[FFM] [BDSM] Ignore this, I will delete this post in a moment, i just need the audio bot to proofread this before I post it.

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(TL;DR in the comments along with links to all of the other parts)

(This is a continuation of “When I was twenty-two I spent about a year as a financially compensated sex slave to a couple over twice my age” and this event was the climax of my first week with them. Most of the relevant information is included in parts 8, 9 and 10 so they can be read or listened to in order as stand-alone posts. If you read these and want to find out how it all started, or if you just want to start at the beginning, links are in the comments)

(Thank you all for allowing me to share some of my most intimate memories with you)

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Part 9 – Lust and Avarice

Judith, like a pale angel in the moderately bright room, looked down on me from above, her long dark hair, which was long enough to reach the small of her back, was braided, resting on her left breast. She wore a different version of her usual ‘uniform’ this time, instead of black, she had chosen to go with white. The mostly sheer, elastic fabric clung tightly to her stomach and chest. Like the other uniform, it had straps on the side of each leg to connect to the thigh-high stilettos which she had apparently taken off to climb the step ladder. Like usual while she was at home and planning to have some fun, she didn’t wear any panties, letting her neatly trimmed bush be visible to all within her confidence, and if I looked closely enough, I could see the solid silver clit-ring sparkle through the miniature dark forest. The bush was only on the front however, she had waxed herself that same day as she had waxed me, and I knew that her pussy would still be as smooth as that first time she had made me lick her afterwards. I wanted more than anything to climb up that ladder and bury my face between her thighs, handcuffs or not.

The hinged torc, a solid metal ring worn around the neck, was all that held her dress tightly against her d-cup breasts; her perky, yet wondrously soft breasts, nearly entirely visible through the sheer fabric, but held tightly, achingly in place. Like my own nipples, hers were pierced. But whereas mine were emerald to match my eyes, Judith had a ruby in her right ring and a sapphire in her left which was partially obstructed by her braid at the moment.

I began to think that I was right about Henry’s angel tattoo, but for all I knew it could just be another one of Judith’s head games, her decision to wear white as well as let me see her from a low vantage just a slight psychological trick, but it worked on me. She was the kind of person that liked to play with my mind as much as my body, and was almost always certain to soothe my spirit after she had her fun. I start to think she might be a tad sacrilegious if I hadn’t already spent some time on the life-sized crucifix in her own bedroom. I was never the religious sort, so it didn’t really bother me, I just thought she was beautiful.

To put it mildly, Judith was a dominatrix. Whereas most of those that you see on television shows or whatever, Judith did the whole shtick because it was her passion as well as her profession. Girls like me were sort of like her little pet projects. She was a sociopath, a sadist, and a moral idealist, and those particular traits were what apparently led her to the conclusion that she could satisfy her own dark desires, while making the results of her torments conclude with a positive net result. Basically, she believed that she could treat people however she wanted so long as the end result was to turn deviant young women into ‘half-way decent’ human beings and functioning members of society. I can’t speak for all of the girls Judith has ever been with, but from my and Sweetie’s experience, as well as some of the other girls we got to know while we were with Judith and Henry, I would say that I am better off now than I would be if I hadn’t met them.

There comes a point in your life where you can look back on a decision which altered the course of your life and you can visualize all the other paths that you might have taken. It’s not an understatement to say that Sweetie wouldn’t be alive today if not for Judith and Henry; that’s a whole other story though. Suffice it to say, that while Sweetie had only been their sex slave for the past three months, she had actually lived with them for an entire month before that while she kicked her addiction to hard drugs and her bulimia eating disorder . She hadn’t had an easy life up until that point and it is my belief, as well as Sweeties, that even with all the weirdness and emotional and physical pain, Judith made the whole thing worth every second of it. And I don’t just mean the money. Judith’s attentions whether painful or pleasurable, always felt intimate, and perhaps loving.

Her smile, whether wicked or gentle, could make me want to do anything to glimpse it for just another second. Until Judith, I had no idea that one person could be addicted to another person in such a way.

