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Brandy worked her head backwards and forwards, her mouth stretched wide around the big dick in front of her. She looked up meekly at her master as she did so. He looked down at her impassively, giving her no clue as to whether or not he was pleased with her efforts at fellatio, and whether or not he was pleased mattered a great deal to Brandy.
The busty, curvaceous twenty year-old was tied securely on her knees. Her wrists were tied together behind her back, and her elbows were also bound, causing them almost to touch. Her ankles were tied to her thighs, preventing her from standing.
Finally her master let her know if he was pleased: ‘Come on, bitch. You could at least fucking try.’
She moaned, fearing another caning on her thighs – that had been her punishment last time she had performed an unsatisfactory blow-job. She began to suck the cock in earnest, making exaggerated slurping noises around the shaft, and allowing herself to drool over her large breasts, which were pushed forward as her shoulders were drawn back by her bound elbows and, with the more vigorous movements of her head, were now jiggling about furiously. Her master liked her to be noisy when she sucked, and he especially liked it when she drooled on her tits.
‘That’s more like it,’ laughed her master. ‘Now you’re sucking cock like a porn star.’
Like a porn star. Those were words that would haunt her. They marked the beginning of her experimentation with bondage, an experimentation which at first was fun and exciting. When she was reminded of them the first time, it marked the beginning of her slide into true humiliation and helplessness.
Brandy had been in London for six months, staying with friends. She was from New Zealand and had wanted to travel around Europe, especially Britain and Ireland, since she was fourteen. When she was nineteen had decided to take the bull by the horns. She had saved money and headed for Ireland. She backpacked up the west coast with her friend Becky, then they had had a few days in the North. They had enjoyed what they’d seen of Ireland, but funds were running a bit low, so they took a bus down to Dublin and had a couple of nights there before their money had run out completely. Then they had flown to London. Since then, Brandy and Becky had worked in London and lived in an overcrowded house which was full of fellow Kiwis. Although Brandy had loved London, Becky had quickly got tired of it and said she wanted to move on – maybe to Edinburgh. After a couple of months, the girls parted amicably with Becky and Brandy promising to meet back up in London a few months down the line before going on to France and Italy and then finally back to New Zealand. Before going, Becky introduced Brandy to her older brother, Dan.
‘That’s right, whore,’ her master muttered, ‘look at me. Big-titted bitches like you need to know their place.’
A couple of weeks after Becky had gone, though, the landlord of the overcrowded house realised just how many people were staying in his house and began to get worried, and told them all to get out before they ruined the place. Brandy began to panic – she hadn’t saved much money because of all her partying in London – and some of the other Kiwis had decided it was time to move on from London. The couple who had decided to stay in London would be sleeping at friends’ houses, and Brandy couldn’t impose on people she didn’t know.
Luckily, she had got to know Dan very well, and they had starting dating. He was six years older than her, seven years older than Becky, so they hadn’t known anything of each other back home – not really. Brandy knew Dan was into rugby and played at fly-half for a local team back home, and growing up she had had a bit of a crush on him. Being older, he had never noticed her, but he certainly noticed her now. She could tell he was taken with her curvy figure, long reddish-brown hair and bright blue eyes. She was no longer his little sister’s awkward friend.
When, after they had been dating for about a month, Brandy said she didn’t know where she was going to be able to live, Dan had suggested he move in with her. He owned a big seven-bedroom house. He rented six of the rooms out to six very nice, tidy Aussie girls. If she wanted to, she could share his room. If it didn’t work out – well at least she would have bought herself more time to find a new flat.
It seemed like the model answer to her problem.
A cruel hand reached down to Brandy’s saliva-streaked breast.
‘Messy little bitch,’ her master commented as he slapped the bouncing globe. ‘I think I’ll have to have some fun with your norks later.’
Brandy groaned. She had gotten used to the humiliating way her master spoke about her body, but she hadn’t got used to the way her would torment her breasts. She wondered if this ‘fun’ would consist of him tying rope around her torso to make her boobs bulge, whether he would attach clamps to her nipples or simply whip them.
