'Taxing Times 3: Love and Exile' by Ed Edas
The continuation of the saga of Elly, fomerly Elaine Salvage now a fully trained sex slave, as she moves deeper and deeper into the world of S/M sex. Discover more of her slowly evolving relationship with Adrienne the beautiful, mercurial red haired step daughter of Keith Field, Elly's owner. In this story Adrienne uses all her considerable mental and physical talents to gain full control of Elly. This tale is packed with S/M action, sometimes powerful, sometimes tender as Elly's life and love unfolds.
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EXCERPT
CHAPTER 1 - Feelings of Love
Elly, the sex slave and torture object of British millionaire Keith Field, knelt in front of a young man. She was wearing broad leather straps around wrists and ankles, a collar of what appeared to be golden snake skin around her neck, hold up stockings with deep lacy tops and 10 centimetre stiletto heeled sling back shoes. The young man was naked, identical leather straps encircled his wrists and ankles but, unlike Elly, rings fixed to the straps were attached by carbine clips to chains that restrained him. He was spread in an ‘X’, his arms pulled out and upwards, his legs pulled apart and a deep leather collar around his neck forcing his head up. The chains securing his wrists had been pulled upwards in such a manner that he had to balance on the balls of his feet. Elly was in the throes of tying a thin leather lace around the base of the young man’s scrotal sac. She expertly wrapped it in two complete coils before bringing the tails up between his testicles, pushing them apart and pulling the skin taut. The young man winced, his breath sucked between his teeth, as she tugged the cord tighter. She ignored him, crossed the tails over, brought each upwards to take a full turn around his semi erect penis and then began to wrap them the full length of his manhood. When she reached the extremity of his penis she tied the two tails in a neat reef knot with the last turns of the lace biting into his flesh just below the glans. She held the ends of the laces upwards, tugging his penis up against his belly. Heels clicked on the floor behind her and an elegant female hand adorned with long blood red nails took hold of the laces.
A person regarding the scene would have seen a virtually naked beautiful young blonde haired female, a naked very well built and attractive young man and a stunningly beautiful young woman with dark red hair who was almost as naked as the other two but with a subtle difference. She was wearing thigh high red leather boots, no straps circled her wrists or her ankles, nor was her neck encircled by a collar of leather or golden snake skin. The male was Mark Field, son of Keith, Elly was Elaine Salvage, ex high flyer in Her Majesty’s Revenue and Customs and the booted young redhead was Adrienne, step daughter of Keith Field. She was also a skilled dominatrix, a bisexual sadist with what could only be described as extreme sexual tastes or possibly perversions depending on how one regarded such matters. She tugged viciously on the laces, smiled at the gasp of pain that came from Mark and stroked Elly’s mane of blonde wavy hair. She looked down at the girl and smiled. It was a bewitching smile and Elly felt her heart miss a beat, sometimes this smile brought with it kisses and caresses, on other occasions it was the prelude to pain. Whether pain or pleasure was in the offing, she felt a pulse of sexual heat deep in her groin.
“That was very prettily done, darling. Let me just tie these clamps to the laces and get them onto his nipples and then you can lick the tip of his cock and play with his nuts.”
Mark groaned in pain and resignation as he realised what was about to be done to him. Adrienne tied a clover clamp to each lace and then tugged hard until Mark’s penis was stretched tight. She positioned first one and then the other clamp against a nipple and smiled as the clamp bit into the hard bud. She reached up and pulled Mark’s head down until she could kiss his lips, her full lips brushed his and then she pulled his head down harder and forced her tongue into his mouth. Her hands slid down from his neck across his shoulders to his chest where she took the part of both clamps that held the nipple between finger and thumb and squeezed. Mark squealed and pulled away from the kiss. She looked up at him and smiled as she squeezed his nipples.
“Kiss me, slave, kiss me, I like it when you squeal into my mouth.”
As she was doing this Adrienne began to grind her shaven naked mons against Elly’s head. Elly, by now well trained and used to her young mistress, pushed back and turned her head gently from side to side. Mark, who was also well trained, bent his head, kissed his mistress and endured as the clamps bit into his flesh. After several seconds she pulled away from him and released her hold on the clamps.
“Very good. Now, Elly, lick the tip of his cock and play with his balls. Make him really hard, make him suffer.”
She bent and slapped Elaine’s breasts rapidly one after the other, forehand and backhand, making the full lush globes bounce. When she stopped the marks of her fingers could be seen on both breasts which rose and fell with Elaine’s rapid breathing. Elaine could feel another shaft of arousal surge in her groin and this was, to her chagrin, much greater than the first. Adrienne who knew just why Elaine’s breathing had quickened smiled at her slave.
