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The Toy

I stood at the gate, stomach in knots as I watched his plane land, legs
so weak I was afraid they wouldn't carry me when I needed them. You
wanted this, I thought, trying to buck up my courage. I had met him
online about six months earlier, after making a decision to expand my
sexual horizons, a journey that had inescapably led me into bondage.
Once I had realized what I wanted, what I needed, I had started
searching for a Master, deciding that online was the safest start, and
learning forum. I had found Him a few weeks later, after going through
the usual assortment of wannabes and fakes. It had started as an
innocuous conversation, for the name he used wasn't one I would have
quickly associated with a Dom.

From there, things proceeded quickly, with us each learning of the
other, and my constant need to push my limits becoming quickly
self-evident. Now I was rethinking my insubordinance, a wee late in
the game for that though, I thought, nipples tightening at the thought
of some of the things I had said. He had told me that I would know
whether he was angry with me by the look in his eyes, to which I had
glibly replied "by then it'll be to late to matter". Now the only
thing on my mind was his eyes, and what was in store for me, once we
were alone. He had already started my punishment though, by his
instructions about my appearance.

Everyone was staring at me, as I self consciously pulled on my skirt,
praying it was at least covering the important parts, and knowing by
the amount of air I could feel on my bare bottom that it probably
wasn't. I had already had several business suit types come over and
'discreetly' ask how much, to my complete humiliation. I was wearing a
sleeveless white sheath, laced up the front, sheer enough that you
could see the black lace bra beneath, my large chest making it all the
more perverse, because no matter how I tried to move, it jiggled
provocatively. I again self consciously shifted, producing a whispered
"damn" from a man standing a few feet away. Without thinking, I
reached down to pull up my thigh high boot, managing to show most of my
bare ass in the process. Face purple with shame, I went over to stand
against the wall, deciding that at least from there, I could keep some
of my dignity.

It was then that I heard a low chuckle, the goose bumps that ran the
length of my body telling me it was Him before I even looked up,
immediately loosing myself in his depthless eyes. His smile looked
even more brilliant, set as it was in his swarthy complexion. He was a
few inches taller than I, but with my boot heels, it put us about
level. I was distinctly aware of everyone around us, staring at this
handsome, well-dressed man smiling at what appeared to be a very cheap
whore. "Master", I breathed, unable to get my voice above a whisper.
He said nothing, as he stepped into my space, allowing me to inhale the
scent of him. He took me roughly by the elbows, and putting his lips
next to my ear, hissed, "How does it feel to be a whore?" At that
point, I knew he was indeed very angry. To my complete humiliation, I
felt the wet slickness in my crouch start to drip down my leg, and I
started to cry. I have never cried easily in my life, and this man had
brought me to tears with a sentence. What had I gotten myself into?

He relaxed his hold slightly, and smirking said, "If one more tear hits
your cheek, you'll spend the night tied up and alone. Except for the
vibrator." That was enough to stifle my crying jag, as I once again
self-consciously tugged the skirt down. He took my arm, below my
elbow, as I started to turn, and dug his fingers into the soft flesh.
"Do that again without permission, and I'll whore you out to the next
gentleman that asks. Is that what you want?" He whispered. "No
Master, I'm sorry Master," I whimpered, on the verge of tears once
again, yet so aroused that the thought of being whored out only caused
another gush from between my legs.

As we stepped onto the elevator that led to the parking garage, he
pulled me so that we were in the back of the car, me standing in front
of him. He immediately slid his fingers between my legs, and began
rubbing my clit. I instinctively arched back against him, nipples
hardening to granite. "Don't make a sound." He said, his fingers
swirling around and pinching my clit, causing pain and pleasure to
mingle. On the verge of orgasm, I closed my eyes, only to have him
remove his hand at the critical moment. I whimpered helplessly as he
laughed softly into my hair, biting my neck gently.

