Trapped, Trained and Twisted Pt. 04

Chapter Seven: The Touch.

I couldn’t say how long I had been holding the pee position for. A series of intense shocks from my collar had awakened me some time ago and I immediately got into a low squat on the balls of my feet, back arched, tits thrust out and moist labium spread wide. My muscles no longer ached the way they did when I first started learning the pose and I found that I could hold it for as long as Master required. The recording of my voice echoed in the room and I repeated each mantra in a soft whisper.

Suddenly the television screen came on as it had countless times since that first occasion in which I masturbated for Master seventeen meals and four baths ago. I only had a few seconds to get into position before jolts from the collar would prompt me to take action so I quickly moved on to my rear, spread my trim legs, grabbed my left tit and slid my hand to the pink flesh that begged for attention. At first the videos were fairly mainstream fucking and sucking but they became increasingly more focused on fetish activities over time. At this point images of collars, leashes and chains combined with girls exhibiting themselves in public, kneeling, spanking and caging all while servicing men and women in a variety of different sexual actions stuck in my head long after the television would inevitably shut off, no doubt amplified by the fact that I was masturbating to the edge of orgasm while viewing them.

This time the video was of two slave girls who were in heavy bondage and forced by their Master to put on a lesbian show. They both wore studded leather collars with beautiful gleaming rubber harnesses that accentuated their perfect bodies and I couldn’t take my eyes off of the large shining silver rings that pierced the nipples that rested on their particularly large, bouncy plastic tits. Their tongues intertwined and explored each other’s bodies in an erotic show of lust that I found myself wishing I could participate in. My body was so responsive, like a sensitive instrument that needed only a few seconds to reach the edge. I quickly backed off, grasping my other tit and squeezing both hard as I fought not to go over the cliff of my own desire. My breathing began to slow and I resumed my masturbation while continuing to repeat the mantras that were playing in the background. This went on for a few more edges until the video shut off right as one of the slaves began licking the puckered bleached anus of the other.

I quickly moved back into pee position and held my squat while continuing to repeat my mantras for some time until Master finally arrived. It was almost Pavlovian the way I felt excited every time I heard Master’s footsteps on the stair. My heart would pound, I found myself tingling all over and I’m fairly certain I started producing far more saliva, though that may have been literally Pavlovian given that he was often bringing me food. Master entered the room taking in the sight of me squatting, completely spread and open to his gaze.

He pointed at the floor and said “kneel position” in a firm tone of voice. I quickly scurried on to my knees, my delicate fingers digging into my firm tits as I cupped them in offering and waited in stillness as he evaluated my naked body.

“Are you wet?”

I didn’t even need to check. I knew how aroused I was and had been for quite some time. My brain was in a pink fog of desire in which all I could think about was sex. My pussy ached, my clit throbbed and was ultra sensitive and even the small pink nipples that graced the tips of my little tits had become more responsive. “Yes Master,” I responded. “The Cunt is very wet, Master.”

“What a good animal you are,” he said as a smile grew on his face. “I am delighted to hear that. You should feel very proud of yourself for pleasing me in this way. You are doing very well with rule number nine: the Cunt will always be aroused and wet.”

My body quivered with pleasure and tingled with joy at my Master’s acclaim. “The Cunt thanks its Master for praising it.”

“I was curious if you have ever thought of what it might be like for me to touch your body. Is that something you think you might enjoy?”

I nodded my head with enthusiasm. “Yes Master, the Cunt would enjoy the touch of its Master.”

His smile grew even wider. I was broken and he knew it. He owned me now. “Beg for it.”

I tilted my head with a quizzical look on my face. “Master?”

“I want you to beg for me to touch you. Convince me that you deserve such a reward.”

I took a deep breath, trying to think of what I could say that would please him. “The Cunt would love for its Master to touch it.”

“That doesn’t sound very convincing. You can do better.”

I gave it some more thought before the words escaped effortlessly through my ruby lips. “Please touch the Cunt Master, please Master,” I begged.

“Where do you think I should touch you?”

“Master should touch the Cunt wherever Master likes. This body belongs to my Master. The Cunt is Master’s property.” I was definitely starting to sound desperate, a condition that no doubt delighted Master.

“Very well, it is because you begged me so nicely that you have indeed earned your Master’s touch.”

He took a few steps forward and loomed over me. There could be no doubt as to which of us was strong and powerful and which was small and weak. Who was the superior dominant and who was the inferior submissive. We both had our roles and we both played them to the fullest extent of our being.

He slowly reached out and held his warm hand against the soft skin of my face. I subconsciously pressed my cheek into his hand and I found myself basking in the first time I had been touched by another human in recent memory. “You are a gorgeous pet,” he said as he brushed an errant strand of my long raven hair away from my bright blue eyes and tucked it behind my dainty ear.

I slid my tongue across my full lips, enticing him, hoping to feel his lips against mine but instead he pressed his fingers against the soft flesh at the entrance to my mouth, prying them apart. I opened my mouth, my saliva covered tongue sliding out to meet his digit. He ran his finger across my white teeth, feeling my gums, the insides of my cheeks and finally the soft pink tongue that had already begun to flicker against his finger. He pushed deeper into my mouth, testing it and I wrapped my full lips around the fleshy extremity, sucking inward and pushing my head down on it. He enjoyed the show of my wanton lust until he was ready to withdraw the appendage from my warm mouth.

He bent down and his thick saliva coated fingers slid to the bare tits that I had spent months practicing to offer up to him in this position.