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Bought at auction (lowblow emma x bimbo a la blonde)

I hold the kiss, letting our tongues entwine, chasing each other up and down, around and around. Playing hide and seek and catch as catch can.
My hands begin to explore her. I don’t know why I am doing this, but after all why shouldn’t I? She is mine to do with as I please and at this precise moment it pleases me to begin to stroke her. Not in a way to arouse her, but in a way to give me pleasure. My fingers trace her spine, gliding over flesh coated in the silky water of the oily bath. They caress the curves of her buttocks and slip into her cleft, rimming her ass hole. Our tongues continue to play and our crotches start to grind each other. She slips one thigh over mine, so I can rub against her as she begins to rub against me. It pleases me as she begins to respond as I do, as our fingers begin to mimic each other’s movements as we ass fuck each other in unison.
 
Amber begins to feel almost intoxicated, like in a sexual trance as goosebumps appear all over her body.....she lets out a soft sigh as her owner slips a finger down her body and into her asshole, moving forward even more to sink the woman's finger even deeper inside her, at the same time continuing the buttfucking of her owner....
Amber straddles one thigh as she mashes her pussy down against her owners....she utters not a sound, being careful to stay silent as instructed, despite urgings to loudly moan as their pussies make contact....looking into her owner's eyes as if in a trance, silently vigorously rubbing her tits up and down against her owner's, her nipples becoming rigid.....by now there was no doubt in amber's mind....she was becoming very much aroused at the idea of having sex with a woman, and giving her pleasure in return....
 
It is obvious that Amber is not only aroused but getting off and not only getting off but getting off as a result of my finger fucking her. She has to learn that I did not buy her for her pleasure. I bought her for mine. I may need to teach her some discipline – my eyes fall on the long, wooden-handled brush. Maybe … later maybe.
Anyway, the water is getting cold. I pull my finger out of her ass and give her my instructions.
‘I am finished here. Get a towel and dry me.’
She scrambles out of the bath, her skin glistening with oil. She trails water across the floor as she rushes to fetch a towel. She should have anticipated my need and had one immediately to hand. Another reason to discipline her. I watch her tits bouncing and her ass bobbing and wonder how frustrated she is feeling. Power is a wonderful thing and power over another person the best of all, as I am beginning to realise.
She brings the towel and I step out of the bath. She does not bring one for herself or attempt to dry herself first, despite the chill in the air. Good, she is learning somethings.
I raise my arms and spread my legs, waiting to see if she understands that the pleasure of a bath does not end when I step out of the water.
 
Amber fights back the urge to sigh as the finger exits her ass and is told to dry her off....scrambling to get a towel, she scurries back and quickly dries the woman off...naked and wet, it feels a little cold and the last thing amber needs would be to have her owner get upset or shivering.
She notices that her Lady's legs are apart and knows already, despite her lack of training what she should do. Kneeling between the woman's legs, she reaches up, her hands behind her and proceeds to gently slip her tongue one again into her beautiful pussy. In and out it darts, tonguefucking her...
Is amber getting goosebumps again from the slight chill in the air or from the new and confusing sensations of having sex with another female?
 
Amber dries me efficiently on the warm towel, but does not make it the sensual experience that I had hoped for. She has also left undressed in the evening chill of the bathroom.
Reluctantly, I pull her head out of my crotch and look down on her.
‘You have performed some of your duties quite satisfactorily for someone who is new to this situation. But you have been deficient in some respects. You did not have a towel ready to dry me, you did not continue the sensual experience through the towelling, and you did not have clothes ready to keep me warm afterwards. You must learn to anticipate my needs and be ready to meet them whatever they are and wherever we may be. Get me a robe to wear and then I will have to punish you.’
I am not punishing her for my benefit. I do so only in order for her to learn.
When she has wrapped me in the soft warmth of my robe, I pick up the long-handled wooden brush and order her to fetch a stool from the corner.
‘Now, Amber, bend over the stool. And while I beat you I want you to remember what I told you earlier.’
I give her no time to prepare mentally for her beating or to brace herself physically. As soon as she has knelt and bent low over the stool, I land the first blow with the back of the brush. Hard on her right cheek, her body jumps but I continued landing the next on her left cheek. And so I continue, alternating cheeks and steadily increasing the power and the speed of the blows. Her cheeks are bright red from the blows and I imagine from my own experience with my master the pain and humiliation that she must now be feeling. I only stop when my arm begins to ache. Time to change tack.
‘Open you thighs, Amber, spread them as wide as you can.’
With the brush turned round, I thrash her pussy and wonder what it feels like. Each sharp bristle hitting a nerve ending, each generating its own individual pain, pain that unites and builds with each successive stroke. Again, I stop only when my arm begins to tire.
 