As we got off the elevator, he lightly swatted my buttocks, and I
unthinkingly caught his hand, not meaning disrespect, simply an act of
instinct. As my eyes met his, I knew that this was yet another
transgression I would pay for, and unable to help myself, I shuddered.
"I'm sorry, it was done without thinking..." A cold little smile played
on his lips, his eyes roving and invading my body like the most
intimate of caresses. " You never do anything without thinking, until
now. Your about to learn what 'not thinking' is really about, slut."
Without even realizing it, I had backed into the wall, mostly trying to
keep my vulnerable ass out of swatting range. He took full advantage,
quickly stepping between my legs, so that I was inadvertently
straddling his knee. "Ride it, bitch." He growled, twisting my right
nipple for emphasis. With a moan, I allowed my crotch to rest lightly
on his pants leg, hoping he would ease the pain in my chest. I rubbed
against him, quickly forgetting where I was and whom I was with, until
he once again stopped me on the verge of an orgasm. Unable to help
myself, I tried to wiggle away, or at least finish myself with my hand,
distantly aware and shocked by my own wantonness. He held me still
easily, and chuckled, his hands roving my body, making me writhe
against him like the cheap whore he was fast teaching me that I was.
He then pushed further against me, his manhood hard against my swollen
clit, grasping my ass and lightly humping against me, still not
allowing me control of my body. "Is that what you want, little slut?
Do you want me to take you right here, where every one can see what a
whore you are?" He bit me again, rougher this time, the sensation
going straight to my crotch. "Yes...please Master, fuck me like the
little whore I am...." I could no longer control myself, I was watching
from a distance, aware only of the throbbing in my loins.

He chuckled sadistically, pushing off the wall and leaving me to catch
myself, moaning when I could no longer feel him against me. "Where is
your car, slut?" he questioned, ignoring me now as I panted, all
thought of fear leaving me. I pointed to the far end of the garage,
wondering if I had intentionally parked my car as far from everyone
else as possible, subconsciously. He walked toward it, leaving me to
straighten my clothes, cheeks reddening at a wolf whistle from across
the garage. He laughed again, under his breath, as I finally caught up
to him, going around to the passengers' side to unlock his door and
open it. As I pulled the door open, he roughly grabbed my hair, and
shoved me face first into the car, so that I was bent over the seat,
mostly out of view of any passers by. With his other hand, he pushed
my skirt farther up, completely exposing my shaved pussy. I whimpered,
afraid to move, automatically tensing my body anyway. The first slap
stung so hard I cried out, tears streaming down my face. He pulled
back on my hair, so that my throat was exposed, and I was unable to
make a sound. "Still think you can't be broken, slut? Are you sure
you want to go through with this?" He eased up on my neck slightly;
allowing me to gasp in a breath and reply, "yes Master, please".

Until it came out, I honestly had no idea what I was going to say, or
that I would allow myself to be treated this way. Three more slaps
followed, equally as hard as the first. At that point, I became afraid
and defiant. I tried to push against him, to make him stop, as he
still had me face first in the car, my ass pushed up against his
crotch, and open to his whims. Growling, he jerked back on my hair,
harder than the first time, causing a startled squeak to issue from my
throat. "I can see there's only one way to make you behave, at least
until we get to the cabin." He hissed, jerking his belt off, he looped
it around my wrists, tightening it as I whimpered, while simultaneously
opening his fly. When he had properly secured my hands, he clapped one
of his over my mouth, and proceeded to slam his cock into my tight
asshole. I screamed against his hand, the invasion racking me with
pain so severe that I began to black out, my vision fading to a tunnel
that was rapidly narrowing. I was making little screams against his
hand, with each thrust. Tears poured from my eyes, as my vision
completely disappeared, the pain turning to an aching pleasure I hadn't
known until then existed. Whimpering against his hand, I came hard, my
whole body shivering with the pulses from my sex. "Please...whatever
you want, I'm sorry Master," I mumbled against his hand. He abruptly
pulled out and stood, jerking me around so that I was on my knees on
the pavement, with the door and his body obscuring the view of my
ravaged form. His erection was still in evidence, my own blood
dappling his veiny cock. I did the only thing I could think of at that
point, to please him, and leaning forward, sucked him into my mouth.
He gasped, and for a moment as his hand tightened on my hair, I was
sure he was about to push me away. He then seemed to rethink and
instead shoved his cock into my throat, fucking my face until he came
in a creamy jet. Trying hard not to gag, I sucked eagerly, making sure
not to lose a drop, not wanting to incite his wrath further.

