Bound to Serve

Thank you - Lulu.

Lulu’s parents had been away for two weeks, I had been graced with fourteen fantastic days with the free run of their delightful residence and most importantly I'd had their precious daughter at my disposal 24 hours a day. I had waited months for such an opportunity and I had intended to use every minute of those valuable days finalising the conversion of Lulu from an anonymous office drone into something rather special - perverting her away from Mummy and Daddy’s planned destiny of boring marriage with brats and a brainless husband into my personal, obedient, devoted, slutslave. 

Mummy and Daddy returned in two days, tonight would be special. Lulu served me my glass of wine on a silver tray. She was dressed in her 'entertaining at home' outfit I had designed, a black silky halter neck top (no bra), a matching short black pleated skirt that reached just below her stocking tops, heavy black suspenders, black seamed stockings, a black lace g-string and of course five inch stilettos. She had on way too much make up and looked deliciously whorish. As she bent for me to take the glass I drank in the sight of her fantastic cleavage - mine all mine. Lulu removed the try and carried on tidying as I'd instructed, she moved about the lounge tidying the objects I had deliberately placed around the room. I caught glimpses of her thighs and buttocks, as she teasingly bent and stretched over her chores. When she was obliged to bend over to pick up and sort through the pornographic photos I had spread out over the floor, she placed her feet slightly apart and bent from the hip allowing me the full view or her supurb legs and ass. Her buttocks, framed beautifully by her stocking tops and garter belt, slightly parted to reveal the delicate black lace of her g-string that captured her sex in it’s flimsy material.

Initially Lulu had held the tedious standard female aversion to pornographic images but over the fortnight she had become more and more interested in my porn collection, as certain images began to chime with her new experiences as my slut. There were a little group of photos that especially appealed to her; one photo showed a blonde girl tied wrists to ankles, a log pole spreads her legs wide apart at the knees, she was gagged with a large red ball gag, her cunt was shaved and gaped open invitingly, another picture showed a girl being fucked by a dominatrix with a strap on dildo whilst a man’s cock was forced into her mouth, there was a picture of two girls being fucked by a black guy with a huge double-ended dildo. I had found her poring over the pictures in her bedroom, moaning and rubbing her clit breathlessly whispering, ’oh..look at these horny sluts...oh they look so gorgeous... oh..oh..I love this picture, look at her cunt it looks soo juicy, such dirty,dirty sluts’. I allowed her the luxury of wanking herself off over the pictures as I obliged her to allow me to video her breathless little performances for my friends viewing pleasure at a later date, otherwise Lulu was strictly forbidden to touch her, cunt, anus, breasts or nipples. 

I sipped my wine and contemplated the next stages in Lulu’s descent into my slutworld. I felt my cock hardening and told Lulu to undress down to her garter belt and g-string. She had become trained to respond quickly and in two seconds she presented herself to me having neatly folded her skimpy halter top and mini skirt on the sideboard. I had picked up some lengths of discarded wire from a rubbish dump thinking that they would make a great training bra for Lulu’s tits. I began by trussing her wrists between her shoulder blades, Lulu’s shoulders were very supple and I was able, over the two weeks, to gradually force her wrists higher and higher up between her shoulder blades. A postion we had named 'The Fly' - as Lulu abhored flies so anything that equated her to that loathsome creature was humiliating, exciting and also it did actually make her hyper flexed arms look a little like the folded wings of a fat Bluebottle. Lulu grunted a little as I twisted the wire around her wrists, but considering her position I allowed it. I flexed another length around her elbows and drew them together tightly, from the front Lulu looked as though she’d had both her arms amputated. I collected her breasts up in my hands and gently squeezed them, Lulu’s eyes closed and her lips parted. I spent a little time working her boobs up with gentle caresses moving up to reasonably rough kneading and pulling, eventually I was able to twist and crush those beautiful breasts until they were hard and red. Lulu’s eyes were closed and she whispered all the bad words I’d taught her,’oh that’s so fucking good Master, harder Master..pull my tits..it’s what your slut deserves..I am such a dirty little cow..a filthy little bitch on heat.. oh yeah that hurts so much I love it .. please fuck me Master please fuck my dirty whores ass ... ’, I moved behind her, pinching her nose and cutting her off in mid flow with a large red ball gag just like in her favourite picture. The sluttish dirty talk was very horny but her muffled moans as I buckled the dreaded ball gag tightly around her head were far hornier. 