Amber reluctantly brings over the stool and bends herself over, her creamy alabaster ass up and vulnerable....the blows from the hairbrush stings as she clings to the stool legs, first one cheek, then the other, back and forth, over and over until she feels like her entire ass is on fire--and judging by the crimson marks one might picture it so.
The pain increases by the number of the blows, ad amber fights back the urge to scream or cry out, the only sound that comes from her lips is groans.....mustn't yell---mustn't scream, her inner voice reminds her....Her owner could take it as words, and since she is to be silent unless spoken to, it could be taken as words and even more punishment may result....
She then opens her thighs wide, displaying her pussy and winces, biting her lip.....amber knows where the next set of blows will be centered.....the nylon bristles pinch and bite, the stings multiply and it feels like the bristles will penetrate her skin.....her feet bounce off the floor, her torso bounces back and forth as the pain almost becomes unbearable....amber starts crying.....
 
I never cry. I shed all the tears I have long ago. Like me, one day Amber will run out of tears. The sooner the better, so I let them flow.
She has a natural talent and will be a valuable slave. She is my investment in the future. I can only do what I do for so long and then my master will look for someone to replace me. And what will happen to me then? He will sell me on. Unless … unless I can buy my freedom. And Amber may be my ticket to freedom. My master may take her in exchange for me or I may be able to sell her for enough to buy my freedom.
But that is the future. Right now she is here to provide my pleasure. And beating me has given me pleasure. Let me see how she responds to me now. I reach to her crotch, where her flesh is red and torn from the brush, and press my finger between her lips. It comes away glistening. She is aroused. I let my robe fall open.
 
Amber, despite the pain being inflicted upon her had become aroused, at first knowing both her holes were accessible and avail for viewing and was helpless to prevent it. The sexual confusion she'd been suffering had by now reached some sort of peak and amber was slowly by surely becoming aroused by this woman.....her supple body amber saw up close in the bathtub was already enough to give her goosebumps, her mind once again turning traitor against her mind and what she thought was common sense soon gave way to desire, both desire to have pleasure given to her and to give it willingly to her owner.......
Amber's pussy lips had already started to engorge with blood and swell, static sensual electricity instantly pouring through her body as the woman pressed against it with her finger......
she heard the faint sound of her owner's robe coming off and falling on the floor....she stayed in the kneeling position, afraid to turn, quietly anticipating the woman's next move.....
 
‘Amber, I am feeling much better. I think I will go out to meet my friends and show them my new pet.’
Time for another test.
‘Fetch me some clothes. You choose what you think I should wear and come back and dress me. Then fetch your dress and we can be on her way.’
As I wonder what clothes she will bring and how will she dress me, I fetch a collar and lead. I am not going to risk her running off.
 
"yes Mistress," amber replies and goes quickly to the woman's bedroom. To the hall on the left is another door, which opened into a huge walk in closet, bigger that she thought it would be. Amber rummages through it and picked a black dress with glittering sequins with a scalloped front and a low cleavage. In the dresser she came out with a black lace plunge bra, matching panties and after searching, came out with a pair of black 5" heels. On the way back amber grabbed her own dress and scurried back to her owner.....upon returning she drops to her knees, being careful not to let any of the clothes touch the floor.....
 