"You are a very talented whore," he said with a dry chuckle, still
holding my aching head. "Are you planning on behaving now?" His eyes
slid over me, and I could see myself in his glare, skirt around my
waist, bare ass hanging out, tits almost out of my bra, makeup running
in rivers down my face, blood around my lips. "Yes Master, I'm sorry,
I won't displease you again, please give me another chance." He still
only stared, eyes narrowed, seeming to weigh me, and my sincerity.
Seeming to come to a decision, he took hold of my shoulders, and pulled
me gently to my feet. He fixed my clothing, while I stood stone still,
unable to move, to scared I would do something wrong. Producing a
handkerchief, he wiped my face, as tenderly as any mother, paying
special attention to the blood around my lips, cleaning off the worst
of the mess. Finally he released my wrists, rubbing them vigorously to
get the feeling back in. I watched in wide-eyed silence, more afraid
and turned on than I had ever been in my life. Looking up and noticing
the terrified look on my face, he gave me a warm smile, and lightly
kissed my lips. "You did very well, love." He said, holding my jaw
lightly between his thumb and forefinger.

Unable to deal with the sudden change in mood, I became completely
unglued, and started to cry uncontrollably. He pulled me against him,
kissing me gently, allowing me to cry. I'm sure we made a strange
site, he talking in a soft voice, whispering in my ear, stroking me
like a frightened mare, until finally, I became calm enough to drive,
and we set off for the cabin.

I remained mostly silent on the drive, only speaking to answer his
occasional questions about the area, while I occasionally stole a
glance at him from the corner of my eye. If he noticed, he gave no
sign, although I saw a slight smile cross his face several times.

He really is a handsome man, I thought, allowing myself to admire his
dark good looks, his short, curly hair reminding me of hair on him
elsewhere, and I blushed miserably. The slightly upturned tilt to his
mouth widened, as he finally spoke "What?" I knew exactly what he was
asking, but was unable to come up with a suitable lie. The look he
turned on me after I didn't answer for a moment, blew any further
thought of untruth from my head. "I was thinking about what.... what
we just..." I couldn't finish the sentence and blushing miserably,
pretended to be engrossed in guiding the car to our destination. "We
didn't do anything little whore...no one will fault a man for taking
his pleasure, only the woman who allows it. You only proved what we
both knew all along...for all your education and degrees, you are a
slut. My slut. By the time this week is over, any thought of being
anything else will be gone, mark my words." He reached over and
twisted my right nipple for further proof, laughing delightedly when it
hardened to a peak, and at my furious blushing.

I hated the laughing. Since I was a small child, I couldn't stand to be
laughed at, and he had noticed it immediately, like a wolf on the scent
of a weaker animal. Psychologically speaking, you picked your worst
nightmare for a Dom. Why? I asked myself, he was a cop, Latin, and had
the type of sarcastic sense of humor that had grated my nerves most of
my life. In short, he was almost the twin of a man I had wanted all my
life, who had never given me the time of day, saying I was far to
immature to be anything to him. I shook my head to myself, wondering
what that long ago crush would have thought of me on my knees in a
parking garage, greedily sucking the cock of a man I had never
previously laid eyes on. I wiggled around on the seat uncomfortably,
my previous orgasm having worn off, and my body demanding more
attention.

