As you can remember from reading some of my other blog posts, my husband George knew that I was into pain and abuse. This story is about the time George and I drove to the Peach Tree Mall parking lot mid morning to meet up with someone who likes to be called The Master.

I got out of our car and got into the passenger side of the waiting car. The gentleman, kind of a squirrelly looking guy looked at me and said, “You may call me The Master.”

The Master drove for almost a half-hour without saying where we were going. Then he pulled into a parking lot of a warehouse on the other side of Atlanta. It was a section of town that I had never been to before and appeared to be in a rough part of town.

Once inside I was escorted to a room at the end of a long hallway. When inside I was alone with The Master. The Master locked the door. I looked around and saw that the walls were covered with bondage and sex apparatus. I felt that The Master was definitely going to fulfill my desire for pain and abuse.

The Master stood before me for about 5 minutes saying nothing. He then said, "Do you want to be my slut?" That was all he asked. He waited for me to answer. I simply said, “Yes.”
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"You can leave anytime you want," he added. "Just say you've had enough. I will call your husband and drive you back to the parking lot to your husband. And I'll continue to look for someone that really wants to be an obedient whore."

It didn't take much thinking for me to react. “Oh no, I'll stay. You know I'll do anything you ask. I promise."

I could see the man thinking about that statement before he spoke. "Well, we shall see. I've had other women here before. None of them stayed to completion. They all said I could do anything too. I guess they really didn't want to be a dirty little cunt for me."

"I do, I'll do anything, you'll see," I answered nearly begging.

"We shall see," The Master eagerly responded. "I'll be your master and make you cry and scream. You'll be begging and pleading for me to stop."

"No I won't." I'll take whatever you give me. You can hurt me. I want you too. I want to please you."

"Like I said, we'll see," The Master replied. The Master then gave me a set of black leather wear. I removed my clothes and immediately slipped the leather garment on. There wasn't much to the outfit. I wrapped the leather garter around my waist and snapped up the sides. It was nothing more than a fancy thin belt that fit tightly around my waist with a couple straps on the sides that would attach to a pair of stockings. But I was to wear no stockings. The Master wanted my legs naked. He just liked the way the garter accented my hips and thighs. Then I stepped into a pair of black six-inch high stilettos and The Master attached a wide leather studded collar around my neck. "There we go. That's more like it," The Master commented admiring how slutty I looked.

The Master led me to the center of the room and told me to stand on a small box which was about 8 inches high. He then attached my wrists to a pair of wrist cuffs that were dangling from the ceiling connected to chains. I control device to raise and lower the chains hung nearby. There were also two restraining cuffs bolted to the floor. The Master fastened my ankles to them. Then he tightened the chains stretching my arms up over my head. Then he kicked the box from beneath my shoes. I was now at his mercy hanging in the middle of the room.

Hanging next to the chains were two thin nylon ropes. One at a time, he proceeded to loop each one around my breasts. He stretched the nylon cords tight between my tits and then completely wrapped them around my breasts four or five times. He pulled extremely hard in the process so the rope would be snug around my small breasts. When he finished tying it off, my small tits were bulging out from my chest.

"Master, What are you doing," I asked?"

The Master looked at me. "Turning you into the nastiest whore that ever lived."

I didn't know what to do. There wasn't much I could do. The Master had my body completely bound and there was no way for me to avoid submitting to anything he had in mind.

The Master started by roaming his hands all over my body paying special attention to my breasts. "I love your tits I. I just wish they were bigger. A pretty woman like you should have huge firm breasts so men notice."

After saying that The Master walked away to the far corner of the room and returned with a cart upon which was a tray of syringes. Each one was filled with some clear solution. "This is going to hurt a little, but I think you'll like the result." He picked up one of the needles showing me the fluid he planned to inject into my breasts. "This is a saline solution. After a few injections your breasts will swell up nice and firm."

I was unsure about what he was going to do fearing for my breasts. Pain was OK but permanent damage to my breasts was not going to happen. I pleaded with him. "Master, PLEASE!! NO!!..."

"So what are you saying? Want me to take you home," The Master asked?

His statement drained my will to resist. My head dropped down with a look of submission knowing I had no choice. If I asked to go home, The Master would take me home and my incredibly erotic adventure would come to an end. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as it seems, I thought.