Amber’s choice of clothes is perfect for what I have in mind. I stand quietly as she dresses me, letting her soft hands float over my flesh as she lifts my breasts into my bra, and eases my panties over my sore buttocks, the soft material soothing the raw stripes left by my master’s beating. The dress glides over my thighs as she lifts my feet into my shoes.
We set off through the streets with Amber on her lead walking alongside me. We soon leave behind the affluent thoroughfares where I am fortunate to live. The roads become narrower and darker. Finally I turn down an alley and knock on a door. The grill opens and, when the eyes recognise me, so does the door.
Inside my fellow slaves are relaxing. Some are fondling each other. Others drinking themselves into oblivion. Yet others are high away on drugs. I soon attract attention, or rather my pet does. Word has already spread of what has happened to me and of the prize I received in return. Friends come over to sympathise, especially ones who have suffered at that man’s hands before me. No one asks the details.
Amber attracts a lot of interest. I refuse all offers to buy or rent her, but I am willing to show off my new possession. I command her to remove her dress. Then I lead her round for everyone to enjoy. Some just stare, some pull at her hair, others stroke her body while others fondle under her dress, exploring every crease and crevice.
 
Amber is understandably nervous, walking outside with a leash attached to her collar, the other end held by her owner. Collars nowadays rarely attract attention, but the leash however does, and more than one passerby casts doubletakes. The choice of clothing for her owner was apparently correct, and her Lady seemed to approve with out a word. Amber's dress was the same she had before, hardly as noticible as her Lady's, but did caress her form enough to be thankful for gravity.
They arrived at what looked like an underground pub, subdued lighting and crowded. Both men and women seemed to know amber's owner somehow.....amber is apprehensive and steps closer to her owner, an act that some would view as a plea for protection......people come over to the woman, kissing her, arms around her shoulder, verbal sympathy.....amber watches everything with detached interest....they all seem to be, at least at one point in time in the same position as the woman....were they slaves as well?.....
Some of them offer money to her, obviously to buy or rent amber but thankfully she refuses. By the time they were in the middle of the place, amber was ordered to remove her dress. Once she does, she hears more than one sigh. Amber starts feeling embarrassed but at the same time she smiles, knowing obviously people are admiring her.....with her leash still intact, her owner brings her over to some people, then others....some caress her, others run their fingers through her hair, others more aggressive slip their fingers in both her pussy and her ass.....her owner anticipates amber's initial apprehension, then gives a tug on her leash as a sign to let them do as they wished.....amber closes her eyes as the more determined play with her tits and one even attempts a quick fingerfuck......
 
Amber is gradually led towards a low stage in the centre of the room. I settle back with a drink and watch as she becomes a toy for my friends. Hands roam over her body, not an inch is left unexplored. Different hands, some soft, some hard and calloused, some gently exploring, other probing and pinching. She is pulled this way and that, spun round to be grabbed by her tits, while a finger explores her ass.
Gradually most of my friends have had their fill of playing with her and drift back to their tables or over to me. A fresh young toy can only hold their interest for so long. But others have a special attraction in someone so young and inexperienced. I recognise two tall muscled young men who were sold by my master at auction only a year or so ago. They have held back so far, just watching quietly from a corner, but now they approach the stage. The blond one pushes the remaining gropers away while the one with black curly hair walks around her, his eyes scanning her. He cannot miss the rawness of her ass and crotch. He pushes to her knees and stands with his crotch in her face. The room goes silent as he lowers his pants and his cock springs free. Long and straight, he rubs it on her lips pulling her mouth onto it, forcing it in and down her throat. Unseen behind her the blond boy is disrobing to reveal a cock that is not so long but curved and thick. He approaches Amber from behind, kneels and penetrates her cunt with one slow thrust.
 