"Keep that up and your going to make a stain on your nice leather seats,
whore. I can smell you from here." With that, he reached over between
my legs, and to my shock, I felt something hard and cold enter my
molten pussy. He had inserted a small vibrator in me, and turned it up
on high. "You move or cum, and you'll think the ass-fucking you got
earlier was a kiss on the cheek. Now, tell me exactly what your
thinking about, that's got your nipples standing out so hard and making
you scent the car like a god damn animal." He was turned toward me
now, watching as my excitement became unbearable, and I had to pull to
the side of the road. I closed my eyes; pushing my head back against
the seat, sweat pouring from me. "Please...Master.... please." I
groaned, unable to keep myself quiet. He reached over and began
lightly toying with my chest, taking first one breast and then the
other out of my shirt. He went between my nipples, pulling and
twisting, making the heat between my thighs intensify, until unable to
help myself, I blurted- "I was thinking that I deliberately picked a
Dom who looks just like someone who used to humiliate me years ago, and
how turned on he would probably be if he could see this!" He threw his
head back and laughed heartily. His response after that was immediate,
and deliberate. Reaching between my legs, he began fucking me hard
with the vibrator, once again jerking back my head, and biting my
throat and chest. I came harder than I ever have in my life, moaning
and gasping, grinding against his hand until it was soaked to his
wrist. He didn't stop until I had cum twice more, and was crying and
begging him to let go of me.

"Did you enjoy that, slut? Did that feel good?" He hissed. Unable to
speak, I nodded, still gasping in short little breaths. "Enjoy it.
Think about it for a while. Because that will be the last time you cum
for a very, very long time." He said, abruptly releasing my head.
Moaning, I bent over the steering wheel for a moment, trying to get
control of my hammering heart. After a few more ragged breaths, I
pulled back onto the road, turning into the entrance to the remote
state park access road where the cabin was situated.

The road was dirt, and probably inaccessible at least part of the year,
but provided a gorgeous backdrop for the cabin, nestled as it was at
the foot of the Smokey mountains. He showed no interest in speaking to
me further, as we exited the car. I felt his eyes boring into my
backside I mounted the steps to the wide front porch, causing another
gush between my thighs, which at this point were covered in so much of
my own juice, that they had dripped into my boots. I opened the door,
standing to the side in the foyer as he entered; my head lowered and
eyes carefully studying the floor at my feet. "Well?" he said,
sounding exasperated.

"I was going to finish dinner...I started it earlier, Master." I
finished quickly, afraid that even the tone of my voice would offend
him. He huffed into his mustache, casting me a sidelong glance.
"Clean up first, you're disgusting. You look like a street corner
whore that's been beaten up by her pimp." Gee, wonder why? The
thought came unbidden, and I quickly schooled my expression to one of
servitude as I looked up at him through my hair. "Yes Master, I'm
sorry..." Trying not to even look in his direction, I scurried up the
steps that led to the massive master bedroom, and the bath beyond. I
heard him downstairs, and heard the door that I assumed led to the
basement open. Consumed by my curiosity, I walked out on the landing
once I heard him moving down the steps, but could see nothing other
than a dim staircase. When He had rented the cabin, the front door key
had been sent to me, so that I might make preparations for his arrival,
but I knew he had the key to the downstairs sent to him, simply because
the rental agent had mentioned it to me. I knew that the cabin
belonged to an acquaintance of his, and assumed that there was
equipment to be used on me down there. Shuddering at the thought, I
stepped out of my skirt, and pulled off my blouse, absently reaching
out and fingering my sore nipples. Closing my eyes, I relived the last
few hours, my hand drifting between my legs, to relieve the tension I
felt. Sliding first one finger, then a second into my tight slot, I
began slowly finger fucking myself. Completely caught up in the act, I
never heard him leave the basement, and ascend the stairs to the
bedroom. Moaning softly, I propped one booted leg up on the wall,
while leaning against the shower stall, to give my questing hand room
to fill my pussy. Just as I was about to cum, he stepped on a creaky
board by the door, allowing me to at least open my eyes and see the
belt as it snapped at me, catching me squarely on the right ass cheek,
and wrapping around to smack my wet cunt. With a shriek, I jumped
back, landing flat on my ass.

