1. Breaking Susan


    Date: 2/15/2015, Categories: BDSM, Group Sex, Taboo, Author: Dominari, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    trees at us and pulled her roughly from the car. I led her up the steps telling her when to step up and opened the door leading her inside. MJ was standing there sipping champagne. I unbuttoned Susan’s coat and threw it the corner, standing behind Susan I grabbed her arms and held them tightly in front of her as MJ attached handcuffs to her wrists. I pulled her arms above her head and attached the cuffs to a hook we had placed in the center of the beam that ran the length of the room. Before she knew what was happening she was hanging from a hook toes just touching the ground even with her heels on. If I took off her heels she would be completely unsupported except by her wrists. “Who’s there?” Susan asked. Knowing someone else was obviously in the room with us. “It’s your Mistress Susan,” I whispered in her ear. She will assist your Master in your training slave. You will obey her as you obey your Master. That is my command to you.” “B-b-but Sir, but I thought it was just going to be you,” she said with real concern and fear in her voice. I knew right then introducing her to MJ was the best thing I could have done. It was dawning on her that it wasn’t a little game we were playing and it was now becoming clear she was indeed my property. “I did not tell you to speak slave,” I roared in her ear like I was the wrath of god. You told your Master you were obedient and would obey me always slave, you weren’t lying to your Master were you?” Panicking and squirming at her bonds ...
    she shrieked “No Master, I didn’t lie, but, but, but I didn’t know …I” That was all she got out before my open hand came down on her bare ass hard. The sound of the slap was like a report from a gun in the small cabin. She shrieked and I repeated the process. She started kicking her legs and MJ got a hold of them and bound them together. I pulled off her heels and let her hang and weep a little. “Your real training has begun slave,” I whispered in her ear. “Go get ready,” I told MJ, as I began my preparations for Susan. I opened one of the bags we had brought with us and fished out a ball gag, I grabbed her cheeks hard forcing her mouth open and shoved in the ball. Stepping behind her I synched it up tight. “I am sick of hearing your weak excuses slave, from now on nod your head when I address you and do not hesitate.” She nodded in the affirmative still weeping. I grabbed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger stretching it out in front of me and attached a nipple clamp first to one then the other. They were tight and she shrieked through her balls gag. The style I used were connected by a chain and tightened as you pulled on the chain. I gave it a nice tug to make sure it was going to hold. Susan was squirming and trying to tell me it hurt, but the ball gag garbled everything she said so it came out unintelligible. I stood there looking at her and said, “shut the fuck up slave, I didn’t tell you to speak.” She continued squirming and trying to say something. I walked ...
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