Master & slave

I am my Masters slave and submissive, he uses and abuses me in any way He wants, so lets make it clear that anything I write He has total right to do! I am a waitress from 10am til 5pm every weekday. Outside these times he owns me. I wear a leather collar with metal clips that states that I belong to Him. I wear the collar from the moment I walk in the door to the moment I leave.
I am 18 and am 5’6”, C cup breasts and a skinny size 8, medium length blonde hair, besides that I have no hair anywhere else on my body! Master pays for my waxing every 2 weeks. I live with Master, and I have done this for 8 months (since my 18th birthday) he is 29, so therefore being in my position, He is older and wiser; I am never to question this! I will write about the day I proved my submission to my Master.
Master got home after me (like usual) I was waiting for Him at the door, naked, as He likes me to be. He walked in, placed his bag on the floor, I said good evening to Him, He smiled at me, grabbed my arse firmly and kissed me roughly. He drove His tongue down my throat, He does that when He’s had a bad day, I knew that that would not be the only thing being forced down my throat that night and that I would have bruises in the morning. I thanked Him, put His coat on its wrack and fetched Him a beer. He sat down in His chair, I gave him the beer and he grabbed my cunt, painfully hard. I flinched at the shock. He started to drink, He pulled me down onto His lap. “Would you do anything for me?” He asked. Of course, I told him. He finished the rest of the beer while playing with my pussy then stood up rapidly, throwing me onto the floor. He placed the beer on the table, then grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to our bedroom. I squealed and crawled as fast as I could to keep up. He threw me onto the bed. He took off His clothes and stood, cock half erect, at the side of the bed. I crawled towards Him, He lent down and kissed me, softly. Then SLAP, the back of His hand went across the left side of my face. Ouch, it hurt, a lot! I gazed up at him, tears forming behind my eyes. Then I put His dick in my mouth, my wet mouth took all of Him, down to the back of my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled it towards him, I gagged. He pulled my head back by my hair, SLAP, open hand went across the other side of my face. I looked up at him again, tears now in the front of my eyes. I had gagged, he hates it when I do that! I put Him back in my mouth, He pulled my head towards Him again, and I didn’t gag this time. And all was forgiven when he whispered “good girl” I smiled.
He pushed me to the head of the bed and clipped the chain onto my collar. There I am, trapped, like a dog on a leash. He then put my mouth between His legs and I sucked on His hairless balls. He likes it when I do that! One thing He likes more, but I must admit I hate doing, is licking His arse. After sucking on His balls, He turned around and squatted on my face. His arse is right there in front of my mouth. I reluctantly lick it, for as long as He wants me to. I do dislike rimming Him, but He enjoys it and He is my Master, I have no choice. He gets up, goes to the cupboard and returns with handcuffs and a blindfold. He cuffs me by the wrists to the bed head and blindfolds me. I am defenseless! He kisses me, then moves down and bites my right nipple, He bites so hard it hurts I cry out, He enjoys hurting me, I'm happy when He’s happy. He goes to the draw in the bedside table and pulls out, what I find out are the elastics that are going around my upper thighs. They have clips on them, they get attached to the piercing on my vulva. So now when I spread my legs, my pussy will open up too. He then spreads my legs, my pussy feels the pulling sensation of the piercing being pulled apart, He rubs my pussy, I'm getting so wet, then He flicks my clitoris, the short, sharp pain runs through my crotch. He starts to fuck me, hard and passionless. He then gets up and tells me not to move. I tell him that I wont. I hear Him put on His clothes and leave.