The Master selected one of the syringes then grabbed my left breast in his other hand. I watched the needle getting closer. I began shaking with fear. The Master looked at me with an evil grin; "I know its going to hurt. Go ahead and scream if you have to. No one will think anything of it. Why do you think I brought you here?"

The Master held my breast firmly in his hand. He placed the tip of the needle on the inside of my breast about half way out from my chest to the tip of my nipple. Then he pushed, puncturing my soft tender flesh and inserting it a little more than an inch inside my breast. I screamed out as the sharp needle penetrated my soft delicate flesh. I began breathing heavily, actually panting while I struggled on the chains. But The Master held my breast firmly and squeezed the plunger on the syringe injecting the fluid into me. I could feel the saline solution flowing into my body. At first it felt strange, but then quickly I could feel a little twinge of pain.

The Master then pulled the needle out and picked up another. This one he inserted from the other side jabbing it into my tit flesh from the outside of my soft breast. " Again I grunted loudly as the stabbing pain traveled through my body. And once more the fluid began flowing into my breast until the syringe was empty.

The Master waited a moment until I caught my breath. He stroked the side of my cheeks. He could feel sweat beginning to form on my face. "It'll be worth it when we are done," The Master said trying to be reassuring. "You'll see. You'll have a pair of incredible tits. I'll bet even your husband won't be able to keep his hands off you. He's probably going to like having a whore for a wife."

Mentally I was asking myself what would happen to my breasts? What would they look like by the end of the night?

I saw The Master grab the next syringe. He placed it on the top of my breast right in front of my eyes. He pushed it in. I moaned out in pain again. It seemed to hurt more watching it disappear into my breast. When he finished that one, the next full syringe was injected from underneath. I was whimpering and crying. The fluid permeating my breast was making it swell up. My small boobs were expanding so much it was causing my skin to feel extremely stretched. I wondered how long it would take time for the delicate flesh to get used to their new fullness. And I knew this was far from over, The Master still had to do the other breast.

I thought he was done with this one. But I was wrong. The Master grabbed another syringe while he clutched my swollen breast once more. When I saw what he was about to do I began screaming and begging. "Nooooo!!... Nooooo!!.... Please!! Noooo!!.... I struggled against the chains but it was impossible. "Master... Please!!!.... Not there!!...."

The Master placed the point of the syringe right on the tip of my nipple. He looked into my eyes saying, "this is what's it like to be my whore." And shoved it in. I let out a high pitched screamed that continually echoed throughout the room as the long needle dug into my tender nipple slowly piercing the hard outer flesh. My firmness required The Master to twist a bit and actually gouge it through in order to penetrate my now hardened nipple. When it finally punctured the firm outer layer, he forced it in a bit more, through my nipple and into my soft flesh firmly planting it deep in my breast. He then injected the saline fluid right into the center of my already sore and swollen tit. I was screaming at the top of my lungs. The pain was almost unbearable. Sweat was dripping from my forehead.

The Master extracted the needle. I was breathing fast trying to catch my breath. I felt like a prisoner tortured merely for my captor's amusement. I felt so used. My breast hurt, it ached, and it throbbed in such extreme pain. It felt like it was growing bigger and bigger, like it would explode off my chest.

Another hour past while The Master proceeded to fill my other breast with the saline solution. By the time he finished I was exhausted from the pain and screaming. I hung limp on the chains by my wrists crying and sobbing hysterically.

The Master left the room for a moment leaving me hanging on the chains like a piece of meat. About ten minutes later The Master returned seeing that I had stopping crying. "Are you okay," he asked? There was quite a long pause before I answered. A soft,... "yess... sir....," slowly quivered from my lips. My reply was still respectful to The Master. "I...." I took a deep breath. "I hope I'm....... pleasing you," I went on trying to complete a full sentence without focusing on the pain? "Are you...." I hesitated a moment a little afraid to ask. "Are you going to.... make me cum tonight?"

"Is that what my slut wants," The Master asked?

"Yes..... Yes Master..... please," I answered still speaking slowly and with broken sentences.

"I need.... to cum."

"I need.... to feel...... that.. my.. pain.. pleases you....."

I will cum so good.... when.. I know I'm pleasing you."

"Don't worry my little slut," The Master reassured. "I'll make you cum real hard a little bit later. We still need to make you look more like the slut I want."

After all those injections into my breasts and the way they were swelling up I wondered what more The Master could want of me.

I had calmed down a lot at this point even with my breasts feeling so full. The skin on my tits seemed so tightly stretched that it almost felt like two inflated balloons inside my chest. And that feeling didn't go away.

