter what, and you will never talk
back to me unless I ask you a question first."

Master let this sink in for a few moments as he studied me intently.  My
hair was sodden again and rivers of water ran over my forehead and into my
eyes, causing me to blink and shake my head frequently. My entire body was
covered in mud and rain water, but my cock was still rock hard and
throbbing visibly as Master spoke.

"I will give you pleasure and pain in equal measure, though perhaps not
always at the same time. I will teach you to be my personal slave and I
will share you with others to be their slave also. I will take you places
you have never imagined, and perhaps I will fulfill some of your fantasies,
but it will always be what I want, what I desire, what I need. You do not
count.  You have no vote. You are nothing but a white slave cunt that I
will do as I please with."

Master walked back to the side of the trailer and opened a small steel
locker, removing some items before returning to me.  He dropped a pair of
track suit trousers and a track suit jacket on the concrete slab between
us, followed by a pair of sneakers.

"This is your decision.  If you don't want to be my slave, put on these
clothes and leave and we will never see each other again.  You can leave
now and I will provide your train fare home. "

Master studied me as he said this, and I stared back with a frown on my
face, confused at this turn of events.  I wondered if I could handle being
Masters slave. Would I collapse under the punishment? Could I ever suck his
cock properly or would I always be an embarrassment to Master? Did I really
want to become Masters property?

I was torn between some reservation about my abilities, and my intense
desire to experience whatever Master wanted to use me for.  I was tempted
to reach for the clothes, and the warmth and comfort of the train home –
but I'd dreamed and wanked off thinking about being in this very position,
and now it was a reality.  All I had to do was give myself up completely
and utterly to a stranger I just met a few hours ago.

"Stand up and put on the clothes and you are free to go," Master said
compassionately. "Or, crawl on your hands and knees to the desk and put on
your collar and become my property, permanently from this day forward."

I dropped to my hands and crawled out of the muddy cold puddle and onto the
concrete slab, then over to the table.  I grabbed the heavy steel collar
and placed it around my neck, closing both ends until they met in front,
and I waited.

Master grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head and pulled my head
back until I was staring up at his gorgeous face. Master stared back at me,
his eyes boring into my very soul and opening up all of my inner most
secrets.

"You belong to ME now, slave," he said as he replaced the pin and turned it
to lock it in place. Master then replaced the smaller chain and padlock
around my neck.

Master pulled me up to my feet by the heavy collar and pushed me roughly
over the small table, bending me at the waist so my ass was sticking out
towards him.  I felt the hard edge of the table bite into my hips as my
engorged and leaky cock bounced off the edge, almost making me shoot right
there and then. Master stepped in between my legs, kicking each ankle out
to move my legs wider and wider, leaving me up on my tip toes. I felt
Masters denim covered thighs brush my inner thighs as he pushed in between
my legs and I knew what was coming. I'd never been fucked before, but I
knew this was what was about to happen and I was both excited and petrified
at the same time. I tried to crane my head back to see Master as my
breathing became rapid and I suddenly felt my mouth was extremely
dry. Every touch, movement and adjustment of Master send an electric shock
of anticipation through my entire body, causing me to clench my ass cheeks
and tighten my sphincter instinctively.

It was odd to me, as I really wanted Masters cock inside me, and I really
wanted Master to take me and fuck me hard and powerfully, yet I was also so
afraid that I would disappoint as I had when sucking Masters cock.  I was
also aware that the virgin fuck experience could often be very painful and
uncomfortable, and I was afraid that would be my experience. I realized
that almost every muscle in my body was now contracted and I had completely
forgotten about the noise of the rain, the cold Scottish wind blowing over
my back and legs, the handcuffs biting into my wrists, the heavy steel
collar that kept my chin off the table and resting on it's edge instead.

I felt Masters weighty and rock hard cock slap between my arse cheeks a
couple of times, and my own cock bounced in anticipation and excitement,
while my sphincter tenses and relaxed also. I began to push my hips back a
little against Masters cock to feel it more and more. Master suddenly
slapped both arse cheeks forcefully at the same time. In my heightened
sensitive state, waiting for his cock to penetrate me, the slap felt far
more powerful and painful that it was in reality, but my anticipation and
cold skin provided the shock and reaction Master was looking for. I jumped,
yelped and pushed forward into the table to get away from the pain. As I
relaxed from the slap and slid my hips back into their original position,
Master thrust his cock in one single powerful drive all the way through my
hole and deep inside my guts, slamming his hips into my arse cheeks and
crushing me against the edge of the table.

"Aaarrrrrrrr," I screamed at the top of my lungs as Masters cock impaled me
and hit something deep inside of me. My eyes screwed up in pain and tears
and my every muscle in my body tenses again, including my sphincter muscle,
trying to repel the invader. I must have held my breath for what seemed
like minutes, but was probably only a few seconds, while Master kept his
cock in me all the way up to the hilt and kept the pressure on my hips.

Master pulled slowly backwards and I felt the pressure deep inside abate as
he did. I took a deep breath in and felt my stomach tighten as I felt the
shaft retreating out of my hole. My eyes still screwed tightly shut.  The
pain was intense and the size of Masters cock seemed fifty times larger and
a hundred times longer than I expected it to be. Before I could really
think or form any words, Master thrust forcefully back into my hole, all
the way up to the hilt again.

