kingkong
07-27-2008, 10:57 PM
Slave Competition Part One
Submitted on 06/17/08
The Mistress of the slave known as "Thing" describes a recent contest she
hosted between herself and another Mistress and her slave known simply as
"Dunce." Her transcribed, recorded words are as follows:
"I recently invited over my sister Mistress, Mistress Belle. She and I were
up for some laughs and amusement at the expense of our two slave playthings.
We felt some Olympics were in order. Prior to their arrival, I lectured my
slave - Thing - about the consequences of failure which would include a
hung-by-the-heels whipping in my torture cellar, a diet of piss-soaked bread
and salted water for two days and no contact whatsoever with the precious
things he worships most in this world - and that is my feet. He would see
no glimpse of a toe, whiff no scent of my foot-smell, not be allowed to kiss
and lick my hot feet for a month...should he fail to win the slave Olympics.
Anyway....Mistress Belle arrived on time with her leashed slave following,
head bowed humbly. After a brief exchange of pleasantries between herself
and I, she turned sharply to her slave - Dunce - and said "Dunce - strip!"
Hurriedly the man got naked and within seconds stood at full attention,
hands locked atop head, legs spread and bent in a slight squat, balls
dangling, cock hard and pointing to the ceiling, veins pulsing. It throbbed
and danced a lonely, untouched dance in rhythm with his heartbeat. It was
obvious he had been unmilked for some time. Across his chest she had
tattooed in big bright blue letters the slave's name - Dunce - there on his
chest-skin for all time for all to see whenever he was seen barechested or
naked. I giggled and thought I should do the same to Thing. Thing - by the
way - was on all fours, facing away from us. I already had him naked and in
the display pose: forehead to rug, legs spread wide, balls separated with
twine and each nut turning painful purple. He was also made to reach behind
and spread his asscheeks as wide as his clutching fingers could. A carrot
dangled obscenely from his asshole. "I thought you might be hungry," I said
to Mistress Belle. "I have a wonderful spread in the kitchen, all sorts of
goodies. But...kind me...I thought Dunce might be hungry also - so I
prepared a carrot for him. Do you think he is hungry?"
Mistress Belle smiled at this and turned to Dunce and simply shouted
"Dunce - eat!" and the naked man dropped to his knees, crawled to my Thing's
widespread ass and began to eat the carrot that was sticking from Thing's
hole. "All of it!" hissed Belle. We stood and watched him finish the
carrot, right to Thing's asshole and then he pulled the four or five inches
that had been stuck inside my slave out with his teeth and gobbled the rest
of the carrot. I studied Dunce. He had once been a highly respected
professor. And then he fell for Belle....literally. He feel so hard that
he landed at her feet, lost all of his dignity which was systematically
stripped from him and lost all his knowledge, too. Belle beat his learning
from him and taught him new things - and that was simply to think of her and
her feet and her desires night and day, day and night, nothing else. He was
not allowed to think for himself anymore. He was her Dunce. If she
commanded he crack eggs on his head for her amusement, he did so - just like
the clown-professor in "The Blue Angel." Anyway - I digress - the professor
was now swallowing a carrot he had just eaten out of my slave's bunghole and
we stood there laughing our heads off. "Dunce - toilet!" barked Belle and
in a flash, the Dunce stretched out on his back, mouth wide open. Belle
lifted her dress and squatted over his face and pissed into his mouth until
it was filled to the brim. "Dunce - swallow!" and the ex-Professor who had
been published and tenured, swallowed the golden wine and opened for more.
"Would you like to avail yourself of my toilet?" asked Belle and I likewise
quenched his slavish thirst. All the while Thing remained motionless, ass
held wide open. Belle crouched down and looked at his asshole and laughed.
"It is still open from the carrot! How long did you have that stuffed in
him?" I told her he'd been posed like that for about an hour awaiting their
arrival. "Have you got another carrot? I think Dunce is still hungry. And
it looks like Thing's ass is still hungry to hold onto another carrot with
his sphincter!" I got a big fat carrot from the kitchen, handed it to her
and she unceremoniously shoved it hard and deep into my slave's rectum. She
snapped her fingers in front of the recumbent Dunce's face as though
snapping him out of a trance - which is what he was, in fact, in - and said:
"Dunce - eat more! Gobble gobble!" The slave immediately returned to the
back of my slave's ass and began to eat the carrot. "Make pig grunts as you
feed," Belle ordered and the slave oinked and oinked as he ate the carrot.
He was even oinking as Belle and I retired to the kitchen for our sumptuous
lunch and to discuss the details of our Slave Olympics. "When you slaves
are done in there - kneel facing each other and play with each other's
cocks. Get 'em nice and big for the games to come. And speaking of what is
to come - no cumming!"
