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    By popular demand, I am sending out another story.  More
Gaila stuff will follow, if I can get some ideas.  The premise of
the next one is she turns the tables on her master, and boy is he
mad...  I have already done some nasty stuff to her, but I need
some seriously vicious and degrading acts, the sort of thing you
don't want to do to a bottom you love.  She's about an inch and a
half away from losing him, and will take anything to keep him.
Thanks to all who have sent ideas.    Now about this one.  The tape actually exists.  It actually
says this stuff.  I actually followed it.  And yes, my sometime
top does talk like this.  Enjoy.

Picture the following: a tall slender red-head girl kneels on the
carpet.  Her knees are spread and she is nude.  Before her sits a
tape player, a pair of alligator clips, and a 10" vibrator.  She
takes a deep breath, screwing up her courage to reach out and
turn on the tape player.  She presses "play."  From the speaker
issues a deep, sensuous male voice.  She has described it as
"rich as chocolate coffee laced with arsenic and more addictive
than crack."  She trembles slightly, obeying his commands.

    "Greetings, slave girl.  Well now, it has been a very long
time since last I gazed upon that ravishing form of yours.  I
have missed you, slave girl.  Has a slave missed her master?    "Lift your chin, slave girl.  Let me gaze into that oh-so-
innocent face of yours; the face I dream about...  Let us see
that precious, precious throat of yours.  Ah, what's this?  No
collar?  Perhaps we shall have to do something about this.  Ah,
but, that will come later.  As ever, slave girl, if you want wear
my collar, you're going to have to earn it.    "Turn your head slave girl, to the left...now to the
right...pretty wench indeed.  And such lovely hair.  Oh dear, it
has been such a long time since I ran my fingers through that
soft, soft hair of yours, since I rang the little bells on your
earrings.  Since my eyes have feasted upon this body of yours.
Oh, so tempting...  Face to the front, slave girl.    "Chin up!  Keep it there, slave girl, I'm not done looking
at you yet.  Oh, you look so inviting, so inviting kneeling
there, owned.  A slave even without a collar.  Straighten that
back slave girl!  You will kneel properly before your master.
Mmm.  Yes, I do like to look at you.  Spread those knees just a
little wider, slave girl.  You know I demand and expect full
access to every square inch of your lucious form.  And I will
take it, believe me.    "Just let me look at you for a while.  I'm not usually one
to repeat myself, slave girl, but it has been such a long time,
and I have indeed missed you sorely.    "What am I thinking, slave girl? [evil chuckle]  Oh, what
lusty, wonderful thoughts am I thinking, indeed when I look upon
you.  My slave.  My passion slave.  Oh yes, that brings up a few
memories, doesn't it, passion slave?  And your name for me.  Go
ahead, slave girl, dare to whisper it to me.  Again!  Yes,
passion slave.  Your shalafi will take you someday.  Oh, don't
you ache for it?  You want it, oh-so-badly. [evil laugh] Oh, I'll
just bet you do.  As you tease me and tempt me from a safe
distance, knowing all along in the back of your lovely twisted
mind just how little it would take to close that distance, even
as my hand closes around your throat.  Oh, but not to harm, no.
To place the collar around your neck, the collar you so want and
deserve.  The collar you so desire, even as I desire you.    "Are we trembling, slave girl?  You little slut.  You've
always had a curious--oh, how to say it, slave girl--desire,
perhaps?  fascination?  need? to be called by exactly what it is
you are.  For me, slave girl, `passion slave' is enough.  It
engenders the more tender memories of you.  Memories I intend to
renew someday.  Ah, but perhaps you can thrill me just a little
bit here and now.  Keep that back straight!  Chin Up!  I'm not
done looking at you.    "Oh, how badly you deserve a good sound thrashing with my
whip.  Yes, you remember that whip, don't you, slave girl?
Wonder how it would feel in my hands, as I stroke you with
it...caress you with it... back and front, taking my time.
Running that coarse, firm leather over every inch of you from the
waist up, stroking it once or twice between your legs.    [Deep inhalation] "Mmm, what is that delicious odor I smell,
slave girl?  Smells to me like...bitch...in heat!  But that's
about what you are, isn't it, passion slave?  You worthless
whore!  No, no, no, that's not right at all now, is it?  You,
passion, slave are far from worthless.  On no, you have
considerable value, even if it is only for entertainment.  You
seem a little bit nervous, slave girl.  Don't you like being
called worthless?  Even if we both know it's far from true?  Or
perhaps the word `whore'?  No, that doesn't suit you either, does
it?  At least a whore has the decency to ask for something in
return for her favors.  But you don't have that luxury or
privilege, do you, _slave girl_?  I will take form you anything
and as much of anything as I desire.  Use you savagely for my own
decadent pleasure. And you, you little bitch, you enjoy it so
much, don't you?    "How does it feel, slave girl--and tell me truly--how does
it feel to know yourself owned?  Speak slave girl, speak louder
so I can hear you.  How does it feel to know you are the object
of mad desire and personal cravings?  Oh, you send such tremors
through me, slave girl.  Ah, it isn't enough merely to own you. I
must have you.  Have you in my arms again.  Hold you like I did
before in my cold, but firm and ever-so-delightfully possessive
grasp.  There's no escape for you slave girl.  None at all.  But
then you wouldn't have it any other way, would you, bitch?  No,
not for you.  Even if the possibility of escape were to be made
open, and I assure you it most certainly is not, I want you far
too much.  Even if only for now, the simple pleasure of owning
you, looking at you kneeling there before me.  My passion slave.    "Look down at those clamps, slave girl.  Yes, nice nasty
little teeth on those, aren't there?  You asked me, slave girl,
how much of your teasing you would be made to pay for.  Well, you
knew the answer all along, slave girl.  I'm going to make you pay
for all of it.  How many of your fantasies will I make reality at
my leisure?  All those that suit me, of course.  All in my own
good sweet time.  Ah, but no, no clamps for you yet, though you
sorely deserve them.  No clamps for you yet.    "I regret we have this annoying little bit of background
noise, that steady hum.  But I don't mind, not when I have you to
concentrate my personal pleasure on, my personal attention.    "Tell me again, slave girl, would you like to please your
master now?  Now that I've taken in every aspect of you as you
kneel there?  I'm not going to lay a single finger on you right
now, slave girl, tempting as you are.  Instead, you are now going
to use your own hands to bring yourself off for my pleasure,
while I watch and listen.    "Raise your hands, slave girl, to your hair.  Put them
behind your head.  That's it.  Thrust those delicious breasts of
yours forward into prominance where I can see them better.  Oh,
to run my hands over them again, to lightly twist those hard, red
little nipples of yours.  To suck upon them and then bite them
between my canines as I have done before.  Umm, they are a pretty
pair, aren't they?  Too soon to be marred by a pair of clamps.
