The Tape By Arthur The scene: A woman kneeling, wearing a black satin chemise, and black silk panties. By her side are a leather collar, four clothes-pins, a bowl of ice, several vibrators of various sizes, and a tape recorder. The woman is young, about twenty-four. She has flowing red hair and a fair complexion to match. Her figure is compact, tight, like a dancers. Her breasts are small, but nicely rounded. Her nipples, when erect, stand out like little fingers. Her hips are trim and shapely, her legs long and muscular. She eyes the tape recorder with some trepidation, as if trying to come to a decision. She wants the message that the tape will bring, but she dreads it. She wonders where inside her this awful, burning need comes from. She is at once excited, ashamed, nervous and embarrassed. She can hardly believe what she's about to do, yet she painstakingly made the preparations, just as he ordered in his letter. She marvels at his ability to take her breath away from so great a distance. She reaches for the "Play" button, hesitates one last time, then takes a deep breath and presses it... "Hello slave girl," his voice so deep, so commanding, sends a chill down her spine, a tingle of anticipation, "The fact that you are hearing my voice tells me that you have prepared yourself as I required and are ready to fulfill you desires. From this moment forward you are to do nothing, unless commanded by me; you are to do everything that I command without hesitation. If you are not capable of following these simple rules you should turn the tape of now," and then silence. Ten, twenty, thirty seconds passed and just as she thought to check the tape: "Good, I'm pleased that you're still with me. Raise your hands to your neck, slave girl. Feel the smooth skin of your throat with just your fingertips. Imagine the feel of leather encircling your lovely neck. The collar, my collar, which you will soon be wearing. Soon, but not yet. You must earn the right to wear my collar. Inter-weave your fingers behind your neck, then pull back your elbows. That's right, thrust out your breasts, my breasts, let me see them. Your nipples are already hard, aren't they, stiff against the lace that covers them? You're such a nasty little slut aren't you? You like it when I tell the truth about you, don't you? You get excited when I tell the secret that you keep locked deep inside, that you, the modern, successful woman, are really a wanton slave slut, slave to your own desire, and my commands. That just the sound of my voice makes your nipples swell and your pussy wet." She drew in her breath, marveling at how quickly he had gotten her into the scene, how well he knew her desires. She felt like the slave slut he described, her nipples were aching for attention and her panties were starting to dampen. Her breathing was becoming ragged and a bead of sweat was forming on her forehead. "Remove your nightie slave girl. That's right, pull it right over your head. You have such a lovely body, its a shame to keep it covered so. Ah, that I were there to caress your breasts, to tease the hard little nubs, to pinch them between my thumb and first finger, softly first, then harder and harder until you moan. But that will have to wait. For now, you must be my hands, my lips. Your hands must be as mine. Caressing where I say, pinching, slapping, teasing where I say. And never touching anywhere, except where I say. You're hands will be my hands, slave girl. With your right hand reach up to your left breast. Run your fingers lightly around the breast moving closer and closer to the nipple. Now take the hard nipple between your thumb and finger. Hold tightly now. Now pull your nipple up gently away from your breast. Feel the weight of your breast pulling on your nipple. Pull harder now. Harder. The pain is starting now. Pull you nipple hard, slave. It's my hand you use. Pull harder. Feel the pain, and pleasure merger. Feel the way the pain in your nipple makes your little clit stand up and beg for attention. Hold now. Hold." Her eyes were closed to a squint, and tear was rolling gently down her cheek, but she continued to pull on her distended, swollen nipple. "Now, release the nipple and return your hands to behind your neck." She quickly responded to his command, heaving a heavy sigh as she released her tender nipple. "You look so enticing that way, on your knees, legs apart, back straight, breasts thrust out. Oooh, the one nipple seems so swollen and red and the other hasn't had any attention yet. We'll just have to correct that situation now, won't we? Take your right hand now, and caress your left breast, just as before. That's right, now pull on the nipple, but not so hard this time. Stop just as you feel the weight of your breast on your nipple. Good. Now, with your left hand, pick up a clothespin." She hesitated, afraid of what might come. "Do it slut!. Pick up the pin. Its what you want. Its what you need. Pick it up. That's a good little slut, pick up the clothespin. Now open it, and place it on your nipple, just behind your fingers. Oh, cry out for me little slave. Does it hurt? Does the pain arouse you more? You're my little slut, aren't you? Take your fingers away. Look at the pinched nipple. Its so nasty to look at isn't it? So awfully naughty. But it turns you on too. I know it does. It makes your clit ache in your panties. It makes your cheeks flush with desire and shame." "Pick up another clothespin, slut, and put it on the other nipple just as before. Do it. I want to see your nasty little body squirm with the pain and excitement." Again, unable to resist his commanding voice she did as he instructed. Her breathing was labored. The pain and the pleasure were fusing. Her nipples looked so nasty that way. But her pussy was wet. Dripping. The sexual tension was becoming overwhelming. She was unable to hold back the cries and moans of pleasure/pain. "That's right, slave slut, cry for me. Moan, plead, and beg for me to release you, to let you play with your nasty little pussy and rub your clit until you come. That's what you really want, isn't it? To give yourself a nice big cum right now. But you won't, will you? You won't touch your pussy