Up till this point in my “training” I hadn’t ever truly been bound by anything other than my own will power. So, when I walked into Henry’s bedroom to see that Judith, my gorgeous mistress, was preparing the hanging straps, inspecting the mechanical pulleys while standing on a ladder, I had a pretty good idea of what was in store for me.

Or, at least I thought I did. Many of what might be generally labeled as personality traits, which I never really analyzed too closely regarding many of Judith’s and Henry’s rules, ideals, or motivations until long after I had moved on from them. I mentioned the hatred I had for Henry and how it was a similarity between the two of us. The key word there is “similarity” and that doesn’t necessarily mean that we were the same; just similar. I believe his hatred was something general. He hid it well enough to seem like a pretty normal guy, but there’s only so many times that a man can slap someone across the face during sex before that particular someone realizes that Henry’s calculated and controlled passion isn’t for the sake of the person he happened to be focused on at the time, but something deep down inside him; like a small flame that may wax and wane, but never flicker out. I believe that his hardcore sexual sadism was like a safety valve for Henry.

If it wasn’t for the fact that, at the time, I happened to consider myself a hardcore sexual masochist, this would be a wholly different story. Yeah, it shouldn’t be too surprising that at the age of twenty-two a self-confessed slut like me would consider themselves to be a ‘hardcore’ anything. In truth, I was right in the middle between “softcore” and “hardcore” as I eventually came to understand the full range of sexual intimacy and deviancy that exists in the world. One of the things about Judith and Henry were that they liked to test personal boundaries, and I apparently had more than I thought I did at the time.

This time too, they were going to test my boundaries. But this time, it was like they were aiming a cannon at a mental barrier that simply didn’t exist. One of the many things to understand about Judith and Henry is that their sadism wasn’t restricted to physical pain. While they would avoid anything that would scar their girls or cause serious injury, there wasn’t really a limit on how deep they might try to drill into one’s emotions, drop a figurative stick of dynamite in the gap, and watch the result. The thing about being sociopathic, is that their empathy and remorse was turned way down, and Judith was the only one who cared enough to pretend she had the capacity for either emotion. Which is why, in certain instances when she seemed to let the mask of compassion fall from her face to reveal her true self, it could make me feel like I was not only alone in the world, but alone with a primal predator that had sharp fangs and claws as well as the elegance and morals of a hungry panther in the jungle. The fact that I was usually naked and bound whenever she made me feel this way probably increased that primal fear that she liked to occasionally trigger in my ‘lizard brain’ from time to time.

Judith could make me feel a lot of things with merely an expression, gesture, or caress; regardless of how seemingly insignificant it might be. To this day, I’m not certain if she ever purposely allowed me to see those brief flashes of dark intentions or if they really were simply mistakes that she rolled with. Either way, I’m pretty certain that I was one of the few people who she’d be comfortable enough with to let herself slip. Or perhaps every action and expression she had ever made with me was calculated. That’s the thing about people like her and Henry, you never really know what is genuine and what is a false mask of normal expectations. Whether it was all “real” or not, she was definitely one of the most interesting people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.

I had experienced a great deal of sex by that point in my life, but Judith had been the first person I had met who was passionate about BDSM. If it isn’t clear by this point, yeah, I’m bisexual, but I usually prefer men. As a submissive I especially like to be dominated by them. That was one major plus that Henry had, not enough to cancel out all the parts about him that I viewed as negative qualities, but enough to make him tolerable at least. Judith was something entirely new and special to me however. I had been with girls and women, I had even had a few three-ways with couples in their thirties, I had even been with my fair share of actual lesbians, but I’d never really had a relationship that went beyond anything more than sex and a place to sleep. My relationship with Judith had quickly become a level of intimacy deeper than anything I had ever felt before; but maybe that’s just because Judith was really good at what she did with unknowingly naive and vulnerable young women. Just like I was at the time.

Judith and Henry were offering to pay me a lot of money to be their “slave” both to keep their huge house clean and take care of their more base needs and desires. All-in-all, it felt like my dream job. Sure, one of my “bosses” was a bit of a sadistic asshole, but the other was a gorgeous female mentor who had taken me under her wing and into her bed; to say that I was enamored with Judith would be an understatement, if I haven’t already beaten you over the head with that fact enough.