Her master laughed as she moaned, and said, ‘Hey, it’s not my fault your rack is as big as it is. It just demands attention.’
Brandy had moved in on a Monday. She worked shifts at a bar, so the daytime was the ideal time to move. Dan was at work, but she didn’t have much to move so she didn’t need any help; a couple of taxi journeys and she was done.
She let herself in with the keys Dan had given her the previous weekend. Just as she finished moving her stuff into Dan’s room a pretty blonde girl appeared in the hallway.
‘Hiya!’ said the girl. ‘I’m Kimmie. You must be Brandy. Dan told me you’d be moving in soon.’
‘Hi, Kimmie.’ Brandy smiled at the girl who was about three or four inches shorter than her and very slender.
Brandy and Kimmie had hit it off straight away and began chatting. Kimmie was twenty-two and from Brisbane. She had met Dan a year ago through some mutual friends, then moved in about six months ago when her previous lease was up. She had a boyfriend called Rob, also an Aussie, whom she had met through Dan.
The day passed, and one-by-one the other housemates came home. There was Sally, a slender half-Japanese girl of a similar height to Brandy; Clara, a tall, voluptuous brunette; Kate, a curvaceous redhead who was only about five feet tall, and; Eve, a striking, blonde woman in her early thirties, whose hair was cut into a severe bob. All the girls were very warm and friendly to Brandy, except Eve, who was somewhat cool towards her.
Brandy began to think what a great group of girls they were as she sat down to eat with them. They told her that Dan often had to work late, but that he would probably be back soon.
Her master whipped his cock out of her mouth as he said, ‘Time for your facial, cunt.’
Brandy obediently kept her mouth open should he want to fire any spunk into it, then closed her eyes to await her facial. She kept silent, but inwardly she groaned her protest at this most humiliating of acts. Soon enough she felt come splattering across her cheeks, and into her mouth. She opened her eyes just in time to see her master walking away from her. He would make her wait on her knees until he was ready to use her again. No doubt he would return at some point to torment her defenceless breasts before demanding another blow-job.
Finally, after most of the girls had gone to bed, Dan returned home. Brandy heard him greet Eve, who was still up, in the hallway, then he came into the living room.
‘That was a hellish day at work,’ he said by way of greeting. ‘How are you, gorgeous?’
‘Fine, thanks,’ she said, crossing the room to give him a peck on the cheek.
‘Is that all I get?’ he grinned. He grabbed her around the waist and kissed her properly.
Brandy felt herself melt in his embrace and before she knew it he was leading her towards the bedroom. They virtually tore each other’s clothes off once they were sitting on the bed. A few moments later they were both naked, Brandy lying on her back as Dan kissed and caressed her. His hand roamed over her breasts, then one hand wandered down her stomach towards her pussy. She opened her legs slightly for him.
‘You’re so wet,’ he breathed.
‘I’ve been waiting for you all day,’ she gasped and reached for his rampant cock. ‘Give it to me,’ she whispered.
He kissed her, then said, ‘It was a hard day at work today. I think I need to take control back now.’
She was initially puzzled by his comment, but then he reached for his discarded neck-tie which was lying on the pillow. She didn’t resist as he gently tied her wrists together behind her back. She tested the binding and realised she was secured, but she didn’t feel alarm. She was in a house full of women, and she knew help wouldn’t be too far away if things got out of hand. Besides that she trusted Dan and she was incredibly turned on.
‘Have I been a naughty girl?’ she giggled.
‘Not yet. But the night’s still young.’
He lay on his back and helped her straddle him. She groaned softly as she sank down onto his shaft.
‘I want you to ride my cock, Brandy,’ he told her levelly.