Unhooked rom the leash, Amber nervously approaches the center of the platform and sits on her knees, nervously awaiting the first set of hands. No effort to escape is attempted---her owner had already reminded her of the futility if it entered her mind---besides, the room was filled with people all either loyal to or friends with her owner.
People come up, some individually, some in groups of 2 or more and explore the beautiful new pet....
fingers are thrusted in her ass and her cunt, her tits are both caressed and roughly played with...amber groans and moans as her body becomes a sexual Disneyland but she dares no cry out, even though some of the males are very rough with her. After a while her newness wears off and they gradually return to their drinking and partying.
2 men approach the stage and both look her over.....amber follows them with her eyes, trying not to mover her head. One of them puts his hand on her shoulders, forcing her down on her hands and knees......she's scared and obviously freightened but makes no effort to move. The one man's cock springs to life from insides his pants and after dropping them and his boxers, presents his rigid member to amber's face before shoving it into her mouth. She gags, inexperienced in being facefucked as he thrusts it in and out of her mouth....she makes "AAAAARRRRGH!" sounds as he shoves it to the back of her throat......
In the meantime, another man pulls down his pants and, crouching behind her, admiring amber's creamy alabaster ass comes at her from the rear.....she knows something is happening but she's impaled by her mouth, her hair being pulled by the first man, pulling her head closer to his crotch.....
Suddenly another cock, a bigger one, violates her pussy....she tries to let out a loud groan but when she does she gets another mouthful of cock....the two men work both ends of her in unison as she rocks back and forth.....
 
As the men finish and pull away, Amber has no time to move before others replace them. A woman stands over her face now, exposing flabby lips for her to kiss, while her friend approaches from behind with two dildos, one for Amber’s pussy, the other for her ass. As she works the dildos and Amber works on her friend’s cunt, more come forward. Some fondle her, others lie under her to suckle at her nipples as they masturbate. Amber is submerged in a crowd all intent on using her for their pleasure. Some patiently wait their turn, while others are too aroused to wait and masturbate as they watch the others working Amber’s body. In the quieter corners of the bar, couples begin writhing in their own pleasure aroused by the sight on the stage.
I watch, proud that I have such a popular possession. And as I watch, thoughts begin to form in my mind. Thoughts of how I could use Amber, not just for my pleasure, but to my advantage and my profit.
 
Amber scarcely has time to breathe as a woman approaches her, taking off her panties and lowers her pussy down on her face, urging her to suck and lick her.....knowing her owner is watching and knowing better not to antagonize her, she proceeds to lick and suck as the woman moans, mashing her cunt over amber's mouth and nose. Suddenly she feels herself being entered from behind.....dildos!....
a smaller one enters her pussy while a larger one violates her tight ass. Both are being worked briskly as she rocks back and forth with the thrusts....out of the corner of her eye, amber can see a dozen onlookers staring, all aroused, some masterbating....
She lets out a loud groan as she feels a body slide underneath her, fondling her tits and sucking her nipples.....amber is still very much a neophyte and knows nothing about restraint or control, and becomes wetter by the minute, the dildo submerged in her cunt grazing her G spot.....another 5 thrusts and she lets out a scream as her body tenses and shudders.....she climaxes and squirts, drenching the dildos and the hands of the operators behind her. Amber wasn't aware that she was a 'squirter', but then again, there was many things about her body----and her own sexual desires---she knew nothing about, including the new and confusing feelings she was beginning to have about sex with women....
 
Eventually the two guys return, shooing off the others and leaving Amber collapsed on the floor. They stand over her and jerk themselves off, spraying their cum over her back and hair. They walk away leaving her on the stage. The bar returns to its usual activities; no one bothers about her any more. I am the only one left watching.
I walk across and kneel beside her. She is a mess. Cum from goodness knows how many guys is running from every orifice, her thighs are drenched in her own juices. Her tits are scarred with teeth marks and her flesh has been torn by sharp and broken nails. Her hair is matted. But is that a smile I can see at the corners of her mouth, near those patched of dried cum?
If I let her put on her dress, it will be ruined. It must be kept clean until I can buy her something new tomorrow. I slip the leash on and lead her home, naked through the dark streets, attracting little attention from the late night revellers who are more interested in themselves than what is going on around them.
On when I have locked the door do I release her.
‘Watch yourself if you want to. Do what you want, but don’t try to leave, and wake me early.’
 