Judith shut the metal box containing the motors for the several different cables that fell from the ceiling in a band of smooth black ropes which fed into a framework. From the frame fell several bindings meant to securely hold a person by the ankles, wrists, hips, and under the arms. Each one could be adjusted by the controls on the wall next to the door, or by a remote usually kept on the bedside table. There were several preprogrammed positions that Sweetie had demonstrated to me while she had been showing me around on that second day. I had already tried it out myself briefly at the time, but that time had been purely scientific. Seeing them now, as Judith climbed down the ladder, smiling at me and nonchalantly brushing the straps as she walked towards me, making them sway like silent wind chimes in a soft breeze.

As Sweetie began sucking Henry’s cock, Judith walked over to me barefoot and with an upwards pointed index finger under my chin, raised my lips to meet hers. She grinned after kissing me briefly and intimately. She told me that I looked beautiful, and spoke the words with enough sincerity that I didn’t care quite as much about the warm spit I could still feel and smell covering my face. Then she proceeded to lick some of Henry’s spit off of my cheek in one slow motion. She kissed me again after that, this time deeply, and her kiss tasted like what Henry’s likely would. Despite that fact, her tongue intertwining with mine made me whimper and strain against my wrists’ steel bindings, instinctively wishing to grab Judith and press her close to my body. She retreated from the kiss, and I tried following the fading sensation of her lips until she put her finger over them, halting me.

Her finger disappeared from my lips and I looked into her eyes while her middle and ring finger both slid into my warm flesh slowly and with ease. She did so in a very similar manner to the way Henry had done in the shower a short while before. I did my best not to lift up on my tip-toes or let my knees shake. I stood there and accepted her touch, more of an inspection really, I realized as she removed her fingers, smelling them before tasting them, closing her eyes to better enjoy my taste.

After Judith had finished toying with me, she took me to the bathroom between Henry and Judith’s bedrooms where she gave me an enema and washed me. Yes, I remained handcuffed, and no I won’t go into detail because to me, enemas aren’t sexy, merely bodily maintenance to be used in medical situations or in preparation for anal sex. I’m a naughty, dirty slut, but I’ve never considered myself to be filthy; and there is certainly a difference. I’m not trying to disparage anyone who’s into ‘scat’ because I got my own fetishes and kinks, I’m just saying that I think poop is gross and not-sexy. To each their own, I suppose.

When we came out of the bathroom, Judith having washed my face, dried my hair, and put dark eyeliner on me as well as some pink eye-shadow and a bit of blush, she washed my groin and ass thoroughly after the enema had done it’s job. Finally, I was prepared.

I followed Judith’s direction to stand near the straps, but from the moment we came back in the room I couldn’t take my eyes off of Henry and Sweetie. And Sweetie didn’t want to take her eyes off of me. This was the second time I had seen her with Henry and once more I was envious of how sexy the otherwise shy woman was capable of being.

The pair of them had moved to the bed. Henry laid on his back, his legs apart and his feet on the little step that went around the perimeter of his large, soft bed. Sweetie was between his legs, with a hand on either one of his hairy thighs, bouncing her entire body up and down on his cock with her legs together. The expressions she was making would seem exaggerated but after seeing her performance that first time, I recognized how genuine they really were. Sweetie loved sex, just as much as I did, if not more so, and while she might be shy around strangers or in public, when it came to me, or the other girls that Henry and Judith were comfortable with, she hid nothing. She was beautiful and her large breasts bounced magnificently as she slammed her plump ass down on Henry’s pelvis over and over.

Sweetie was begging Henry for permission to climax, and Henry wasn’t giving her permission. Yet still, she began to climax. Suddenly she just stopped bouncing and for a second it might have looked like she was just taking a short break, but as the quivering in her legs became more pronounced her fingers dug into the flesh of Henry’s thighs, her knuckles turning white. Her hair had fallen over her face as if she was ashamed or afraid of her unapproved actions.