until I tell you to. And I will, slave, soon, but not yet. Have you been wondering about the bowl of ice slave? Its time to put the ice to good use. Take a cube in each hand and rub them over your nipples. That's right, right on your hard little pinched nipples. Feel the cold against your burning flesh, melt the ice with your tits, slave girl. Feel the cold water run down your breasts to your belly as the ice melts. Fire and ice, slave girl, fire and ice." The sensations were overwhelming her. The pain of the clips, the cold of the ice. The water mixed with sweat and tears dripping off of her breasts. She could not believe how excited this all made her. She felt ready to cum and she hadn't even touched her pussy. But she mustn't cum. She mustn't. Not until Master commands it, in that warm liquid voice of his. "Remove your panties, slave girl, and then return to the position. Your panties are wet aren't they? Smell the wet spot, smell your arousal. Now put your hands behind your neck again and look down on your body, my body. Imagine what your friends would think if they saw you now, nude, on your knees, alone in your bedroom, nipples clipped, pussy open and wet, your clit poking out like a dark red cherry, taking orders from a tape from a man you've never met, but long to serve. You are my slave slut, aren't you. Oh nasty girl, nasty slut. You've been so good. I thing its time for a little more direct pleasure than that which comes with the pain. Pick up the vibrator. You know the one. The black, cock shaped monster. Imagine its my cock. It is my cock for now. Kiss it. Just the head. Now run your tongue around it. That's right, lick my cock slave girl. Now suck it. Take it all the way to the back of your throat, like the good little cocksucker you are. Your mouth is so hot on my cock I may just cum in your mouth. You'd like that too, I know it. But that too will have to wait. Now that my cock is all slicked up for you, take it down to your hot little pussy. Spread your legs a bit more to make room. Good. Now run the head over your labia, feel it stroking your tender flesh. Move it up and rub the knob gently over your clit. That's right. Not too much now. If you cum before I order it the punishment will be swift and severe. Now, slowly, insert just the head into your pussy. That's it, just the head. Now pump it in and out, slowly, feel it stretching your pussy on every in stroke. Each stroke take more and more of my cock until the head of it bumps your cervix." She pumped the black cock in and out of her pussy, fucking herself with it at his command. Her breathing shallower and shallower as she fucked herself with the black dildo. Her nipples were now numb from the pins but her clit was on fire. She longed to rub her fingers over her it, just for a moment, just long enough to take her over the edge, but she couldn't do it. Not without permission. So she fucked herself and moaned, and cried and listened to his sweet voice, the voice of her Master, strong and tender. "Fuck yourself slave slut, fuck yourself with my cock. Feel it fill you, stretch you. Feel it slide in and out between your slick pussy lips as you fuck yourself thrust it deep now and hold it there. Good. Now reach down and turn on the switch, feel it vibrate deep in your pussy. Feel the vibrations up through the wall of your pussy to your clit. Feel it slut. Feel it. Good little slut, beg me now slut, beg me to let you cum, beg me to let you rub your nasty little pussy until you cum" "Please Master, let your slave girl cum, let your naughty, nasty, horny slave cum!" she begged, eyes closed, forgetting for the moment that he was not with her. "Oh I need it so" she whimpered. "Alright slut, I will let you cum, but it will be my way, at my command. Take the index finger of your right hand and stroke your clit lightly, softly, tease it, don't rub it. That's the way, make your hips gyrate and buck trying to get more attention to the hard little button, but don't give the attention just yet. Tease yourself more now, a little harder but don't let yourself cum yet. Harder now, run your finger round and round your hot little clit. Feel the cock vibrating deep in your pussy. Feel the clips on your nipples as they swell even more as you surge towards orgasm. Take yourself right to the peak, and hold. Don't let yourself cum yet, slave." She was grinding her hips to her own rhythm now, as her finger flew round and round on her clit. She heard his voice urging her on and yet restraining her. She was wild with desire. She had to cum soon. If he didn't let her cum now, she was sure she would pass out. "Now slave, take your left hand and quickly remove the clothespins from your nipples. Feel the pain of the blood rushing back into them, as the nerves come alive. Feel the rush of pain from your nipples straight to your clit. That's right, cum for me now, slave girl, cum for me." Her body arched at the pain brought on by the release of the clothespins, and it vaulted her straight into orgasm. Her pussy clutched at the black invader, her whole body was a trembling, crying mass of pleasure. Her finger continued to work magic on her clit, which quickly became the center of her entire existence. Her hips pumped uncontrollably, her head thrashed from side to side, her hair whipping back and forth with the force. It seemed like she was lost in the mystery of orgasm. But gradually it started to recede. She let out a guttural moan, then drew in a deep breath and exhaled forcefully as the waves of orgasm started to subside. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but the next thing she remembered was his voice. "I'm pleased that you're still with me, slave girl. You have done well today. You have earned the right to wear my collar. Pick it up now, and place it around your neck, as a symbol of your devotion to me. Wear it now, each night, and remember this evening, the evening that you gave yourself over fully to your Master. God willing, I will be with you soon." And the tape ended with a click. She rose quietly from the floor and looked into the mirror. She didn't recognize the woman who looked back. The wanton slave girl, naked but for a black leather collar.