Awww.  I'm going to enjoy that, slave girl, especially since you
are going to put them on for me; and then wait as the pressure
and the pain builds.  And I will listen and watch as you squirm
and whine, and I'm not going to be satisfied until there are
tears running out of your eyes.  But, again, that comes later,
slave girl.  I find anticpation to be a rather interesting
appetizer.    "Stroke the sides of your neck, slave girl, like you want me
to do.  Like I do when I have you in my grasp.  Mmmm...so soft,
so nice.  Now the face, slave girl.  Oh, you're no raving beauty
to be sure, but you do have your own charm.  Especially with that
hair.  Have I ever told you, slave girl, how much I like the
color?  How much the very sight of it--and you--fire my blood?
That's not an easy thing to do, slave girl.  I set rather
difficult standards.    "Keep stroking the face, slave girl.  Explore every line and
curve.  Take your time as I do.  The easiest way for a slave
girl, at least one of mine, to know when her master is losing
interest is when he stops admiring her face.  Pray that never
happens to you, slave girl.  You know why you exist!  The only
excuse for your meager existance is simple and solely to please
me.  Once you exhaust that, what are you?  Nothing!  Ah, but I
don't see that happening for some time.    "Back down to your neck slave girl, under the chin, slowly.
And then down to your shoulders. Mmm, nice and firm shoulders you
have.  Also soft.  Down the arms, slave girl...back
up...shoulders.    "Ah, yes and now move to one of my favorite parts.  Yes,
down to your breasts.  Ah yes, squeeze them, slave girl.  Oh, I
am enjoying the sight of this.  Squeeze them, slave girl, rub
them.  Oh, and don't ignore those nipples.  No.  Mmmmm.  Yes, do
it just as if I were there, doing it for you instead while you
were chained helplessly, unable to resist.  Which, in truth you
are, whether I bother to chain you or not.  Isn't that right,
slave girl?  Mmm.  So nice.  Definitely one of your more
attractive features.    "Keep your back straight, slave girl!  Keep it straight.  No
slouching before your master.  It would...displease me.  Yes,
keep playing with those nipples, slave girl.  Twist them gently,
roll them back and forth.  Oooh yes, keep them awake, I like the
sight of them.    "Alright, now down the sides of you.  Down to your stomach.
How's your diet going, slave girl?  Do you think the vision of
you pleases your master?  You're not heavy, now, are you?  I like
nice flat tummies, you know.  I like them to be very nice
contrasts to the breasts above.  Do you think your weight's
sufficient to satisfy me?  Should I tell you what I think?  No,
that'd be too easy.  Just rub, slave girl.  Very slowly.  You
know I like to take my time with my pets, my toys, my
possessions.    "Now down, further, to your thighs and your legs.  Spread
those knees a little farther slave girl.  Mmmm.  Also soft,
shapely.  A little large in the thigh perhaps, but, then again, I
like a girl with some meat on her.    "Alright, slave girl, enough of that.  Pick up the clamps.
Both of them.  Yes, I've been looking forward to this.  Wake up
those nipples of yours, slave girl, they're going to get
something now.  All right, slave girl, open the first clamp.  Put
it in place, and put it on.  Now the second.  Put it on.  That's
it.  Oh, yes.  Oooh, what delightful pain.  Scream, slave girl,
scream if you must, but keep it low.  Mmmm.  Don't you DARE take
them off!  You just kneel and think about it.  As that pain
builds and builds.... Isn't it feeling just so good, you little
slut?  You know you wanted it!  Now live with it!    "Oh, it hurts does it?  All right, slave girl, take them
off.  And now, because your cries have pleased me, I will let the
tape run out now.  And when you're feeling up to it again, you
may turn it back over and listen to the other side.  Maybe if you
please me, I won't have you put them back on.  But you did well,
slave girl.  You kept them on for almost, over 1 full minute.
That is the purpose of endurance clamps, now, isn't it?    "Enjoy your pain, bitch.  There's more to come."  [evil
chuckle]