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From: pfhrlock@teleport.com (Marc & k)
Subject: k's Grooming (Ff,Mf,hum,bd)
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This is a story/fantasy i relayed to my Owner and he wished me to write here.
"You" refers to a female dominate, no one in particular, but someone we both
wish to meet some day so that we may experience some of these fantasies that
make my Owner proud and me wet in the retaling (ps. we're in Portland Oregon).
 The "store" is just a place in my fantasy, and could very well be my Owner's
dungeon, in fact i used the dimensions of his dungeon for the back room of the
store.  Normal preface, if you are offended by objectification and all the
other standard (fun) stuff don't read ahead.

k's Grooming

my Owner leads me into your store on my hands and knees, naked except for my
collar, cuffs and corset.  Your are standing behind the counter and watching
me crawl behind his boots.  my Owner greets you with the standard pleasantries
and then hands you my leash.  You pull on the leash for me to follow you into
the back.

The back is one large room, about 30X60 with high 20' ceilings.  The wall 
between the outer store and back room is lined with 6 steel cages, each 4'
long, 4' tall and 3' wide.  Only the cage nearest the door is occupied with
another small girl curled up in a blanket, i look up just for a moment and see
her eyes peaking out from under the blanket, a training harness is locked on
her head.  You lead me to the farthest cage and unlock the door, patting me on
the butt to send me in as you unhook the leash.  "Now be good and quiet," you
warn me, "or else I'll have to muzzle you like the other girl down there."

You shut the door behind me and lock the bolt, turning and walking back to the
front of the store, flicking a switch on your way out that shuts off most of
the lights.  i can hear the girl at the other end whimper into some gag as the
lights go dim.  There are no windows and only a sparse row of dim track 
lighting shines down on the cages, making it difficult to see out into the
rest of the room.  Off into the distance of the room i can only see the shadow
of various tall and omnious looking objects and the occassional glint of 
steel.  A light foam pad covered in some type of vinyl covers the floor of the
cage and a blanket is tossed to the corner.  Near the door i find a bowl of
water.  i notice that the bowl has been bolted to the floor of the cage and i
must kneel and lap at the water like a dog for a drink.  The water feels cool
on my lips and runs down my chin as i lap.  Next to the water is an empty bowl
that has been bolted as well.  i curl up in the corner of the cage and cover
myself with the thin blanket, closing my eyes and trying to relax, 
occassionally tossing and turning into new positions as my legs cramp in the
small space.  Time is impossible for me to perceive in the constant darkness.

i jump as i hear the door open again and i quickly blink my eyes as you hit
the light switch, flooding the large room with bright white light. Before my
pupils can adjust you've already unlocked my cage and are standing at the door
with the leash.  Obediently, i bow my head and crawl out of the cage.  You
click the leash to my collar and lead me towards the other sections of the
room, the familiar thud of my Owners boots following behind me.

You stop me in front of a high table with a ramp that leads to the top.  You
turn to my Owner and point out a chair that he may relax in as you reach for a
crop.  Tapping the crop on my shoulder you lead me up the ramp to the top of
the table.  The table is all wood with a padded leather top, about 3' long and
3' wide.  You lift the leash and tie it off at the top of one of the two long
poles stand at the corners of the front of the table, tying the leash fairly
tight and giving me little slack.  You then slap the insides of my wrists with
the crop and direct my hands to the edge of the table, where you attach my
wrists cuffs to the table's side.  As my hands spread i am forced to lower my
shoulders and take up the remaining slack of the leash, causing me to 
straighten my posture and lift my head even more.  Then moving behind me, you
slap at the insides of my thighs, spreading my knees wide and tying them to
the corners of the table.

i feel your hand running casually up the inside of my straining thighs, along
my ass and then down to my hanging tit, giving it a quick slap as you 
non-chalantly ask my Owner "You wanted her stretched, right?"  i hear him 
answer "Yes" and then feel a clamp pinch down tightly on my nipple.  Before i
can even drag another breath into my lungs another clamp bites down on my 
other nipple.  You move in front of me and slap the bottom of my chin command
"up".  i lift my head and see you tie the leather cords to the clamps, then
run the cords to the same eye hooks that hold my wrists, tying the cords 
together at the other end.  You pull the cords down farther and farther, 
causing me to arch my back to relieve some of the tension, for which you only
tighten the knot more.  The pain of my poor stretched nipples begins to run
through my shoulders as you move behind me, quickly clamp each of my cunt lips
and doing the same.  i hear my Owner say "that's very nice" as you strum the
cords pulling my cunt like a guitar.  i whimper slightly, even unable to 
writhe my hips as i'm held frozen, the leash preventing me from lowering my
shoulders to ease the strain on my nipples and my knees immobilized with rope.