The Master began fondling my extremely sensitive nipples while explaining what he wanted to do next. "I've always wanted a whore with rings in her nipples. I think you'd look great with them too." He then picked up a couple of gold nipple rings from the table. At first I thought from the way he spoke that he was asking if it was okay. But then I realized that he was merely making a statement and had every intention of piercing my nipples whether I wanted it or not. Besides, I wasn't in much of a position to question it anyway.

"Will it hurt much," I asked?

"Probably," The Master replied. "Since you asked I'll make sure it does."

I didn't think it could possibly hurt more than those needles being pushed through my nipples and into my breasts. So I just hung there waiting for The Master to begin the next procedure of turning me into the type of slut he preferred.

The Master grabbed one nipple between his fingers and placed this clamp on it. It held my nipple taut, pulling it outward a bit from my breast. In the center of the clamp was a hole to push a needle through. I groaned a little, as even the simple process of attaching the clamp hurt right through my entire breast.

Then The Master picked up a long needle. It was thicker than the syringe from earlier. I quickly realized that he had to pierce my nipple with a hole large enough to insert the gold ring. As soon as the point touched my sensitive tit flesh, I knew this was not going to be pleasant either. He pushed, jabbing the point against my hard nipple.

I screamed in agony, blessed agony.

Maybe it wouldn't have hurt as much if it weren't for the saline breast injections making them so swollen. I grunted and groaned and then began screaming in agony. He poked at my delicate flesh making it feel like my nipples were being ripped from my breasts. The Master pushed harder and began twisting the needle.

I continued to scream.

Then the needle broke through the hard outer skin puncturing my nipple. I screamed again. I felt this rush go through my entire body. For a moment I thought I might pass out. Then with a slow steady pressure, The Master wiggled the needle through my tender tit until it came out the other side. After that he pulled the needle from the opposite end, and as it passed through my tit he slid the ring through after it. I was panting and grunting with a low gut wrenching moan as my nipple flesh closed up around the metal ring. A little blood trickled down. The Master knew I was truly hurting.

One more to go whore..." The Master commented. "And then we'll have some fun."

I heard what he said. I wondered what that meant. What more fun was in store for me? What other torture could he have planned?

The process was repeated on my other breast.

The Master then strode to the wall on which hung row upon row of whips, flails, canes and paddles. He selected a 4 ft length of stainless steel radio antenna. On his way back to me he paused at one of the cabinets. Sliding open a drawer he extracted a tube of something. He lay the antenna down and squeezed some sort of gel from the tube onto the tips of his fingers. Standing at my side he smeared some of the gel onto my nipple and the aureole surrounding it. It felt cool to the touch at first but it soon began to warm, then sting. It didn't really hurt that much, it just penetrated into the nerve endings of my nipple, stimulating it and making them more sensitive, more stiff and swollen.

"Ready Miss?"

"YESSSSS!!!! In God's name hurt meee!"

The Master. picked up the steel antenna and took a stance in front of me. With a tremendous backhanded slash, belying his size, he slashed the antenna across the inside of one thigh.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYAAAAA

Scarcely pausing he lashed out again, striping the other side. Back and forth he thrashed my legs, working to my abdomen, crisscrossing my flesh with livid welts where each blow struck.

YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!

I shivered and shook with each new blow. The thin steel embedding itself in my soft flesh.

A low guttural wail issued from my mouth as I tried to speak. I was screaming "YYYYYYYYYYYSSSSSSSSSS!!!!"

The Master raised his aim and lashed the antenna up under the soft underside of my engorged breasts. He continued to flail my body. One by one the blows crept upwards, my globes were striped with the welts left by the thin metal rod.

The Master paused just a moment, taking careful aim. My eyes bulged in terrified but eager, welcoming anticipation. The thin cruel metal antenna whistled through the air as it descended to strike full across both my throbbing nipples, sinking into the soft tender flesh.

NNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

I was screaming in ecstasy as The Master thrashed my full mounds. Lashing up and down now, concentrating on making each blow land on those magnificent globes.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!

Tears streamed down my face, tears of joy, as I writhed and screamed in absolute nirvana as my breasts were savagely whipped. I gasped for air as my chest heaved, my breasts vibrating with each cut of the whip.

The Master did his work well. I was a quaking, shuddering piece of meat as I hung from the chains. My eyes had rolled up and I screamed in agony and ecstasy. My breasts were burning like fire, and still he whipped them.