Lulu’s nipples had originally been inverted so I had invested a lot valuable time with manipulation and even a nipple pump encouraging them to elongate. Now they were proud little knobs awaiting more lengthening exercises, I rolled and pulled her nipples making sure they were erect and sensitised. The hardest pinches made Lulu twitch and try to pull away, I couldn’t let that go and left rocking on her heels whilst I fetched the cane. I warmed her up her with several slaps that pinked up her ass nicely, I then applied the cane hard and quick - four to each cheek. I tucked the cane into the folds of her arms and although it was behind her back she knew it was there for future punishments, there were no more yelps. I returned to her nipples that were fully erect now, I had found some old lead fishing weights in her Daddy’s shed and had been gradually adding heavier and heavier loads to the clamps that I screwed onto Lulu’s nipples. I had been saving the biggest for last, Lulu’s eyes widened at the sight of them, I attached the guillotine clamps onto her nipples by firstly attaching a little electrical spring clamp to the end of the nipple then using that to pull out a good length of the nipple and surrounding tissue through the jaws to be captured when I screwed the clamp shut. On the lower jaw of the clamps I had made a ring upon which the weights were hung. I took great pleasure in watching the skin around the nipple clamp stretch as I hung the heaviest weight. Lulu strained her head away but I made her watch, drool dribbling from the gag's red sphere coating her breasts, as her nipples were stretched longer than ever. When both clamps were successfully applied any little movement caused the weights jiggle and tug even harder on those lengthening nipples. I bade Lulu parade around the room for me, each step in those five inch heels caused the weights to swing lazily on there respective clamps. Lulu performed a strange tentative, undulating gait as she tried desperately to minimise the weights punishing her nipples any more but it was impossible. I beckoned her back to me, she approached with relief written over her pain wracked face but sadly I hadn’t finished with her tits yet ...not by a long chalk. 


As I was going to bind her boobs I was obliged to make sure the nipple clamps were screwed down extra tight or they would be forced off by the ballooning of the breast flesh. Lulu squirmed as a gave the clamps their extra tweak, her breaths coming in short puffs through her nostrils - only when I tested their sticking power by pulling down on the weights did Lulu crack and force out an animal cry behind her gag. I unbuckled her gag, embraced her and covered her mouth with a loving kiss, she responded as any slut would, she kissed me back long and hard. I couldn’t resist gently pulling down on those terrible weights so that intermingled with her kisses and moans of ecstasy were little whimpers of pain. I came in my shorts. 

I opened my fly and scooped out my spent semen, Lulu licked her lips, I plastered her mouth area with my come and generously let her lick my fingers. When my fingers were clean she ran her tongue around her lips to catch the little pearls that dribbled down her chin. After her treat I rebuckled on her gag, one notch tighter. Her eyes widened in alarm as she watched me uncoil the rough wire that I then passed around her back, under her armpits and tight across her chest digging into the flesh just above her breasts. Making sure the remaining lengths were equal I wound one end anti-clockwise around the very base of her right breast and the other clockwise around the left one. The binding had to be very tight for the effect to work so I worked diligently making sure that as much of her breast flesh had been captured by the first winding of the wire nooses, once I was satisfied I wound the wires a further four turns around each breast, tightening as I proceeded. This process left two spare lengths that I twisted together for a couple of turns in the valley created by her ballooning breasts, these connected wires I then pulled up and wound around the back of her neck mimicking her silky halter top rather well. Lulu looked down in horror at her beautiful breasts, they had been deformed by the biting wire bra into what looked like ivory white, veined cantaloupes hoisted unnaturally high on her chest. Her boobs were drum tight but to my relief the nipple clamps held, I tested the tightness of her boobs they were like iron. I smeared on some oily lotion and massaged them thoroughly until they looked like polished ivory.  

Lulu’s g-string was sodden with cunt juice, I reached behind her writhing pelvis and grasped the g-string at the same time I collected the lacey front to those tiny panties in my fist forcing the material up into the shaved slit of her cunt - I sawed the lace to and fro over Lulu’s cunt until she began to shake, I ripped off the g-string and maneuvered her to her favorite piece of furniture, her Daddy’s rocking chair. She straddled the arm so the rough material rasped against her clitas the chair rocked. Lulu was gone. I went back to my chair to masturbate and enjoy watching my slut Lulu, shimmering with oil and sweat, trying to balance the pain/ecstasy equation. It was a tough one, since it was the same fast pumping of her hips that caused the weights to jiggle and pull down severely on her nipples that also was driving her clit backwards and forwards over the rocker arm and her into a massive orgasm. 

Things looked promising, outside the afternoon was drawing to a close, the sky dark enough for me to be able to enjoy Lulu’s performance in the flesh and at the sight of her reflection in the sliding doors - two trussed up and tit tortured Lulus busy wanking themselves to orgasm on the rocking chair - I mentally went through Lulu’s wardrobe for our first excursion into the big wide world.