She began to gyrate on his erect member which felt huge between her legs. She felt like quite the naughty girl doing as she was told so unquestioningly. She was used to her boyfriends, Dan included, doing all the hard work. Yet here she was eagerly working for not just her own pleasure, but for the pleasure of the man who had bound her. She looked down at Dan as she ground her pussy against him. He reached up and began to squeeze her breasts gently.
She glanced to her left and saw herself in one section of the big mirror that ran the length of one of the bedroom walls. Her eyes lingered on her bound wrists, then fell to her big breasts which Dan was still playing with.
‘I feel like a porn star,’ she breathed, staring at herself in the mirror.
Dan left her breasts alone and grasped her hips.
‘I want you to really fuck that cock,’ said Dan.
Brandy looked down at him, surprised yet thrilled that he was talking dirty to her. He delivered a sharp slap to her buttock to let her know he wanted her to fuck it now. Quickly, Brandy got to work, bouncing up and down on Dan’s member instead of just grinding on it. Once again, her eyes were drawn to the mirror and the reflection of her breasts, which were now bouncing up and down. Dan reached up to capture one of them, and to squeeze it firmly yet gently.
‘You look so hot, Brandy,’ he told her. ‘I really should tie you up more often.’
She didn’t answer, but instead watched herself in the mirror. Silently, however, she couldn’t help but agree with him. After a while, she began to slow her movements as she tired, but a slap on the arse from Dan soon had her picking up the pace. She watched herself get more and more sweaty and the erotic bounce of her boobs took on a new rhythm as she began to pant from exertion. Eventually, after maybe ten minutes, the sensation of Dan’s huge cock between her legs and the incredible sight with which the mirror presented her together conspired to push her over the edge. She felt her belly flutter, and her pussy tingle, then before she knew it her pussy was convulsing around the phallus inside her as she gasped her pleasure.
Dan seemed to realise she had exhausted herself, because as she stopped riding him, he didn’t give her the smack that would remind her to keep humping. Instead, he helped her reverse her position so she was still straddling him, but facing away from him. This time she came face to face with herself in the wardrobe mirror at the foot of the bed. She put her hands flat on Dan’s broad chest, which allowed her to lean back slightly. She was still recovering from her first orgasm as Dan began to pound into her from beneath. If she thought her bouncing breasts had been a sight before, she was in for a shock. This time her massive globes bounced crazily and, as she watched herself in the mirror, she felt a spark in her loins as she saw the evidence of Dan’s mastery of her body. After only a couple of minutes, Brandy was moaning. A few more minutes passed as she was literally wailing with pleasure as a second orgasm hit her. This one was far more powerful than the first and she couldn’t help squealing loudly as she came.
As she regained her breath and tried to regain her composure, Dan lifted her up off his cock and, getting off the bed himself set her down on the floor on her knees.
‘Did you enjoy that?’ he asked softly.
She could only nod dumbly as he stood before her, his dick shiny with the evidence of her orgasms.
‘Good. Time for you to repay the favour. Open wide.’
She wanted to protest. She didn’t like giving head. She had done it for a couple of boyfriends in the past, but she had always found it unpleasant. Now Dan expected her give him a blow-job when his prick was literally dripping with her pussy’s lubrication. That was a new combination of humiliating and disgusting. And yet… maybe she did owe him for some of the best sex she had ever had. And she was bound. She would do this for him, this time, since he was in control.
Brandy opened her mouth and, trying to ignore the taste of pussy that was all over his cock, she began to work her head back and forward.
‘That’s right,’ Dan groaned. ‘Look at me honey. Let me see those big blue eyes.’
She looked up at him and was thoroughly satisfied with herself when she saw how much pleasure she was giving him. She glanced to one side at the mirror, and marvelled at the picture reflected back at her of a submissive woman who was working energetically to satisfy her boyfriend with the only means left to her in her helpless state – her mouth. Her eyes travelled to her tied hands, and she found herself testing the bonds, then sighing around the dick in her mouth as the test confirmed her powerlessness.