"Had enough Miss?'

I raised my head a bit and looking him in the face I shook my head, NO.

The smirking Master once more went to one of the cabinets. He opened the glass doors and perused a display board of various size stainless steel hose clamps. He selected two fairly large size. They had built-in thumbscrews to adjust/tighten them.

Returning to me, he laid them on the cart at my side, turning the screws till they opened. He then undid the nylon ropes that encircled each breast. My gawd, free of the nylons roped my tits were huge. Using both hands he lifted one of my huge breasts, now marked with numerous angry red welts where the thin steel antenna had scarified them. His thumb rubbed back and forth across the swollen red nipple. I gasped with delight. Holding the breast up away from my rib cage he wrapped a clamp around the base of the globe, turning the thumbscrew to snug it against my chest. He did the same to the other generous mound. Releasing them both he proceeded to twist the thumbscrew on one tit. As it tightened, squeezing the flesh he pulled and tugged on the large mound of tit flesh making sure the band stayed tight to my chest as the globe grew in size. When it was quite tight he switched to the other side, tightening it in similar fashion. He then went back to the first breast, tightening, pulling, tightening.

My breasts bulged like water balloons as more and more of my tit flesh was drawn thru the tightening clamps. The tighter they became the more they seemed to bulge ever larger. Each one as big as my head, the nipples swelling to gigantic proportions. It was starting to really hurt now and I gasped, thrusting my imprisoned bloated breasts forward further and further for him to punish.

The Master continued tightening the clamps and pulling and twisting the huge mounds until the connecting flesh had been crushed to little more than an inch in diameter. I could see them and the nipples pulsing with each beat of my heart. They had changed color, first a deep blue and now were a deep,dark purple, the entire globe shining, the skin drawn tight, my nipples as big as his thumb.

The Master then went to to another cabinet in the room and cane back with several long, thick nylon ropes. Smiling at me, he began to wind the nylon rope around each breast occasionally he made a figure 8 between the two breast. Each coil of nylon rope was pulled tight and it felt like my tits were going to explode from the pressure.

When my tits wee almost completely bound he went back to the cabinet and came back with two S-shaped hooks. He fitted one end of the hooks through the hose clamps surrounding my breasts. He then undid the cuffs on my legs. He then lowered the chains using the remote pendant and removed my hands from the cuffs they had been attached to. Luckily he was their to steady me because as as each hands was removed from it's cuff my foot went down to the ground.

The Master reached up and grabbed a hanging control box and a whir was heard and something lowered from overhead. It was a rough plank, 8 inches wide, 2 inches thick and 2 feet long suspended by cables hooked to large iron rings at the ends. A most intriguing part of this plank was what jutted from the underside of it. There were two iron eye bolts

The Master reached up and pulled the implement down lower and over in front of me. He positioned it in front of my upper body, and a glimmer of realization crossed my face and for a moment, one of terror.

"My God. You aren't going to>>>>?"

A malevolent smile spread across his face, as he nodded his head.

"Oh YESSSSSS I AM!!!!" This was more than I had dared dream of in my wildest fantasies.

He moved the S-bolts attached to the hose clamps around my breasts so that the free end of the S-bolts slipped into each eye bolt I thrust my heaving chest forward to embrace the menacing device.

He reached up and activated the control box to start the plank moving upward. The plank rose, the eye bolts rose and the S-bolts rose lifting my tits within the hose clamps. I felt my body being lifted by my tits. The Master stopped when I was standing on my tip-toes.

I gave a gasp and a thrilling sigh of expectancy, tears of rapture coursing down my cheeks.

"For Gods sake DO IT! Lift them!

"As you command my lady!"

The motor whirred again and the plank raise until my feet were a good foot above the ground. I was suspended by my tits. Nerve ends screamed in violation. So did I

DO IT you bastard! Raise me higher! Tear my tits. More! I need more! "

The Master pushed the button again, My bulging breast were at about chin level and small tears began to open in a few places on my saline engorged tit, blood spurting from the tears to run down over the tortured globes.

I continued moaning and screaming my ecstasy as I hung, hung from my tits.

I must have hung there allowed to hang and scream in my heavenly agony for over an hour before I was finally lowered and taken away to lay on a cot that suddenly appeared and my bruised and battered tits were tended to. The hose clamps and nylon ropes were removed.

