The scent of a woman - Part III

"Lie on your stomach. Spread your legs and place your hands on your back" commanded Master L. I immediately complied. I felt W take hold of my hands and before I knew it, she had handcuffed me. God, she smells good, I thought.I rested my face on the floor. 

Suddenly W yanked my hair and raised my face. "Don't Move"she said. "Close your eyes". As I shut my eyelids, she placed a cotton swab on them and taped them shut. W then fastened an eye mask over my eyes. Not being able to see anything, frightened me, but what could I do?

With that, they left me there, naked, legs spread, hands behind my back and blind. I tried to imagine what they had in store for me. As I lay there, I tried to come to grips with what had just happened. I had been stripped and complete strangers had feasted on my naked body. A woman I did not know before today had sexually brought me to an orgasm and now I lay on the floor bound like a toy waiting to satisfy somebody's fantasies. 

What had I gotten into? Had I slipped into a lifestyle that would eventually destroy my marriage and family, the two things that were my most valuable possessions? It was one thing to live this lifestyle in the safety of a monogamous relationship, but if this went any further....and then it hit me.... "Oh Lord, what if...." As the thought came to me, my mouth dried and I felt a nauseating feeling in the pit of my stomach. 

"No... he would never expect me to..., Would he?.. Could he?" For the first time since I had signed the contract, I tried to recollect what the contact actually said. I tried to recall if there was a provision against multiple sexual partners, and realized to my dismay that there was not. We had not even thought about it. It had not even come up in our conversations. There was a "safety word", and I could use that to get out of anything I really did not want to do, but I pretty much considered that "my nuclear option" with my Swami.

I tried to imagine all the permutations that could happen. I first considered the option where I could be commanded to serve W sexually. As I visualized it, the emotion I felt was "excitement".  My Swami could fuck W. I let this sit in my mind's eye for a while. The emotions I felt the most was "insecurity". Master L and Swami could have sex with each other. The emotion I felt was "fear". 

Finally I considered the last option. Master L could use me for his sexual pleasure. "Horror and terror" was the only way I can describe how I felt when I considered this possibility.

As I contemplated these scenarios, the nuclear option seemed the only logical choice. I said to myself "use the safety word, halt the madness and retreat into the safety zone. Yeah, there would be some hurt feelings along the way, but at the end of the day, time would heal all wounds. This day was still salvageable"

Then a phrase popped into my consciousness. "The Euthyphro dilemma". That was what I was facing right now! Simply stated, “As a Daasi, should I submit to my God’s command only if I feel it is something that I agree with morally, or should I submit to any command because anything my God said automatically became moral for me?” Whether it was Abraham in the Bible or Arjun in the Gita, every major religion had posed this question and the answer always came down to two words, trust and faith.

 

Did my Swami enjoy my complete, unquestionable and unconditional trust or was my trust conditional and provisional. Would I place my future, my reputation, my dignity in his hands and blindly trust him to do right by me or would I question his judgment when things got really tough. Naked, blindfolded and lying on my stomach, I meditated on that question. By the time, W pulled me upright by my hair and interrupted my meditation I had my answer.

Naked and blindfolded, I whimpered as W roughly dragged me by my hair to my Swami’s bedroom. “You will remember tonight, you slut” she taunted. “You don’t know the first thing of being a good slave”. Today, my master and your Swami are going to teach you what it means to be a real Slave.  First I need to prepare you to be an obedient fuck toy. My heart skipped a beat when I heard those words.

 She pushed me down on my back. The surface was not our soft bed. I was lying on something else, but I could not tell what. Then she pulled my hands over my head. I felt her put a handcuff on each hand and then jerk them away and above my body as if she were nailing me to a cross. She fastened both handcuffs to something with a click and with that my hands were out of way.

“At least you had the good sense of keeping yourself nice and hairless”, she said and ran her hands softly over my armpits. Her touch tickled like crazy and I tried to pull my arms together, but they did not move even a little bit.