I heard her begin to scream as Henry raised off the bed, grabbing her by the hips and forcing her to continue. The scream, which at first had sounded like one of surprise, had begun turning into something very primal and animalistic as Henry thrust into her while she was still cumming. I could see the overload of sensations begin to take it’s toll on her because her knees started buckling.

Instead of stopping, Henry grabbed Sweetie’s pony tail, using it like someone would use the reigns of a horse, to turn her head to the side, letting her body follow. While Henry got up from the bed, Sweetie quickly regained some measure of her composure, placing her face on the bed sheets, biting the sheets, and binding her own wrists behind her back with her will power which could be as strong as any rope. She straightened her legs, locking her knees in place where she stood on the step, she kept her ass up in the air and arched her back as much as possible. She looked at me, while Judith bound me in the straps, and I could see the maniacal laughter and lust dancing chaotically behind her beautiful dark eyes. Henry took up position behind Sweetie, placing his hands on both her hips.

Even standing on the step, with Henry standing behind her, Sweetie still had to raise onto her toes so that her pussy would be level with Henry’s cock. Slipping back inside her with ease, since Sweetie’s flesh sought out his like a magnet, they were connected once more. Henry thrust slowly at first and Sweetie let out low, muffled moans through her clenched teeth.

Sweetie was looking at me, biting the sheets tightly, her eyes filled with passion and no hint of shame or pride; only passion. After Henry had found a good pace, he began pulling and pushing Sweetie’s hips with each thrust so that the impact of their bodies was effectively doubled.

Sweetie was no longer looking at me; she couldn’t look at me as her big brown eyes rolled back into her skull. Sweetie clearly wasn’t unconscious, because her wrists were still firmly bound behind her back, hardly wavering, but wavering nonetheless. She wasn’t making much sound anymore, aside from the wet clapping of flesh, of course.

Henry’s thrusts became uneven and he stopped moving his hips. Instead he used his grip on Sweetie’s hips to thrust her onto him while he stood there, pumping his seed deep into Sweetie’s body.

Sweetie’s bonds broke then, her hands grabbing a hold of Henry’s wrists while she muttered “Thank you” over and over, having only just then released the drool soaked sheet from between her teeth. I hated the man, but watching him drive Sweetie into ecstasy had made me forget my feelings for him for just that moment. Even as he slid out of Sweetie, her knees didn’t buckle, though she certainly swayed noticeably. I have no doubt that she would’ve collapsed into a heap if Judith hadn’t firmly ordered her to remain where she was, as Henry’s seed dripped down her thick, naturally tan thighs, the streams of her wetness shining in the relatively bright light of the room.

Walking around the bed, still breathing heavily, Henry picked up a remote from the bedside table. He walked over to me as I feel my legs slowly raising from the ground, the straps around my ankles rising upwards. If it weren’t for the relatively thin strip of metal that felt like the stirrups on a saddle which went across the arches of my feet, I might have panicked and struggled more as my feet were literally pulled out from underneath me. I thought Henry had been the one to do it, but when Judith smiled at me and handed him the remote to the straps I realized that his remote had a different purpose that I would soon discover.

Judith passed by Henry, walking towards Sweetie who was still doing her very best to wait for her next instruction. Henry blocked my view of them with his body. I was firmly bound in the padded straps, the water-proof material being about as comfortable as you might imagine. Sweetie had said I would get used to them, but she had made it sound more like a promise than a consolation.

I was suspended in the air in missionary position, the motorized pulley’s having left my wrists entirely slackened, but my ankles where raised in the air and spread wide, most of the pressure of my barely one-hundred and thirty-ish pound body was mostly supported by the hip and torso straps. I was naked, bound, and exposed for Henry and did my level-best not to seem the least bit intimidated by the large, rough man.

Yet again, I discovered that no matter how much I steeled myself for what I thought might be coming next, I was unprepared.

Henry pointed the remote at the enormous TV screen, made up of four identical flat-screens placed corner to corner so that when they were all turned on, each television showed one-forth of whatever picture or video was playing at the time. It gave the illusion of looking through one of those small square windows with the cross beam separating the four panes of glass. The window I suddenly found myself looking through showed the room I was currently bound in. And it was a live feed. My head shot back and forth, trying to find the camera until I finally realized that it was in the shadow of one of the numerous small circular vents along the top of the wall.