The Master came up to the cot and offered my his hands. Accepting his hands I attempted to stand. I stood aside the cot kind of weak in the knees trying to regain my ability to stand and deal with the pain. Both of my nipples were now pierced. And my breasts were so big It even seemed like they were swelling more. They ached and throbbed.

I could see that they were also becoming discolored from lack of circulation. Both of them had a deep purple almost black color to them. I lightly touched them. The skin had become so tightly stretched that it actually felt that my skin was straining to contain their new size. And they hurt. They hurt so much. I whimpered out to The Master in a half-crying, half-begging voice as if pleading for him to do something. "Oh The Master...they...they hurt..." Oh God The Master,... they hurt.... they hurt so much..."

My whole chest felt heavier. I couldn't believe with all the fluid he injected into them that they didn't sag. In fact, they stood out incredibly firm. They were huge. They were massive. Both breasts protruded perfectly from my chest.

The Master then grabbed a long thin chain that had a clasp on each end. He attached the ends to the rings in my nipples. "All right,... on your knees slut."

I dropped down onto the floor obeying The Master. I had never felt so abused. my whole body was the object of someone else's pleasure.

"What's the matter slut. They hurt?" The Master asked reaching down and squeezing my left swollen breast hard.

"Ohhhhhhh....Yesssss," I answered whimpering from the sudden additional pain.

The Master unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor. His shorts quickly followed.

The Master was a goddamned freak of nature, His twelve-inch cock was fully erect. He moved right in front of me and slid his cock between my massive breasts. "Push them together... around my cock," The Master ordered. Even though it hurt, I immediately squeezed my breasts clutching his huge shaft between them. The Master began fucking my tits , moving his hips back and forth to slide his cock over the big hard bulges on my chest. "You nasty bitch," The Master panted fucking faster. "What incredible tits."

I looked down watching The Master's cock slide back and forth between my deformed breasts. The friction of his hard shaft sent waves of pain through each one. I didn't know if it was the needles, the fluid inside or both, but my breasts seemed completely inflamed and every touch made them hurt. Still, I wouldn't disappoint The Master. I squeezed my aching tits around his cock so he could fuck them.

A few minutes went by. The Master was enjoying his tit fuck immensely. The Master could tell I was in pain and that aroused him even more. Actually it aroused him so much, that when I whimpered out, that did it. The Master couldn't hold back any longer. The Master grabbed his big cock and began spurting cum right into my face. "Oh, that's it. Take it bitch." The Master stroked it squirting cum over my tits and nipples and then again into my face. I wound up with thick globs of sperm dripping down my chin. "Good.... leave it there," The Master commanded. Then The Master pushed the tip of his cock to my mouth making me suck off the last drop. "Lick it slut."

The Master pulled his trousers back up.

"Do you want me to make you cum now,"The Master asked knowing I did?

"Yes Master,... please. Use me... make me cum hard. I need it so bad," I begged. Even with all the pain and torture The Master had inflicted on my breasts, I was still in his power. I needed to cum. And for some crazy reason, which even I didn't understand, The Master's cruel abuse aroused me. My whole body felt on fire and I needed to orgasm so bad.

"Can my slut take more," The Master asked?

"Yes Master... use me... I belong to you," I whimpered looking up at The Master.

He tugged on the chain pulling the nipple rings and making my tits extend out. I moaned out, "Oh Master... pl...pl...ease... pl.. pl..ease..." He held it there keeping my nipples stretched outward. The pain was almost intolerable. I closed my eyes trying hard not to scream. I kept whimpering and pleading.

"Oh Master... make me cum.... Please!!"

"Does my slut want The Master new big swollen breasts whipped again?" The Master's questions were forcing me deeper into submission, deeper under his control and further into being a slut begging for more pain and abuse.

"Yesss... Oh, Yessss Master... I need it," I cried and begged. "Whip them.... make me cum.... Ohhhh... Please make me cum!"

You're just a whore, aren't you," The Master asked making me admit how filthy I had become.

"Yes Master... I'm a whore to use.... Whip me... whip my tits... do anything you want to me. I need to cum."

"Anything?, Is that what you said?” The Master kept pushing me further and making me beg. I had reached the point where there were no limits to what I would do.

"Yes Master... ANYTHING!!! I'll be your slut and act nasty and dirty for you. Use me for anything. I want to please you any way I can
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"Even if I want to whip your sore tits hard," The Master asked reassuring my willingness?