To Be Continued...
Submitted on 06/17/08
The Mistress of the slave known as "Thing" describes a recent contest she
hosted between herself and another Mistress and her slave known simply as
"Dunce." Her transcribed, recorded words are as follows:
"I recently invited over my sister Mistress, Mistress Belle. She and I were
up for some laughs and amusement at the expense of our two slave playthings.
We felt some Olympics were in order. Prior to their arrival, I lectured my
slave - Thing - about the consequences of failure which would include a
hung-by-the-heels whipping in my torture cellar, a diet of piss-soaked bread
and salted water for two days and no contact whatsoever with the precious
things he worships most in this world - and that is my feet. He would see
no glimpse of a toe, whiff no scent of my foot-smell, not be allowed to kiss
and lick my hot feet for a month...should he fail to win the slave Olympics.
Anyway....Mistress Belle arrived on time with her leashed slave following,
head bowed humbly. After a brief exchange of pleasantries between herself
and I, she turned sharply to her slave - Dunce - and said "Dunce - strip!"
Hurriedly the man got naked and within seconds stood at full attention,
hands locked atop head, legs spread and bent in a slight squat, balls
dangling, cock hard and pointing to the ceiling, veins pulsing. It throbbed
and danced a lonely, untouched dance in rhythm with his heartbeat. It was
obvious he had been unmilked for some time. Across his chest she had
tattooed in big bright blue letters the slave's name - Dunce - there on his
chest-skin for all time for all to see whenever he was seen barechested or
naked. I giggled and thought I should do the same to Thing. Thing - by the
way - was on all fours, facing away from us. I already had him naked and in
the display pose: forehead to rug, legs spread wide, balls separated with
twine and each nut turning painful purple. He was also made to reach behind
and spread his asscheeks as wide as his clutching fingers could. A carrot
dangled obscenely from his asshole. "I thought you might be hungry," I said
to Mistress Belle. "I have a wonderful spread in the kitchen, all sorts of
goodies. But...kind me...I thought Dunce might be hungry also - so I
prepared a carrot for him. Do you think he is hungry?"
Mistress Belle smiled at this and turned to Dunce and simply shouted
"Dunce - eat!" and the naked man dropped to his knees, crawled to my Thing's
widespread ass and began to eat the carrot that was sticking from Thing's
hole. "All of it!" hissed Belle. We stood and watched him finish the
carrot, right to Thing's asshole and then he pulled the four or five inches
that had been stuck inside my slave out with his teeth and gobbled the rest
of the carrot. I studied Dunce. He had once been a highly respected
professor. And then he fell for Belle....literally. He feel so hard that
he landed at her feet, lost all of his dignity which was systematically
stripped from him and lost all his knowledge, too. Belle beat his learning
from him and taught him new things - and that was simply to think of her and
her feet and her desires night and day, day and night, nothing else. He was
not allowed to think for himself anymore. He was her Dunce. If she
commanded he crack eggs on his head for her amusement, he did so - just like
the clown-professor in "The Blue Angel." Anyway - I digress - the professor
was now swallowing a carrot he had just eaten out of my slave's bunghole and
we stood there laughing our heads off. "Dunce - toilet!" barked Belle and
in a flash, the Dunce stretched out on his back, mouth wide open. Belle
lifted her dress and squatted over his face and pissed into his mouth until
it was filled to the brim. "Dunce - swallow!" and the ex-Professor who had
been published and tenured, swallowed the golden wine and opened for more.
"Would you like to avail yourself of my toilet?" asked Belle and I likewise
quenched his slavish thirst. All the while Thing remained motionless, ass
held wide open. Belle crouched down and looked at his asshole and laughed.
"It is still open from the carrot! How long did you have that stuffed in
him?" I told her he'd been posed like that for about an hour awaiting their
arrival. "Have you got another carrot? I think Dunce is still hungry. And
it looks like Thing's ass is still hungry to hold onto another carrot with
his sphincter!" I got a big fat carrot from the kitchen, handed it to her
and she unceremoniously shoved it hard and deep into my slave's rectum. She
snapped her fingers in front of the recumbent Dunce's face as though
snapping him out of a trance - which is what he was, in fact, in - and said:
"Dunce - eat more! Gobble gobble!" The slave immediately returned to the
back of my slave's ass and began to eat the carrot. "Make pig grunts as you
feed," Belle ordered and the slave oinked and oinked as he ate the carrot.
He was even oinking as Belle and I retired to the kitchen for our sumptuous
lunch and to discuss the details of our Slave Olympics. "When you slaves
are done in there - kneel facing each other and play with each other's
cocks. Get 'em nice and big for the games to come. And speaking of what is
to come - no cumming!"
To Be Continued...