After that night I had climbed up there with the ladder to get a closer look and discovered that it wasn’t just a spy camera, like the ones you disguise as a teddy bear or a smoke detector, but a large and expensive camera that was the kind you’d see behind the scenes of a movie. It could apparently record video in 2007’s version of HD. Not quite good enough to see every freckle from where I was strapped in, but more than enough to make out every expression. I had found that audio recorders were placed all around the room as well; and judging by the recordings Henry had shown me on that sixth night with them, those were sensitive enough to pick up whispers and the lowest of moans if a person was in the right spot.

I hadn’t known any of that at the time however, so, I was obviously a bit taken aback by this particular revelation. Look, I wasn’t shy about taking pictures of myself and sending them to dudes I was looking to fuck, but setting up multiple cameras in their own home to monitor us, or even just record our sessions, was a lot to process, especially with all the alcohol in my blood and the days of unfulfilled lust that had made my pulse race with envy only a moment before. So, try not to be too surprised when I tell you it all seemed like no big deal at the time. Judith and Henry were wealthy, as far as I was concerned, and they invited deviants like me and Sweetie into their home, so of course they would have private surveillance to make sure we didn’t steal anything or invite people over who weren’t supposed to be there. As it turned out, that was part of the reason, the other part was that they liked to re-watch our performances, and especially view our progress. Occasionally Judith would sit down with me and we’d watch a recording together so that she could teach me similar to how coaches videotape sports games for their players to study, to perceive things from a different angle after the fact, and improve their next performance with the knowledge they had gained. And they also liked to fuck us while showing us videos of our most vulnerable and intimate moments; they were a bit demented like that.

Suffice it to say, I was speechless, and remained so when I watched Judith on the screen. She stood up from where she had been kneeling behind Sweetie. Judith walked around Henry, and I couldn’t take my eyes off the of screen as she grabbed my chin, gently yet firmly, between her finger and thumb, turning my head back up towards the ceiling. My view of the television was suddenly obstructed by her dark braid as I felt her lips part mine. Something spilled into my mouth and I began to swallow before the taste could even register.

Judith had been “baby-birding” me during my training with her over the previous couple days. Which, is really just a cute way of saying she put various liquids in her mouth, then poured them into mine, making me swallow it. I didn’t really have much of a gag reflex when it came to swallowing semen and could I swallow just as well as the next slut, but I did have a little bit of a thing about swapping liquids and especially swapping food; even gum or candy, which is what Sweetie and I would practice with. After Judith had made me brush my teeth and swap orange juice, Sweetie had jokingly used honey. That particular kiss had been our second most intimate one during that first week, just between the two of us, without Judith or Henry in our thoughts at the time. So I was doing pretty well with that facet of my training.

Still, when Judith began pouring Henry’s semen mixed with Sweetie’s juices and her own saliva into my mouth, the bitter taste as well as the sheer volume were too much for me to handle. Apparently I hadn’t been the only one who had been restrained from touching myself over the past few days.

I accidentally coughed and spit half of the foul liquid into Judith’s face. When I finally stopped coughing I looked back up at her reluctantly, believing that she would be displeased with me. However, her expression was one of pure delight as she let the liquid drip back onto my face while she smiled and licked her lips; reveling in the bitter taste. She kissed me deeply then, grabbing my face with both hands, her fingertips pressing hard into the skin of my face. If she hadn’t had such short fingernails I’m certain that she would have drawn blood. She pulled back so that our lips still brushed together and made me look into her eyes from barely more than a centimeter away. Her bright blue rings shone within those white voids. After our kiss I watched those blue rings shrink as her dark pupils doubled in size.

That was the first time that I had truly excited Judith; and she wanted me to see it, to notice it, to fear her. Her breath whispered into my parted lips,

“Thank you, Slave. Now I get to punish you.”

(Continued in Part 10 – Twisted Passions)

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