"I'll do anything... anything at all... even things that the other girls would not let you do to them... use me... hurt me... just please make me cum... I'll be the best slut you have ever had."

The Master said, “I'll be right back and you shall cum”, left the room again. I continued to kneel there waiting for The Master's return. I was sure he was planning something special for me. My breasts were throbbing. They were so big and swollen. My nipples hurt so much too.

After a few minutes The Master returned. The Master was now completely naked. The Master grabbed the chain attached to Michelle's breasts and pulled, making her crawl out the door, down the hall and into another small room.

There were five other men waiting inside. They were completely naked too and quickly gathered in front of me to get a look at my huge breasts. I figured that The Master must have told them what went on in the next room.

"What did you to her," one of the guys asked inspecting her swollen rope bound breasts. I looked up to see who asking.

"I injected a solution into her tits," The Master replied.

"And she let you do that to her," he continued.

The Master answered, "She agreed to it. Said she wanted to be a slut with big tits."

That wasn't completely true, but what did it matter anyway. The Master was obviously making me out to be a whore that would do anything. The way I looked they had no reason to believe otherwise.

Another of the men reached out to touch them. He gently squeezed my stretched swollen breasts with a couple fingers. "My God they're so firm."

"Rings too, huh? Just put them in," he asked?

"Yep," The Master answered.

"Yeah, I thought I heard some screaming. Must have been her," the guy commented flicking one of the nipple rings with his finger.

Then one of the others started directing questions to me. "Do you like being The Master's whore?"

After a moment's pause I replied, "YEssss,...." whimpering out. "The Master knows how to abuse me and inflict pain"

"Really!! You mean.... you like the pain," he asked?

"Uhh..." I stuttered a minute feeling ashamed to admit it. "Uhhh yes... I don't know why.... but.... but I like it."

I looked up beginning to feel more embarrassed from the questioning. These strange men were asking about my brutal treatment. I realized how odd my answers must sound that I liked what The Master had been doing to me.

"Yeah I know women like you," one guy commented. "As soon as they get a taste of being treated like a slut...they can't get enough. They need the abuse... the torture ... the pain... is that want you like? Are you a filthy little pain slut that can't get enough?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had become a greedy slut in need of being dominated.., abused.., beaten.., and used for any whim that The Master could imagine? I couldn't help myself even in my thoughts because the answer was... YES... I didn't even realize while they were asking questions that I was getting excited and had my fingers between my legs rubbing my pussy.

I looked at The Master. "Oh The Master.. wants to make me cum... please... make me cum. I need it.

“Hurt me... Use me... I'll do anything for you." I humiliated and submitted herself to The Master in front of these men. I was begging for more.

The Master looked around at all the guys. "What to see my bitch scream and beg?"

Of course they were all up for seeing a filthy slut get abused. "Where the fuck did you find this bitch," one guy asked amazed at what he just heard. "What a hot fuckin' whore. And she's begs for it too."

“Her husband brought her to me.” The Master said.

"You lucky fuckin' bastard." They all had a hard time believing I was married and submitted myself like this. But they were envious of The Master for owning me like he did. All I could do was listen to them while they decided what they were going to do to me. I just wanted to cum.

The Master selected a thin wooden bamboo cane from the assortment of bondage and S&M equipment hanging on the wall. It was roughly four foot-long and had some flexibility to it. The Master waved it thought the air making this whistling sound.

"So is this what you want slut," The Master asked me sternly? From the sound of the cane as The Master swung it, I knew this was going to be a pretty brutal beating.

"Yes my Master. "I just want to please you." That was the first time I called The Master her Master. Even with my breasts engorged with the solution I realized that I needed more. My breasts hurt. The pain inside them was constant. But I knew that eventually I would get used it.

This is exactly what The Master wanted. He wanted a whore with big breasts so he could use them and abuse them. And I wanted to be that whore, even if I had to endure pain and be subjected to the constant breast torture.

The other men stepped back waiting for The Master to begin. He swung the cane whistling it through the air...."SWISSSSSHHHHH!!!!"

The room filled with my screams. And it didn't stop. The cane struck my swollen stretched breasts right above my nipples. "How's that you filthy cunt? Does it hurt?" As he quickly pulled it back from my breasts a welt formed on each one instantaneously. The intensity of my deafening scream continued.

The cane impacted again striking my sore pierced nipples.