"Aaaaarrrrrr...," I screamed again, and as I tried to gasp for more air
Master withdrew quickly, but not fully and thrust again, then again,
increasing the pace of his deep and excruciatingly painful invasion of my
arse.  I could not seem to draw in enough air with each breath in time to
scream before the next vicious thrust hit me and I began to wonder if I
would pass out.  I opened my fists and tried to find Masters abdomen to
push him away, and I tried to form the words "please stop" but each thrust
forced me to concentrate on simply surviving the moment.

Master pounded on me for at least a dozen, maybe two dozen vicious thrusts,
before I realized his cock was simply sitting inside my arse, while his
hands were caressing the sides of my thighs and my arse.  I slowly opened
my eyes, relaxed my muscles and took a deep breath. Tears still filled my
eyes, and my nose was running so I had to sniffle to clear it a couple of
times.

"Damn, you have a beautiful tight hole, slave," Master whispered, almost as
though to himself, as he continued to caress me.

"I love it when you scream like that. It gets me so hot," Master continued.

As I began to get used to the feeling of Masters cock deep inside of me,
stretching my sphincter as it lay dormant, Master slowly withdrew until I
felt his cock head put pressure on my sphincter as though it was about to
pop out of my arse.  Master then slowly pushed back in to his full depth. I
held my breath the whole way in until I felt Masters hips hit my own, and
then released a grunt. Master repeated this slow withdrawal and return
again, and again, and again and I began to fall into a rhythm of breathing
in as Master withdrew and breathing out as Master pushed back into me. As I
concentrated on my breathing I slowly realized that the incredible pain I
had felt just moments before had been replaced with a desire to feel Master
cock hitting deep inside of me again. It was still uncomfortable and
somewhat painful, but those feelings were overwhelmed with the stiffness of
my own cock and the incredible rightness of the feeling of my arse being
filled with Masters cock.

As I began to enjoy being fucked by Master for the first time in my life,
Master began to increase the pace again, and I found myself pushing back
slightly against each thrust to enhance the sensation. I heard Master
chuckle a little as he began to increase the force and tempo of each of his
thrusts until he was pounding me hard into the table about twice in every
second – or so it seemed.  I found myself screaming again, though not in
pain, more in ecstasy. Rather than a true scream, it was more of a
vocalized grunting as each wonderful thrust forced the air out of me as I
felt the head of Masters cock touch my very soul. I LOVED this.

When Master suddenly pulled his cock all the way out of me, I felt empty,
abandoned and totally unsatisfied.  What moments before had been
excruciatingly painful was now in this moment excruciatingly absent and
missing. In my absolute lust for a return of Masters cock into my arse
hole, I started to turn my head to plead with Master when I was forcefully
impaled by that wonderful cock driving through my sphincter at full ramming
speed. I grunted in pleasure and was just opening my eyes again when Master
pulled all the way out of me for a second time. I waited in excited
anticipation and was not disappointed as Master impaled me forcefully
again, and repeated the full withdrawal and driving impalement for another
dozen or so times. Each time, eliciting a delirious grunt of joy from me.

I lost all track of time, place, and everything. The only thing that
mattered to me was Masters cock pounding my boy hole. I adored every
painful, powerful thrust into me and loved the long slow strokes as Master
fucked me.  The wind, the cuffs, the collar, the edge of the table cutting
into my hips, nothing else mattered. I wanted Masters cock pounding my
hole.  I wanted it hard, aggressive, powerful.  I wanted that sensation
deep inside of me to last forever.

Then, without warning, I felt the all to familiar tingle in my balls and
belly and before I could form any conscious thought, I blew my own load of
cum in an ecstatic release of pent up sexual energy. I felt volley after
volley shoot out of my rock hard cock below the table while Master
continued to fuck me in the arse.  I loved this moment. I loved this
feeling. I loved being fucked like this. I loved Master Rashid and knew in
that moment that I would do absolutely anything for him in order to get him
to fuck me like this again, and again, and again.

Master fucked me at varying speeds and varying between staying in my arse,
and withdrawing to impale me again for quite a while after I blew my own
load, and I still loved it.  I was still hard under the table and I still
wanted to get my hands on my own cock to jerk it. Why hadn't I found
someone to fuck me in the arse long before now?

I felt a perceptible change in Masters thrusts and felt a strange sensation
on the underside of my sphincter, before realizing, Master was shooting his
load deep into my arse. I felt his cock pulse again, and again, and again,
before Master let out a grunt and pulled his cock out of my arse quickly. I
felt some white hot liquid splash across my arse cheeks and lower back and
flinched thinking I had been burned by boiling water or something
similar. Master quickly grabbed my steel collar and pulled me back off the
table and onto my knees directly in front of his throbbing gorgeous
cock. As my eyes found his cock, my cheek and left eye were blasted with a
stream of cum shooting out with a force I didn't expect. I felt that
burning sensation on my skin again as I began to turn my face away from
Maters cock in an involuntary reaction. Master equally quickly grabbed a
handful of my hair and to keep my head in place and thrust his hips forward
to push the head of his cock into my open mouth. A volley of cum hit the
inside of my right cheek as I felt the underside of Masters cock pulse
against my lower lip. Two more volleys of cum filled my mouth in very quick
succession as Master held my hair in one hand and his cock in the other.

Masters cum ran towards the back of my throat and as he moaned, I swallowed
the thick and creamy goodness eagerly.  Masters cum tasted sweet and very
thick, unlike Master Hugh's cum which was thinner and slightly salty in
taste.  I loved both, but Master Rashid's cum was like, like sweet dairy
cream.  I found my tongue rolling around Masters shaft and my mouth sucking
on his piss slit to try to elicit more of that delicious nectar. I wanted
more.


--End

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