I'm lying here; hands tied above my head, blindfolded and with my legs apart like a whore. I guess I am a whore, at least that usually my title when I'm with Him. He does care for me though, would never let anyone hurt me or dishonor me. I mean He did invite me into His home, provides and cares for me, so long as I do everything He tells me. Not a bad deal if you ask me! But getting back to me lying here like this, no way! I close my legs to protect my shaven, wet pussy and ease the pressure of the piecing. I hear the door open about 10min later and I quickly open my legs again. I hear Him yelling down the hall, and then footsteps leaving the doorway, he’s leaving. I put my legs down and close them again. Then SMACK, His belt comes down across my nipples. I scream in pain and open my legs (automated reaction) I start to whimper. ‘I thought I told you not to move whore!” He yells, I plead that I didn’t move. He hits me again, this time in the crotch with the metal clip of the belt. My pussy has never been exposed to that sort of pain before! I scream and burst into tears, between sobs I apologize. I usually have to deal with a spanking when I've been bad, or Master has had a bad day or the odd slap in the face (when I deserve it, which is a lot I must say) but when He gets the belt out, I know I'm in trouble! Master removes my blindfold, I see Him, very angry and 7 men who I don’t know standing in a line. These men are the ugliest, meanest and sleaziest looking guys I've ever laid eyes on. They’re all between 30 and 60 and holding 2 beers each, I cringe at the thought of having to look at them. He has something in store for me that I'm not going to like!
Master undresses again and unchains my collar. He opens my legs to reveal a swollen (due in part to my horniness) and battered pussy, then starts to fuck me. He turns me around, so I'm facing the 7 strange men, lays me on my front and continues to fuck me. In the time He took to fuck me, the men finished both of their beers. He came inside my aching pussy. I start to cry again, I know He’s going to make me His whore, and have me fuck those men. Master tells me not to cry. “They’re a test” He says. I'm ordered to suck on all their cocks. I feel tears coming up again. They’re dicks taste foul and I hate it, but Master sits and watches me be his little slut as I suck off these disgusting men. After I finish off the 7th guy, who’s old, smelly and sleazy, I crawl to Master to ask if I was good. He calls me a whore and a pig I'm heartbroken. The first guy says he needs to piss. Master tells him that that is what I am here for. I felt ill, He looks down at me and I cry again. I hate piss, it's disgusting as a shower or consumption, it's revolting, I only drink Masters urine because He is my Master. I crawl to the first guy and put my lips around his cock. His piss is warm, bitter and it’s flowing fast, it makes me feel ill again. It's awful but I drink it and then do the same for the other 6. Master dresses and tells me to wash my mouth. I do that. I return, the men are still there, I tell Him that I need to pee, and after swallowing 7 loads of cum and piss I need to go. He allows me but I have to do it in a bowl, in front of the men. He puts the bowl in front of the 7 men. I feel so humiliated. I squat and piss. Nearly a liter comes out of me. I finish and look down at the golden fluid I had just expelled. Master tells me I have one more task to complete the test, lap up my own urine like a cat would its milk. I feel embarrassed and humiliated and like a cheap whore. I guess that’s what makes me appealing to my Master. I do, I gag twice, and I receive a kick in the arse for my fuck ups. Master wore his boots, it hurts me so much when He kicks me with those.
The men left after the show. I washed my mouth again and took a shower. I had passed the test; I proved that my Master is truly my Master, that he owns me. He went down on me for an hour, His tongue is amazing and I came 20 times, it’s a reward for my good effort and obedience. You see, it was worth it in the end. No pain, no gain.

