Excerpt from: Paying the Bills with Her Body

 

The gas bill was the responsibility of Zac Moss. He was a young, Black engineer, who worked for the gas company. Polite and unassuming in everyday life, Zac let his fantasies and perhaps a lingering sense of racial resentment have free reign when it came his turn to use Julia, and he delighted in having a servile white woman as his sex toy for a few hours.

Zac sat at the kitchen table, which was laid with a white cloth and the best cutlery and place mats, and watched Julia cook dinner for him naked.

Julie wore a set of body chains Zac provided. From a padlocked belt about her waist chains ran to cuffs locked to her wrists. A short chain with screw clamps at each end hung between her breasts, painfully linking her nipples and gradually turning them purple. Her ankles were joined by a short chain hobble, limiting her stride to shuffling steps. Another chain attached the middle of the hobble, holding it clear of the ground, ran up between her legs to a big spring clip that was pinched painfully about the lips of her protruding inner labia. They throbbed and pulsed about its metal jaws, their outer edges growing numb and purple like her nipples. Despite the pain she could not help becoming aroused by its intimate bite, and she felt her juices rising. But the clamp closed off her vagina and held them trapped within her pussy mouth.

When the meal was ready Julia brought it carefully over the table and laid it down in front of Zac. 'I hope my miserable cooking pleases you, Master,' she said.

Then she knelt by his chair with her mouth open as though begging for food. Zac ate with relish, occasionally dropping scraps into Julia's open mouth. Each time he did so she said humbly, 'Thank, you, Master.'

When he was finished, he declared, to Julia's relief, 'That wasn't bad, Slut. Do you want those clamps taken off your nips and cunt now?'

'If it pleases you, Master,' she said meekly.

'You know what you've got to do.'

'Yes, Master...'

He took hold of her nipple chain and led out of the kitchen and into the flat's small spare room. It was sparsely furnished with a wardrobe, chair and single iron framed bed. It had already been fitted out with more cuffs and chains Zac had brought with him.

Zac freed Julia from her chains but left the clips on her nipples and labia in place. He then laid her on her back on the bed spread-eagled and re-cuffed her wrists and ankles to its corner posts. He flicked the clamp still sealing off her inner labia and the smaller ones screwed to her nipples. 'What do you say, Slut?' he asked.

'Please fuck me, Master!' Julia pleaded. 'I want your lovely big brown cock right up inside me. Do it hard! Go all the way up my pussy. I need to be properly filled! Screw me until I spurt my juices out over your prick!'

Zac laughed at her pitiful pleading. He unscrewed clamps from the nipples and took off the big clip on her labia. A trickle of pent-up juices flowed out from between her numbed and purple-edged pussy lips as they parted and filled out. Julia whimpered and groaned as the circulation flowed back into her tender flesh, bringing the painful sting of pins and needles with it.

As it did so Zac stripped off his clothes. He had a lean body and an eager young dark cock which stood stiffly up at forty-five degrees.

Julia's eyes grew rounder as she stared at his shaft, and she felt the desire growing within her that could only be satisfied in one way. This was why her users came back to her again and again. They knew her responses went beyond mere playacting the roles they chose for her. She truly needed to be dominated.

'Screw me Master, please!' she groaned, lifting her hips and offering up her weeping pussy shamelessly. 'Your slave begs to have you inside her...'