Amber is now as torn mentally as she is physically....between the sensation of squirting for the first time, a multitude of cocks, tongues, fingers and dildos, she is a wreck and appears lifeless on the stage. The group of people had finally grew tired of their new public fuck toy and returned to their partying. Only one, a woman threw her a towel, not to clean herself off with, but to clean the floor.....
"if you don't mind me saying so," she remarked, "I never seen a girl squirt like that....I wish I was a squirter..." at the time of course, amber didn't feel as proud of her new found abilities as the woman was....she hurt in every orifice and could feel cum dripping out of both her ass and her pussy.
But was all of it pain, or was there something else there?.....in a perverted way---or at least, she thought of it as perverted---amber was pleased with herself, pleased that she survived the numerous sessions, pleased that her owner seemed to be happy with her, and surprisingly aroused by the women....
They walked out and down the darkened street, once again the leash attached to her collar until they got back home. The woman unhooked the leash but left on her collar, leaving her to fend for herself after a reminder to wake her early the next morning. Amber looked around and after cleaning herself up, curled naked on the rug on the living room floor and tried to sleep.....
 
It is more difficult than I thought owning a slave. Maybe it is because I am a slave myself.
I understand how she feels, thinking back to those first confused days after my father sold me. Remembering the fear at what might happen, how I cowered at the beatings as my new owner tried to train me before selling me on. A kaleidoscope of small rooms, bumpy transport and auctions. Sold as having potential for this or that, always something different. Losing track of how many times I was bought only to be rejected as unsuitable and sold again. Until that day when no one bid for me at all and my present master kept me for himself.
But as an owner now I am disappointed that she has not come to me. She is thinking of herself as I did, but her thoughts should be of me, first, only and always. Does she not think of me, of how aroused I became at seeing her abused in that way? Why did she not come to service me immediately in the bar? Has she not now imagined my hand gliding slowly over my body, feeling the soft touch, the warmth, the moistness of my reaction that reassures me that I am indeed human and not just someone’s possession. I could summon her to assist me, but that would break the spell as my mind drifts towards sleep with my finger stroking my clit. My eyelids close as the gentle orgasm rocks me toward sleep. My finger falls away, leaving a moist trail across my thigh.
 
Amber stirs, unable to sleep, visions of what so recently happened going through her mind.....naked and shivering, she gets up and walks quietly toward the bedroom in which her owner is sleeping.
Ever so gently, she pulls back the covers and slides under, snuggling against the warm body of her Mistress......despite the fact that this woman had done things to her not unlike what she's just experienced, amber starts to feel as though this woman is her protector.....
She remembers all the hands poking and prodding inside her, daisy chaining her, the multiple insertions......yes it still hurts down there so she takes the chance of not being invited in bed and buries her head under the woman's arm and begins to settle in but the aroma of female sex attracts her.
sure enough, the woman must have been masterbating, for there was nectar along the inside of her thighs. Amber oh so gently licks the juices away then, placing her head under the woman's arm, finally falls asleep......
 
As I began to stir next morning, I became aware of a warm body pressed against me. I had no recollection of her coming into my bed and I was annoyed that I had missed the chance to be aware of her presence with me during the night. In my frustration, I jumped out of the bed and pulled at the sheet, rolling her onto the floor.
‘Come on’ I scolded, ‘I told you to wake me early. You’ve no time to lie there snoozing. Get up and get me dressed. We have to go out.’
We did indeed have to go out. I was tired of seeing Amber is the same dress, which was getting dirtier and scruffier every time she wore it.
So off we went. I used the lead again, still unsure whether to trust her or not. First the lingerie shop for some underwear. I let her choose her own, but made her try them all on to be sure I liked them and made her parade in front of the other customers to get their opinions. Naturally they all assumed that, having a slave, I was not one myself. Having Amber was having some definite advantages for me. And then to the dress shop for a small selection of clothes that were suitable for different occasions when she might need to be dressed. When she was attending me around the house, there would be no need for her to dress.
Back at the house, it was time for some more discipline. She had failed to come to me last night, failed even to ask if I wanted her. And there was only one way she would learn to anticipate my needs. Every time she failed, she would be punished, and each time more severely than the last.
I waited to see what she would do first.
 