I then felt something like a belt being fastened to the top of each of my thighs near my groin area. It cut into my skin and made me wince. “Shut up and suck it up” W said harshly. Whatever had happened to the nice lady with whom I was chatting with earlier in the evening? I thought. She had completely changed. She then tied my groin area down to some anchor. I tried to push my ass up, but it would not budge.  I love pushing my lower torso up and down as my Swami fucks me, but now, I could not even wiggle my butt.

“Bend your legs slave”, W said. I did as I was commanded. She then tied the same kind of belt to each of my thighs just above my knees and pulled them apart and fastened them to an anchor. Finally she belted my ankles right at my ankle bone and raised them high and away from each other and tied them to something. She then stepped back and surveyed her handiwork with satisfaction. I could picture how I looked in my mind’s eye. I was tied down with my legs raised and spread with no way to protect myself. My pussy and asshole were exposed and with my hands out of the way, I was completely helpless.

Suddenly W smacked my exposed and unprotected pussy hard with a whip. I screamed in pain. I desperately tried to pull my legs together and I heard W laugh. “You dumb bitch”, she snickered and brought down the whip hard on my pussy again. The pain was excruciating. I let out another full throated scream.

“I am going to keep smacking you, till you stop screaming” she said. “Whack”…. “AAAH”… Whack…. “AAH, no, please no” “Whack”…. “Aah…I started sobbing” “Whack”…. My pussy was on fire. I tried with all my strength to pull my legs together, but they did not move. “Whack”…. “Please, please, I can’t take it anymore, please” “Then stop screaming”, said W. “Whack”. I bit hard on my lips breaking skin and tasting blood, but managed to keep quiet. “Whack”…. I clenched my fist so hard that I felt my nails dig into my palms. “Whack”… I thought I was going delirious, my toes curled, my body tightened and I was about to let out a blood curdling cry, when I heard a loud smack and a cry from W.

“How dare you punish her, without her Master’s permission? Do you know who you are?” I heard Master L growl. “I am sorry, Master, I am so sorry”, “She looked so vulnerable, innocent and pathetic, I could not control myself”

“You will be punished for this” I heard Master L say.

“Thank you”, “Thank you, Master”, I whimpered and I heard him laugh. “Shut the fuck up, you dumb slut”, he said and I trembled at the sound of his voice. Then I heard Swami’s voice. “Why is she not prepped yet?” “I am almost done. Master”, W whimpered. “Get it done now” my Swami commanded and the thought of him bossing Slave W, helped take my mind off the burning sensation emanating from my pussy.

“Wow, look at that pussy”, Master L said to my Swami. It is so pink and swollen from the whipping.

 I was licking my lips, when I felt W force her fingers into my throat and pull my mouth open. “Open really wide”, she commanded. Not sure of what she had in mind, I obeyed.
Suddenly I felt a round metal ring being inserted into my mouth. “Lift your tongue”. The metal ring settled under my upper teeth, and above my lower teeth, just under my tongue. I had never had anything like this put in my mouth before but I quickly realized that with it in place, I could not shut my mouth. She then secured it to the back of my neck with a band. There were four claw like appendages that emerged from the O-ring on either side of my mouth that dug into my cheeks. They prevented the ring from moving around in my mouth.

“She is ready, my Masters” L said in a soft and submissive voice. 

“Daasi”, I heard my Swami address me. “Can you hear me?” I made a noise to indicate that I did.

“I have decided that for you to grow as a slave, I have to break some of the inhibitions that you now have”. “You have come to expect certain privileges that no slave should have”. “You are my Slave, and I am going to whore you out today to Master L and he has decided to whore out his Slave to me”. Both of us are going to fuck both of you today and fuck you like you have never been fucked before.   We are going to fill your holes and treat you both like the fuck toys you both are.

With that he stopped and let his words sink in. So it had come to down to this. This was my chance. All I had to do was use my fingers and signal my safe sign and this would all be over. I could sense that my Swami was staring intently at my palms right now to see what I was going to do.