When we got to the lounge, Master was holding a drink and pacing around something that looked like it was used to inflict pain. “Hello my 2 lovely whores, oh, my mistake, my slave and new whore! Whore…” I guess we didn’t have names any more, just titles, degrading ones at that. “Come over here.” He finished. I let go of Emma’s hand and walked over to Him. My legs a little weak due to being tied down for a few days, it didn’t matter. He grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head and bought me to my knees. He pulled my head back and forced me to look at Him. “So slave, is she clean? You were in there for a long time. The whore looks clean.” Well I'm glad He noticed. “Well Master, her skin is clean, but her mind and everything else is filthy!” Emma said, hands behind her back and staring at the floor. “is that true whore?” he asked me, pulling at my hair. That should have been an indication, but stupid me said that she had lied. He threw me across the floor and I landed far from gracefully. Then he followed and yanked me up by my hair. “So you’re calling my slave a liar are you?” he yelled aggressively. I noticed that Emma cowered instead of helping her sister. “No, that’s not what I meant.” I replied, he threw me onto the large wooden piece he had in the centre of the room. It hurt, I found out how much pain it would inflict on me. “So now you’re contradicting yourself!” He yelled. Then He put my wrists into leather cuffs that stretched arms, one over each side. My legs He cuffed at the knees and ankles. So I was straddling a large wooden box, with leather on the top, for my comfort maybe. I was strapped in a position of being on all fours, but I was stuck there. My body was a little longer than the furniture I was trapped on, my pussy was open and in full access to anyone. “Slave” He yelled “get your skanky arse over here.” They stood in front of me and made out. There was not on 1 piece of her body He didn’t touch. He sent around behind me and ordered her to lick me out and rim me. Emma did this very well.
Master stood in front of me. Unzipped His pants and put His dick in my mouth. He started to fuck my face hard, not worrying that I was chocking. Meanwhile Emma was licking and sucking my pussy like a pro. She also put her tongue as far up my arse as she could. It felt pretty hot! It made me momentarily forget about the pounding my mouth was getting from Master’s dick. He told Emma to stop and she did instantly. “Make your tongue wet and lick her arse, make it wet.” Master told her, she did, it felt really good! I couldn’t see, but I felt Him push her away. Then I felt His dick poke at my arse. “No!” I stated. Id never done anal before, I thought it would hurt because Master is so rough with me. “What?” Master asked. “You’re my submissive, you’re my whore, if I wanna fuck you, I will!” He said and shoved His dick into my arse. I screamed in pain. He kept going in, out, in, out as far as He could, which was all the way! It hurt so much, I kept screaming but no one cared. He came, withdrew and came around to my face, I was crying, He shoved His dick in my mouth again. I didn’t like the taste but I sucked anyway. “Welcome to your life” He said. Took His now clean dick out of my mouth and walked off.
Emma came and sat in front of me; she kissed me and wiped the tears from my face. “Well done Viv. You did very well, we need to work on your taking anal skills, but you’ve proven yourself! Im proud of you!” she said with a kiss. I felt warm inside, no one had ever been proud of me, but my sister was. I smiled at her. “Thank you Emma.” I whispered. Emma walked around me and took a look at my holes. She put a lubed finger in my arse I flinched. “You’re bleeding a bit Vivian. I’ll have to cater for all the anal fantasies for the next few weeks, that’s ok hun, I like it!” she said, came back and kissed me again. “I’m gonna find out what Master wants to do with you.” She said and left me tied there, bleeding.
She came back into the room soon after. “He wants find your pain threshold! I get to choose the whip or paddle! Which one?” she asked. She sounded delighted. “Which hurts more?” I asked. I had never done this kind of thing before. “You need to decide that babe! I’d go the whips, paddles He can only use on your arse, pain is inflicted on a smaller area, its painful and loud” she reassured me. I chose the whip. There were a few to choose from, crop whip, cat whip, short, long, flat, rounded. Emma showed me the one she chose. The leather was a metre long, flat and about a centimetre thick. Master walked in, cracked His knuckles and spanked Emma really hard. He took the whip from her hand and walked around me, stood behind me and cracked the leather over my back. I screamed in shock, then pain, then another across my lower back. Then on my arse, left then right then my arse hole, which was already in pain from the fucking He gave me! I screamed and burst into tears. He whipped my arse and the hole for about 10min, then gave it to Emma and told her to clean the blood off it. She did, then untied me, stroked my back and arse, the sensation stung me. I then was told to go to bed, the basket at the foot of Master’s bed. I laid on my front, my back and the welts on my arse hurt too much to lie on. The next few days weren’t much better.