“Go on then, you slut, you like licking cock and it’s him that’s being tortured, not you, though that could change if you don’t get a move on.”
Elaine shuffled forward on her knees; she raised her hands and began to trail the tips of her fingers along the inside of Mark’s hard muscled thighs. Her nails left faint red marks of their passage. With one hand she took his rock hard member in her hand. The lace made a diamond pattern along the length of his shaft, biting into the flesh which had hardened within its constraints. She smoothed his foreskin back until it met the circle of leather around the glans and her tongue swirled gently across the swollen bulbous helmet which, because of such tight restraint, was a deep purple colour. Mark groaned - in pain? Pleasure? Possibly both, Elaine wasn’t sure, she didn’t really care. She licked his penis; her finger nails gently raking the swollen sac that was his scrotum. She felt his body suddenly jerk and simultaneously heard the crack of leather on flesh as Adrienne began to use a heavy nine tailed whip on Mark’s back, buttocks and thighs.
Mark jerked back and forth as Adrienne plied the whip, making it difficult for Elaine to carry out her task. She took the head of his member into her mouth while still playing her teasing game with her nails on the taut skin of his scrotum. The whip slashed across her back.
“Out of the way, Elly!”
Previous experience made her throw herself sideways and lay prone on the floor. Adrienne appeared and the whip slashed across Mark’s belly, marking his skin and tugging on the leather laces attached to the clamps on his nipples. He moaned and then screamed as a second blow seared upwards between his legs to impact on the taut sac of his balls. More blows rained down, covering each of his thighs from groin to knee in a red tracery of lash marks. Elaine rested on one elbow and watched the fluid movements of her mistress’s body as she delivered the blows. Adrienne turned suddenly and looked down at Elaine.
“Slave, up on your knees.”
Elaine slid sideways and up to kneel upright with her hands clasped behind her head. Adrienne moved to stand in front of Elaine, who looked straight ahead at the shaven mound of her mistress’s sex. It was pierced through both lips with gold rings, four to each labia and another, Elaine knew, nestled inside those lips through the hood of the young woman’s clit. Adrienne used the handle of the whip to raise Elaine’s head so that her gaze travelled over the smooth plain of Adrienne’s belly with the diamond stud piercing the navel and upwards past the perfect breasts with their gold and diamond studded nipples until she was looking into the eyes of her mistress.
“What were you looking at, slave?”
Elaine, who by now knew that the truth was the safest answer, replied.
“I was looking at you, mistress.”
“Why?” “Because you are beautiful mistress and when you move you are so graceful.” This was also the truth, Elaine was part terrified and more than a little in love with her beautiful young mistress who had nursed her after Keith had punished her with a ‘judicial tit caning’. Twenty four strokes of a heavy cane delivered, by her terrified female peers, terrified because Keith had told them that if, in his opinion, they didn’t deliver the blows hard enough he would deliver the blows again and then cane their breasts as well. Adrienne looked down at Elaine and smiled as she trailed the whip across Elaine’s breasts.
“You say the nicest things, my pet. I think your tits deserve some attention for that.” For the third time in the afternoon Elaine felt a shaft of raw lust radiate out from her sex. Her nipples hardened as her body responded to Adrienne’s words. Since the caning, brutal as it was, the mention of any form of breast torment had perversely engendered a feeling of heightened arousal in Elaine. This was a fact that Adrienne knew only too well and, as a practising sadist, played on it. “Arch your back, present those tits for me. Present them for the whip.” Elaine moved her hands from behind her head then leant backwards until she grasped her ankles. She thrust her belly forward until her body was arched, her breasts thrust up and out and her head so far back that she was staring up at the ceiling. She saw Adrienne move to a position behind her and then she could see up past the ringed mound of her mistress’s sex and the beautiful mounds of her breasts. She saw Adrienne raise the whip, the blur as it came down towards her and then the pain came as the tails slashed across her right breast. Within a second the whip had been raised and another blow sent its fiery message through her left breast. As the blows rained down Elaine gasped and moaned with each impact but she could also feel her arousal building, the sensual tingling of an impending orgasm welling between her thighs. Adrienne knew her too well now, she suddenly changed her target, two then three then four blows sliced through the air to fall on Elaine’s very red unprotected labia. Her moans of pleasure/pain turned into screams of real pain, screams which were suddenly joined by those of Mark as their mistress changed the object of her attentions and once again began whipping Mark’s penis, scrotum and thighs. Suddenly she stopped, grasped Elaine’s hair and pulled her head forward until her lips were touching the tip of Mark’s penis. “Well, slave, what are you waiting for? Pleasure him, make him cum.”