I grabbed my breasts in agony holding them. I was crying out, "they hurt so much... Oh they hurt..." But still I felt that twinge in my cunt.

The Master handed the cane to one of the men. "Ever have the pleasure of whipping a set of tits like that," he asked?

Fuck No," he blurted.

"Go ahead... give it to her," The Master offered. "Everyone gets two cracks at her tits."

All of them were excited at the idea. The Master went behind me and grabbed my arms pulling them backwards. This made my breasts jut out and bulge from my chest.

The first guy raised his arm and swung the cane at my tits. I was totally exposed the way The Master had me positioned. The hard bamboo cane struck right across both breasts. I yanked free from The Master doubling over in pain. The fullness of my breasts from the swelling and the injected solution seemed to increase the pain from anything I had felt before. The Master grabbed my arms again pulling me back up. This time he cuffed my hands behind my back. Then he moved in front and picked up the chain that was attached to my nipple rings. "She won't move now," The Master assured the others. He tugged on the chain extending my nipples outward. He lashed out again with the cane across my breasts. I groaned out loud. The pain was so bad. It was so intense deep in my breasts that it traveled throughout my body.

My breasts were becoming bruised. My beating tonight was so much harder than any I had ever experienced. I looked down to see my huge bulging breasts. They were still a dark purple color with large red welts across them. And they seemed to be swelling more. I hoped that they weren't permanently deformed. The long welt marks where the cane impacted seemed so severe that I thought they might not heal completely.

Before the next guy took his turn whipping her, The Master grabbed this two-foot long flexible jelly dildo and inserted it into my cunt from behind. The Master was going to use the dildo on my cunt while they abused my tits. The feeling of having my cunt fucked while being abused would make me cum hard.

The Master began fucking the dildo in and out while at the same time the next guy began swinging the cane. I was getting aroused quickly. I needed to cum so badly. And it seemed like each blow on my tits became harder with each new tormentor. Of course The Master picked up his intensity fucking harder and faster with the dildo. He eventually got to the point that he was ramming it so hard that it bottomed out deep in my cunt.

When the last guy had his turn, he had me lean over the back of a wooden chair so my bulging breasts would hang down. Then he walloped the cane two times in quick succession across the top of my tits. The second blow got caught in the chain attached to my right nipple and the force of the blow pulled hard enough against my nipple to yank the gold ring through the portion of the nipple it was attached to and a small chunk of my nipple flew away. The unbearable pain rocked right through my body. At the same time The Master had the dildo jammed up my cunt and yelling at me, "Cum, you slut!!" "C'mon you filthy fuckin' whore." The other guy then grabbed the chain yanking her up by the left nipple. I screamed out in intense pain "Stand up slut," he screamed out. "Let me see those tits." He grabbed my purple beaten globes in his hands and squeezed them. I held on to the chair to keep steady. I wanted to beg him to stop, but all I heard was The Master yelling, "Cum...cum... cum you bitch." The Master was ramming the dildo up my fuck hole while this guy was pulling the left nipple chain. My right nipple was bleeding profusely. The left nipple was on fire. My cunt was ready to explode. There was so much pain and pleasure that my body lost control. I screamed...I began cumming harder than I ever imagined possible. And it didn't stop. I was panting and yelling.
Once The Master saw me in my glory having the ultimate orgasm, he knew that this was all her breasts could take for now. They were beaten to the point of being two bruised purple masses covered with deep welts bulging from her chest. Her right nipple was half torn off. He knew once her orgasm subsided that her only thoughts would be of how much they hurt. The Master could see it in her face. But the sight of her battered tits made him so hot. That was something that always aroused him. And seeing her cumming so hard added to it. His cock was so rigid that he could barely contain himself. He wanted to do more to her. The other guys were feeling the same way.

I was kneeling on the floor moaning out of control. The Master moved to me and grabbed my head. The Master was so aroused with what he had done that The Master had to satisfy his hard cock. So The Master tilted her head back, stuffed his big stiff twelve-inches into her mouth and shoved it right down her throat. I was so overwhelmed in my orgasm that all I could do was groan. My throat was nothing more than a hole for The Master to fuck. The Master humped my mouth furiously ramming his cock in and out plastering his balls into my face. About a minute later he was holding my head up into his groin, fingers entwined in my hair and moaning. He was cumming right down my throat into my belly. There was not much for me to do, but take it.

The Master backed away when he finished dumping his load into me. The Master's massive cock glistened with my saliva and remnants of fresh sperm that he just deposited down my throat. I gagged and choked spitting up some cum.