We stared at each other, he looking at both amused and angry at the same
time, I seriously debating trying to get past him before he decided
what to do to me. "You, are an impossible whore", he said, shaking his
head. It was at that moment that I realized how I looked, makeup still
all over my face, hair a disheveled mess, wearing only a bra and thigh
high boots. "Never, in all the years.... all the subs...." He
sputtered. I said nothing, curling my legs defensively in front of me,
and wrapping my arms around them, once again blushing miserably. When
he moved towards me I couldn't help but flinch, but he made no move to
touch me, only turned on the shower behind me. I stayed where I was,
wondering why he was bothering, since I was probably going to end up
bloody anyway.

Unceremoniously, he grabbed my arm, jerked me to my feet and thrust me,
boots, bra and all under the water. "Maybe this'll cool that pussy off
for awhile," he growled, holding me under the water. It was cold.
Really cold. I started fighting him, almost succeeding in getting
loose, when he simply stepped into the shower behind me, clothes and
all, managing to shock me into being still. "Off!" He ordered,
yanking the bra from me. By that point I had become somewhat used to
the water, and removed my boots on my own. Pulling me too him, he
kissed me hard, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, our bodies pressing
urgently against each other. It was at that point I realized that he
had a raging hard-on, cold water or no. I hungrily returned the kiss,
glad for anything that might keep his mind from punishment. He started
unbuttoning his shirt, and with me helping, removed the rest of his
clothes. Grabbing my hair, he forced me to my knees, and thrust deeply
into my mouth, forcing me to either open up and accept his cock in my
throat, or suffocate.

"Suck it, bitch!" He let go of my hair, leaning back instead against
shower wall, and allowing the by now freezing water to hit me square in
the face and chest. I began greedily slurping his cock, hoping that
pleasing him quickly would get me out of the shower faster, and perhaps
return me to his good graces. Just as I felt him start to cum, cock
jerking in preparation to spill his seed, he pulled me to my feet, and
picking me up, and slamming me against the wall, forced his cock into
my frozen pussy. I cried out as he entered me, thrusting so hard that
my head bounced back and smacked into the wall. Grabbing my wrists, he
pulled my arms above my head, fucking me with short strokes that didn't
allow me a whole lot of movement. Heat flared again between my legs,
and I began arching my body in tandem with his thrusts, desperate to be
allowed to cum this time.

As I was once again on the cusp, he pulled out and grabbing my extremely
sore head, jerked my mouth to his crotch, while turning my pussy
towards the freezing water, effectively keeping me from coming as he
spewed his load into my throat. "Bastard!" I screeched, jerking away
and landing on my ass again, which by this point was also getting
extremely sore. Looking down at me, he chuckled sadistically. "Just
wait, little slut. It's going to get much, much worse. Now clean up!"
Glaring at him, I gingerly got to my feet, and when he made no move to
stop me, turned the hot water on full blast, allowing my aching body a
little relief. I didn't turn, but saw his shadow, shoulders silently
shaking as he laughed at me. He stayed in the back of the shower,
evidently to keep me from any thoughts of relieving myself. I was
surprised again when he took the shampoo and began washing my hair,
causing my nipples to automatically harden again. Reaching around, he
pinched and pulled them, rubbing his once again erect cock against my
ass. Jesus, if this keeps up I'm not going to be able to walk
tomorrow, much less by the end of the week. The thought nonetheless
causing another flash of heat between my already sodden thighs.
Moaning, I bent slightly, in the hopes he would fuck me again, giving
me a chance to maybe sneak an orgasm. The slap came without any
warning, causing heat to flare across my backside, and radiate to my
crotch, furthering my arousal.