‘Look at me, Brandy,’ Dan reminded her. ‘Now, I want you to keep working on that dick until I’m ready to come all over those big jugs of yours.’
She felt a submissive thrill as he referred to her body in such crude terms.
Suddenly he pulled her cock out of her mouth and bounced the head on her cheek.
‘What do I want you to do?’ he asked, teasingly.
‘You want to me work on your dick,’ she whispered meekly, ‘until you’re ready to come on my big jugs.’ She felt her pussy heating up again despite her two orgasms as she was made to use such language about her breasts.
‘Good girl,’ he said, feeding his cock back into her obedient, diligent mouth.
She worked away at him, finding that the more she tried to please him, the more her pussy began to tingle, almost in jealousy that her mouth was getting all the attention. By the time Dan was ready to come, so was she. He whipped her cock from her mouth so suddenly that a strand of saliva was left hanging from her mouth, and landed on her breasts, which were soon covered in Dan’s thick spunk. She looked down at her herself as come and saliva combined on her heaving chest, and fell with soft splats onto her thighs. She looked at the panting woman in the mirror and again her pussy trembled, asking for attention. Brandy was shocked to find how much of a turn on it was to see herself looking so dishevelled and used. When Dan pushed his still-rigid cock back into her mouth for a last bit of sucking, the feeling of utter subservience to the man standing over her nearly brought on the orgasm she so desperately craved now.
Dan walked away from her, went into the en suite bathroom, apparently unconcerned that she was a mess and unable to tidy herself up. She knelt in disbelief as he was gone for a few minutes. A while later, he returned with some tissue.
‘You could have untied me before you went, you know,’ she grumbled as he undid the knot in his neck-tie.
‘Sorry,’ he said, handing her the tissue once she was free.
She self-consciously wiped her breasts – which were aching to be touched – as Dan climbed into bed. She threw the used tissue into bin in the corner of the room, and then quickly came to a decision. There was no way she would sleep in this state – not because Dan hadn’t been good, but because he’d been too good.
‘I think I need a bit of a wash after that,’ she said quietly, and disappeared into the bathroom. Dan mumbled a sleepy ‘OK’ as she left.
In the bathroom, Brandy ran the hot water tap, and washed her breasts at the basin, removing the last of Dan’s residue. She began to fondle her heavy, sensitive breasts. Her jugs. That was what Dan had called them. They certainly are big enough to be called jugs, she thought mischievously, reliving the submissive thrill she had felt when he had ordered her to talk about herself in such playfully crude language.
She squeezed herself and tweaked her nipples, then, still caressing her jugs with one hand, she let her right hand slide down over her flat belly to her hot, wet, demanding pussy. She fingered herself frantically for the first time in her life, remembering all the things Dan had done to her and demanded of her return while she had been helplessly bound for his pleasure.
Her orgasm hit her, and she felt her legs tremble. She gripped the basin to prevent herself falling then, after a few seconds, looked at the woman in the mirror before her. Her face, neck shoulders and chest were all flushed red. She knew she would have to go back out soon, or Dan would suspect something, but she equally knew that she clearly looked like she’d just had an orgasm. The thought made her blush more. She bought herself more time by brushing her teeth, then left the room. To her relief, Dan would not see her post-orgasmic glow; he was fast asleep.
Thank God I can retain some dignity, she thought as she climbed into bed and snuggled up next to him.
Eventually her master did return.
She looked up at him with big blue eyes as he approached with a huge red ball-gag in his hand. She hated that gag – it was such a strain on her jaw – but she opened her mouth dutifully when he presented it to her lips.
‘Now then, my little collection of fuck-holes,’ he said coldly, ‘let me tell you about an idea I’ve had. It’s called “Slaves’ Tri-Nations”. You’re going to be New Zealand’s representative – you’ve been nominated because there’s not a Kiwi alive that’s more of a cum-bucket than you.’
As her master spoke, Brandy felt like weeping. The only reason she didn’t was because she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
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