I hadn't recovered from my own orgasm yet or deep throating The Master, when I felt another set of hands on my head. It was one of the other men. He put his cock to my lips. "Take it" It was the sound of The Master's voice ordering her to take this guy's cock too. I opened my mouth and he shoved it right in and down my throat, just like The Master had done.

The Master helped by grabbing Michelle's sore tits and squeezing them. "C'mon slut, milk that cock. Suck all that cum out." Seconds later sperm was pouring into my belly again. I had to do all of the guys that way. Five more times I was throat fucked and given a load of sperm right into my belly while The Master abused my tits.

A couple times The Master thought I wasn't participating enough. The Master was demanding that I suck their cocks and enjoy it. The Master wanted to see an eager slut that couldn't wait to get another load of cum. So one time The Master took this clamp-like instrument that looked like a pair of metal pliers. The Master gripped her swollen torn right nipple and began squeezing and twisting it. With a cock buried down my throat all you could hear was a muffled high-pitched scream. The pain was so extreme that I grabbed the guys' hips forcing his cock all the way down my throat. My face was mashed into his balls while I sucked on his hard cum-filled dick until I drained the sperm out of him. The Master was yelling the whole time, "you fuckin' worthless cunt, get it all down your throat. Suck that cum. Choke on it."

Then if that wasn't enough, with the next guy, The Master grabbed her left engorged beaten purple tit in his hand. As I sucked this guy down my throat, The Master started spanking it with a one-inch wide leather strap. At first The Master was just slapping my tit, but then The Master literally began beating it harder and harder making my body wince in pain with each stroke. My mouth and lips responded by gobbling at the guy's cock trying to quickly make him cum. The Master didn't let up either. "C'mon slut, you can suck better than that." And The Master kept brutally lashing my breast until he was convinced I had another load in my belly.

When her ordeal was over, the five guys simply left the room. Nothing was said. They all just stared at my purple-colored swollen breasts covered completely with welts. My right nipple was still leaking blood. Obviously I was nothing more than a piece of fuck meat for their use. The Master grabbed the chain on Michelle's bleeding left tit and began leading me out of the room. The Master still made me crawl like a worthless slut back to the other room. I cried and whimpered all the way down the hall. I was hurting so badly and I was so exhausted.

The Master ordered, "Get dressed,.

I began slipping my clothes back on over the cum, over the nipple rings and over my new bulging breasts. My blouse would not button because my tits were so massively inflated. That's when I began to think about her George. There was no way to hide these.

I walked out of the room and met the five men. They were dressed and ready to go too. "She's a great piece of ass," one mentioned to The Master. "Bring her around anytime."

The Master looked at me. "We'll be back." One of the men looked at me and said, “Will you be back?” I shook my head up and down and meekly said, “Yes.”

Then out the door they went.

I was daydreaming in the car about what to do when I got back to the parking lot to meet George. I could only guess what my husband would say. Shortly we were back at the Peach Tree Mall mall parking lot. It was 8 PM and the mall parking lot was crowded. The Master switched the light on in the car. "Take off your blouse. How's the tits," The Master asked. I could see the color returning to them. But they were still bruised and covered with red marks from the beating I endured. "There okay... I guess," I answered. I saw George had pulled up just behind us so I asked for my blouse back but The Master said no. The Master and I exited his car and we walked over to George's car, where George was standing waiting for us. I tried to cover my breasts as much as possible also the occasional finger pointing and giggling made it obvious I wasn't doing a great job. George didn't even look at me initially, instead looking at the Master and asked, “Did I get my monies worth? I wanted to see what my darling wife would look like with huge tits.” The Master said, “I am sure you will be happy. Show him your tits.” Looking around at all the people walking by I was reluctant to do so. The Master walked up behind me and reached around to grab my arms and pull them away from shielding my tits. George then reached out and took my tits in his hands as if weighing them. He saw the torn right nipple and said, “Seems we had a bit of an oops here. They do look good much bigger than I could have hoped for. I was getting tired of those 34 B mosquito bites,” George chuckled.

The Master said,” If you want boobs this size you need to spend the money for a professional job. I would say she is about a 34 G right now. Her breast will return to their original size withing less than 12 hours are so.

The Master leaned over and kissed me on the lips and said, “Hope to see you again. We have so much more that we can do together.” And The Master walked away/