"Impossible whore." He muttered under his breath, as he turned off the
shower, he tossed a towel at my head. "Dry me off, slut." I took it
and began vigorously rubbing him down, in the hopes that I was causing
at least a bit of discomfort. I once again was faced with his erect
penis, and before he could force the issue, I sucked him into my mouth,
blowing him with enough gusto that he came after only a moment, I
forgetting my own needs long enough to lick his prick clean, savoring
the taste of him. Without a word, he turned and went into the bedroom,
flopping down on the king size bed. I dried off with his eyes on me,
once again causing me to drip juices down my leg. "Are you always that
wet?" He asked, seemingly in a conversational mood again. Blushing
furiously, I replied, "No Master, I'm usually wet, but I've never..."
severe blush "dripped before".

"You don't look like the type at all....but you can't help yourself.
Even as angry as you are, you're still so turned on, you can't stand
yourself. You are truly a whore, unable to control yourself at all.
Why not just give in, allow yourself to be broken?" The question was
posed in such a way as to be non-threatening, and I was distinctly
aware that I could probably make things a lot easier on myself with the
correct answer. I was also stupid, and to angry to care if, he was
going to get mad or not. "Because you've not done a lot to make me
respect you, fear you maybe, but not respect and I couldn't give up to
a man I don't completely respect." I was looking down when I said it,
and as the words went through my own thick skull, as it dawned on me
who I was talking to, I decided that simply running was probably the
best recourse. Before I even made it to the door, he simply grabbed my
hair and hauled me around, tossing me in the middle of the bed. "That.
Is. It." He said. "Move and you won't be able to stand by tomorrow."
With that, he turned and went down the stairs, utterly sure I wouldn't
move. I found out he was right, and miserably awaited his return.

The Toy

He was gone long enough, deliberately or not, to make me wonder about
all the different, nasty things that could be done to a naughty sub. I
curled up in a ball, facing the door, so as not to get any more
'surprises', the previous one in the bathroom having left a two inch
wide welt running around my thigh to my ass, like some sort of bizarre
tattoo. I wasn't fooling myself; I knew he was capable of breaking me,
of making me his once and for all. Truthfully that's what I wanted,
but I knew that unless I pushed every button, found out exactly what I
could and couldn't get away with, there was no way I could succumb to
him. So far, silly bitch you haven't gotten away with a single
thing....anymore questions? I berated myself in my mind, and as I so
often do, became so unaware of my surroundings during my inner tirade
that I didn't know he was standing over me until he spoke.

"I have a fun little game, slaveslut.... you once said that you didn't
think a man could render you helpless unless 'you let him'. Well
here's the game. I have in this bag, a very large dildo, that I'm
getting ready to shove in that tight little ass of yours,"--that got my
undivided attention--"and a chastity belt, with a vibrator attached,
that I have the control to. Both holes filled, and you with no way of
getting yourself off. There will be no more orgasms for you, unless I
allow it, for the rest of the weekend." I sat up, staring at him
wide-eyed. He chuckled again. "There's my defiant little
whore....however...I'll make you a promise. I'll forget every
transgression, every little snotty remark and bratty look, that you've
given me, and we will pass this weekend in more.... pleasurable
pursuits" this was said eyeing my tits and ass, causing me to flush "no
more discipline unless you earn it from here on out." He shrugged, "of
course we both know that would only leave you out of trouble for about
five minutes".

"What do I have to do, Master?" I said, my overactive imagination
summoning to mind a branding, or piercing. "Simple, my little
whore...from what you've said you should have no trouble at
all...stopping me from putting the belt and dildos on. If you can, you
will redeem yourself." I stared at him, trying to control the look of
disbelief on my face. "Now, we will go down stairs, and you can
continue with dinner, and at some point, I'm going to grab you...it's
up to you from there on." He turned and started to leave the room,
then turned back to me. "One more thing. The only thing you're
allowed to wear" he tossed an object at me, "is this." He spun and
exited, going to the other bedroom to dress. A few minutes later, I
heard him once again descend to the basement.

