Patti Ann Property 4

 

Patti Ann awakened the last thing she remembered were the super intense waves of orgasms as she was helpless to stop Mistress Corinth’s boy from cleaning her virginal cunt with his mouth.   Patti Ann’s shame at being displayed, as an act of rape was being performed on her was still quite vivid in her mind.   Under those circumstances she thought her reaction should not have been one of such intense ecstasy.  When she was in essence raped three times  twice when made to suck cock and the third when the boy was supposedly cleaning her uncontrollably cumming cunt.

 

To her now emotional discomfort her cunt had started welling up with orgasmic feeling because of her recollections of the event just as she tried to suppress it, her back went into an arch and cunt thrust upward as if it were still being cleaned by Mistress Corinth’s boy.  Waves of orgasms flowed through her again not as intense as at the time of the event.   None the less they were real orgasms caused by her thoughts alone.

 

Patti Ann desperately wanted to touch herself between her legs, when she realized she was restrained.  Patti was on a matt in a cage, her wrist fasten to the sides.   A strange female voice said well she is finally awake remove her from her comfort matt so we can groom her. 

 

The cage door opened and she was unceremoniously pulled naked from it.  The male who was handling her did not try to not touch her breast.  Much to her dislike he basically had gotten in some really good feels of her heretofore second most private parts especially when it came to males.

 

She had aspired to have a submissive lesbian relationship with a dominant woman now a male was hoisting her naked body from what amounted to a dog kennel cage with a matt in it.  Patti Ann in her most depraved fantasies had never imagined a submissive scenario of this magnitude of helplessness on her part.

 

She would soon learn accepting her status as the Mistress Corinth’s property was only the beginning.  The woman who had ordered her removal told the male to go head and dress her for feeding.  When you stick that big wank of yours in her mouth don’t put it all the way down her throat.   I want her to taste her nourishment.

 

The male produced her wardrobe it was a white see through top, white mini skirt, white stocking, white garters, and white high heel shoes.   It was exactly like the outfit she wore the night she went to meet Mistress Corinth. 

 

The male had Patti Ann stand up and proceeded to put her sheer top on first once her arms were through the sleeves he had her hold her hands out in front and placed a padded set of restraints on her wrist.  Then he hooked the restraints to a hook and hoisted her up on her toes. 

 

With her in a total state of helplessness he proceeded to button her blouse all the while getting more than accidental contact with her exposed breast.  Her nipples had become eraser hard from the most degrading stimulation of her life.  He proceeded to put her mini skirt on her and button it with out nefarious contact to her, until the other night her most sacred private part.

 

The small amount of dignity she thought she had been granted by him not touching her pussy when the skirt was put on was destroyed.   Once he unrolled the stockings up her legs and took generous liberties brushing against her still bare pussy underneath her skirt.

 

The garters were then placed at the top of each stocking again allowing him carte blanche to rub against her oh so helpless cunt.   He then kneeled down to put on her high heel shoes not missing the opportunity to look up at her exposed pussy beneath her panty less skirt.

 

Much to Patti Ann’s shame she was near orgasmed from the circumstances of the dressing ritual.  When he lowered and removed her hand restraint from the hook he turned her to face a mirror she saw how completely sexually inviting she was with her eraser hard nipples poking through an almost invisible blouse.  The miniskirt was short enough to expose her pubic hairs ever so slightly below the hemline.

 

The recreation of her meeting garb with Mistress Corinth and the male dressing her with wandering hands was more than her sexuality could take.   Patti Ann had no choice but to cum like the wanton slut she saw in the mirror.

 

The male could see her state as her eyes glazed over and she rocked on her high heels helpless to the orgasms coursing through her body.   His hand found her cunt under the skirt as her juices let loose gushing with abandon more than filling his hand the excess falling to the floor.   He waited until the waves of her pleasure subsided and put his hand to her mouth for her to taste her own cumming.   Patti Ann at his command licked from his hand he then pointed to floor and knew she was expected to clean the floor with her mouth.

 

He then again put the hoist hook to her wrist bindings and lifted her up until the back of her high heels were just off the floor.

 

An eternity seemed to pass as Patti Ann went over in her mind all the tawdry events of her experience since she had endeavored to meet Mistress Corinth.   The sheer magnitude of what has been visited on her person was still somewhat surrealistic to her.  Patti Ann had not come to terms with the very real fact that she was actually property.   The shameful things that she had done and allowed to be done to her were all still in her mind a fantasy that just seemed real. 

 

Yet the hoist that now held her on her tip toes dressed with out any real concealment of her charms was very real causing her to rock tediously trying to maintain her balance so the weight of her body would not pain her wrist.   The male returned and placed a collar on her neck and attached a leash.   When the hoist started lowering he told to squat on her heels as the hook lowered.  