Amber fell to the floor with a thump, looking up at her obviously annoyed owner. She opened her mouth to say something but quickly decided it wasn't an intelligent move.
She put on the same dingy dress she'd been in since the beginning and off they went to a couple stores....her owner clipped the leash back on her collar and walked through the first store, a lingerie shop, much to the surprised look of other shoppers. Amber was of course aware of the stares but kept her eyes focused in front of her. After picking some sexy lace bras, garters and panties, she tried them on, emerged from the dressing room and displayed herself to her owner and whoever was fortunate enough to be around at the time. She picked a beautiful pink lace plunge bra with see through cups, string bikini panties to match and a pink lace garter belt. She could tell by her Lady's smile that she obviously approved of the choice.
A male shopper closely in pursuit of the girl he came in with stopped and stared, apparently approving of the choice as well.....
Once finished ther, they went to a dress shop where the leash once again prompted stares and occaisional pointing and amber picked out some outfits that looked not to obstantatious, but not understated either.
When they returned home however it was a different story.....amber knew the smiles and 'accidental' peep shows were mostly for the public. Amber left the purchases in the bag, knelt on the floor on her knees with head down, awaiting the punishment she was certain would follow..
 
I sighed with despair as I looked down at the girl kneeling before me. I lifted my foot and pushed her over onto her back.
‘Amber, you must anticipate what I want at all times. It is no use just waiting to be told what to do. You have no idea how tiring it is to have to tell someone what to do every second of the day. Just look at you. You’re still wearing that stinking dress. Do you really think I want to see and smell that thing all the time? I have just bought you new dresses and underwear. I want the sight of you to give me pleasure. And what will give me pleasure is to see you in one of those new panties and bras. You should have realised that that is what would give me pleasure and put them on immediately. Now go and change at once.’
Her young body moved swiftly and gracefully as she shrugged off her old dress and unwrapped her clean underwear. As she was putting them on, I spoke again.
‘Now what do you think I would like next? Just think about it. I have just come in from the street, what would you do? You would change wouldn’t you. Just like I have made you change. And I would like to change out of this dress, into some clean underwear and my red thigh boots. Go fetch them and then help me dress.’
She scurried quickly away, eager to do as I had ordered. But I was not yet done with her. I called after her.
‘And bring that thin cane back with you as well.’
I wonder if she would realise what that was for.
 
Amber wasted no time getting off the floor and with a respectful, "yes, Mistress," ran to the bedroom. It didn't take long for her to change, since the purchases were still in the bag. She threw her old rag of a dress in the trash and shimmied into her new pink string bikini panties. Standing in front of the mirror as she put on the new pink lace bra with see through cups, she turned around and nervously smiled.
Going into her owner's bedroom, she picked out a black lace bra, panties and garter belt outfit along with the red thigh boots. Almost leaving the room, she caught sight of the shiny redwood cane hanging on a large hook on the wall. Taking it down, she wondered about it's purpose, but wasted little time thinking as she returned to the living room where her owner was impatiently waiting. Amber quickly and silently removed her owner's clothing and slipped on the panties, softly kissing all the way up her legs and thighs until they were snugly in place. Next came the bra and Amber did as before, giving her kitten kisses as she gently slipped her Lady's tits into the cups and clasped the back.
Once finished with the boots, she handed over the cane, quickly returned to her knees and waited...
Oh, she knew she would be punished somehow for something.....she was still very much a novice when it came to slave training and anticipating other's wants and needs.....
 
Amber looks good in her new lingerie. Her tits are free and firm, but the pink string draws my eyes downwards, only to rise again to catch sight of her tits bouncing as she hurries towards me. My breath quickens as she comes close to me, so close I can see the fine hairs on her arms and smell her scent. My scent if I'm not mistake, but never mind. Her hands glide over my body as she undresses me and her kisses drop along my calves and thighs as light as butterfly wings, skirting round my mound and working up my belly to my tits as she dresses me slowly and sensuously. I feel a warm glow working out from those kisses and spreading over my whole body. And as she pushes my feet into the boots and pulls them tight up to my thighs, I feel powerful and in control. There is only one thing I need to complete this. Something I have never had in my own control before. Someone who is at my command and who will do exactly as I say. Someone who will ensure that I have the pleasure I want - need - just as I like it.

I take the cane and wave it in front of Amber. Then I give my command.

'Take this and beat me. Beat my ass until I tell you to stop.'

I hand her the cane, bend over the couch and wait for my pleasure to begin.
 
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