You begin to go to work, brushing my hair high on my head into two pony-tails
and then tying white ribbons around both.  i begin to think i will get a 
repreave when you release my leash, but you quickly pull up a pony training
head harness.  You squeeze my jaw to encourage me to open my mouth, then slide
the bite between my teeth and the harness over my head.  You then take the
leash and attach it to the ring at my forehead, tying it tight again to the
top of the pole so my head is forced up.  

You then proceed to paint my lips a whorish shade of red, which looks even
more garish over the black bit.  You add a cheap shade of blue to my eye lids
and a deep red blush to my cheeks.  Finally finishing the makeup by covering
my strained tits with blush to highlight the valleys.

You move back behind me as i feel some cool foam covering my asshole and the
warmth of my cunt as a lamp is clamped to the table and pointed up past my
gapping lips.  i whimper into the bit as i feel the scrap of a razor sliding
over my asshole and down the back of my strained cunt lips.  You do this a
couple of times till all the hair is removed, reaching under me as you shave
the top of my cunt and pulling even more on my strained lips as you shave 
around them.  

After you wipe my cunt and asshole dry i feel something small slide into my
asshole.  i am suddenly forced to breath deeply as i feel the fluid of the
enema begin to enter my bowels and push on my stomach.  i can hear you fill
more water into the bag as you begin to non-chalantly discuss the table i 
kneel on with my Owner.  The two of you engaged in casual conversation of 
furniture, torture devices and favorite ways to humiliate, as you fill my 
bowels with more and more fluid.  Finally, just when i begin to squirm 
regardless of the pull on my nipples and cunt you pull the hose from my 
asshole, placing your finger over the hole to keep me from releasing the 
pressure as you reach for a bucket to catch it in.

i groan deeply as i am finally allowed to release the pressure from my bowels,
then begin to feel a blush rise to my already painted cheeks from being forced
to relieve myself in such a way in front of my Owner and a stranger.  You 
remove the bucket and wipe the remaining drops from my still upturned ass,
then reach down and quickly release the two clamps on my aching cunt.  i feel
my cheeks fill with even more color as the blood rushes back to my swollen
lips and fills them with the familiar tingling pain.  Then moving around my
side you quickly release the two on my tits, causing me to pant into the bit
as you tell my Owner "that should about do it." .  i hear him get up and the
sound of his boots as he moves closer to the table.  He walks slowly around
me, pinching my throbbing nipple and causing me to groan even more.  Then he
finally stops in front of me and holds both my tits up looking closely to the
nipples, then placing his finger under my chin and turning my head from side
to side as he inspects his property.  "Looks good". 

You suggest to him that you will finalize things out front and he agrees.  As
my Owner leaves the room you unhook the leash from the head harness and attach
it to my collar, slapping my shoulder with a crop and telling me to back down
the ramp.  You lead me back to the same cage and lock the door before 
following my Owner back out of the room and clicking off the lights.  i curl
up in a small ball at the corner of the cage and cover myself with the feeble
blanket, my body shivering slightly as it calms down from it's brief torments.
 
Time begins to pass again at some unknown speed and i realize that i should
not of drank so much of the water.  i squirm from side to side and watch the
door hoping it will open soon, my bladder slowly beginning to ache.  Finally i
can no longer hold it and move to a corner of the cage, crouching in shame
like an animal and relieving my bladder.  Just as i start to feel the release
the door flings open and the lights on.  You scream "stop bitch!" and my face
turns a crimson red of shame.  You barge to my cage and fling the door open,
reaching in and grabbing the training harness, pushing my head down and my
nose into the small puddle.  You lift my head and i blush even more as i see
my Owner look sternly down to me, you remove the bit and command me to clean
my mess.  Quickly i lower my head and begin to lap at my piss, struggling 
against the bars of the cage to suck up all the piss.

You grab the harness and drag me out of the cage, i hear my Owner mutter " you
filthy toilet" as you drop the harness and i place my forehead to the floor.
my Owner says "I will punish her, but if you would like the pleasure, feel
free "  You mutter through your teeth, "why don't we both do it."  my Owner
reaches his strong hands down and grabs a pony-tail, dragging me to a dark
spot in the wall covered with various eye hooks and a winch.

To Be Continued.........

Now we only need the Domme to carry out this fantasy.  If you're female and
interested in this, and other activities, you can email my Owner at 
pfhrlock@teleport.com.  We, and his dungeon, are in Portland, Oregon.


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