 

Once she was squatting he attached the other end to a turnbuckle in the floor in essence locking her in that position. With arms stretched above her head and the leash keeping her from rising.

 

He said you will learn to feed always in a high heel squat you must never be on your knees.  The mistress never wants to here that you were on your knees sucking cock. He stepped back to take in a view of her state obviously her pussy was quite exposed in that squat, the mini skirt provided no cover and the blouse hid nothing from sight as her nipples and areola were most prominent.

 

He then dropped his trousers and let his cock unfold to her sight, her eyes widen as the enormous size causing her mouth to open.   He said that’s it as he pushed it into her mouth gagging her at first he slowly moved it back and forth fucking her mouth.

 

Patti Ann struggled to keep her balance on her high heels as she was held in place by the hoist and attached leash.   She once again was sucking cock and had construed from what she heard the women keeper say that this was in fact a feeding. 

 

When the cock entered her mouth her automatic reflex was to lick and suck the cock as in her previous sucking experiences to bring forth the ejaculation that would deliver her breakfast.  This time there was no sense of a superior position as before when the males were forbidden to cum with out permission.  This was a circumstance of being fed like an animal that would eat what it was given and only then by the owners system of delivery.

 

Never the less she obediently sucked for her nourishment knowing she was helpless to the whim of her owner’s desire.  Patti Ann’s humiliation by being trussed up in a helpless state and taking a male cock into her mouth was her owner’s goal.  Her state of dress was designed to further that goal of humiliation.   It was a distinct reminder of her initial obedience to Mistress Corinth’s will.

 

This was a total contradiction to her initial desire to have a lesbian only relationship with her owner mistress.  Patti Ann was learning that to be owned was to be without any personal discretion as to ones state of being.

 

The males cum exploded into her mouth filling it completely she began swallowing as she was hungry and new not to let any escape.  That would not be pleasant for her.   The taste had become unsurprising to her as this was her third feeding counting her first two cock sucking duties.

 

The cock stayed in her mouth and went through several pulsations delivering more cum to her tummy before he with drew it.   He looked to the floor below her cunt and immediately knew he was not the only one to cum.   He lowered the hoist so she could get her mouth to the floor and warned her not to let her knees touch the floor while cleaning up her mess.

 

Once the task was complete she was hoisted up and completely undressed she was not even left with her shoes.  The woman who had ordered her feeding approached to inspected Patti Ann’s breast and then her pussy; of course the tactile contact to such sensitive areas sent Patti Ann into a glazed eyed state.

 

The dressing, feeding, and now inspection were keeping Patti Ann in constant arousal and always on the edge of orgasm.  That changed suddenly when the Lucille the keeper ordered her bathed.   The next thing she knew a water hose was spraying her all over top to bottom.   She was being treated as a barn yard animal. Now thoroughly drenched two male keepers applied soap over her entire body including her most private parts. Again the hose was used to rinse her.   Then they soaped her cunt again and one of the males proceeded to shave her cunt with a straight razor.

 

Patti Ann was horrified she had never thought that such a degrading process would be applied to her especially having her pubis and pussy lips shaved by a male.  The Mistress Corinth had not left her the dignity of pubic hair she was now just a girl as Mistress Corinth’s male properties were just boys.

 

The next step was not just horrifying to her it was all so traumatic and quite painful.   They moved her to a fixture that allowed them to securely fasten her arms, legs, waist, and to her absolute discomfort her pussy.   This by means of a rigid dildo on a ratchet jack mounted to the floor. 

 

In essence she was impaled and immobile.  Her vulva was bare of hair and now would be branded with Mistress Corinth’s mark.  Seeing the branding iron glowing hot Patti Ann passed out.  They awakened her so that she would experience her marking.   Patti Ann screamed with agony as the iron made the mark.  Immediately they applied a soothing cream.

 

Patti Ann had again passed out when the iron touched her sensitive hairless pussy.  Again she was awakened the pain mostly abated due the special cream applied.  Patti Ann’s psyche was still reeling from the traumatic event of being branded as property.   This event had not been remotely a possibility in her mind when she had accepted her place as a submissive too Mistress Corinth.

 

Lucille pointed to an image; a circle with the capital letters “MC” and a smaller letters below “sc”.

 

Lucille said obviously “MC” is for Mistress Corinth the “sc” you can have your pick slave cunt or slut cunt.  You will carry this mark for the rest of your life even if she sells you as it is her brand and it is know around the world by those who deal in cunt and cock flesh. One brand fits all.

 

Lucille then had her removed from the dildo jack and produced a chastity device much to Patti Ann’s discomfort it was locked into place over her now branded pussy.  Lucille said return her to the kennel there is no need to secure her hands now.

 

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