In my hand was a thick leather collar, with a D ring in the center. I
had no doubt in my mind what it was for. I sat cross-legged in the
middle of the bed, staring at the collar, trying to decide if for once
in my life I was going to take the easy way, and simply go to him and
willingly allow him to put the preverbal 'screws' to me, or take this
ridiculous bet that I couldn't possibly win. This of course led my
mind to wondering if I could win. On a whim, I snuck to the room where
he had put his bags, and rummaged around until I found the pair of
police handcuffs I knew he had to have somewhere. If you can get them
on him, and chained to something, he won't have any choice but to give
in, and then I might live through the weekend...if he doesn't kill me
for this. Deciding that I needed clarification about exactly what the
rules of this 'game' were, I went in search of him, reasoning that he
hadn't told me I couldn't go downstairs. I snapped the collar around
my own neck, grimacing in distaste at the feeling and smell of the
leather.

"Master?" I stood at the top of the stairs to the basement, not really
wanting to go down them, knowing that he could choose now as the time
to start His game, and not wanting to get myself caught. When he
didn't answer, I became sure that he was stalking already, and decided
to take the wind out of the idea, and not go down, instead going back
to the loft, to put on an old work shirt to cook in-surely he didn't
expect me to cook nude- then back to the kitchen. I put the handcuffs,
still in my hand, under a cushion on the couch, with a half planned
idea about how to get them on him.

I heard nothing further from him until I had finished dinner, and was
putting it on the table, and turning around to get the salad. I found
him standing in the doorway, watching me. He's always sneaking up on
me, I need to pay more attention, or this will be over before it
begins. I thought, trying not to show he had startled me. "You don't
listen very well, do you?" He said, gesturing at the shirt. I tilted
me head slightly, trying to gauge his mood again. Deciding he wasn't
really angry, I shrugged, and opening the shirt; let it fall to the
floor. "Didn't think third degree burns were part of your plans, I
meant no harm, Master." With that, I walked past him into the kitchen,
and returning with the salad, pulled out a chair for Him. I then
proceeded to serve him dinner, and went and stood by the door, once I
had met his needs. He looked at me quizzically. "Aren't going to
eat?" He said, and I realized he was probably thinking I had put
something in the food. "You didn't give me permission, Master." I
said, actually managing to cause him to flush slightly. He motioned
abruptly for me to take a seat across from him. "Thank you, Master."
I said, lowering my eyes demurely, to hide my smile.

"May I ask a question?" He glared at me in such a way that I knew
continuing was okay. "You never said what the rules were to the....
game...at what point do I know it's over?" With a sarcastic laugh, he
replied, "When you have the dildo shoved up your ass would probably be
a good time to stop struggling, unless you want worse."

"And anything I do in the name, of.... getting away...won't be used
against me?" I said. He jerked his head up at that, eyeing me with a
look that said I was on dangerous ground. I quickly dropped my gaze,
so as no to be caught with my plan written on my face. I didn't fear
him hurting me, I knew he wouldn't, but I feared his reaction if he
realized what I was up to before the deed was done. "No broken bones,
or concussions.... and I think I might take offense to you trying to
cut my dick off...." He laughed.

"Oh, no Master, I never meant that, only that I don't want to anger you
by fighting back, even though you said too...." I said quickly,
ashamed that he thought I would take it that far. "No, little slut....
I won't take offense. It will make your submission all the more sweet,
once I have you beneath me, begging to be fucked." He said, laughing
once again at the flush that immediately covered my body. He abruptly
stood, having finished his meal, and went to the couch. I couldn't
believe my luck, as I quickly ate, and went to sit at his feet. He
smiled down at me, evidently approving of my subservience.

I sat there for a moment, my hand under the cushion, and resting lightly
on the cuffs, trying to summon the courage to act. I then realized I
simply didn't have the guts to go through with my plan, that I was
probably going to meekly submit to him, and hating myself for it.
Miserably, I said, "Master, may I go e-mail and let everyone know we
arrived safely?" He nodded, and I went to the desk beside the stairs,
where I had left my laptop, trying not to wonder what two dildos that I
had no control of would feel like. I decided that I was probably going
to be a gibbering wreck before morning, and decided that my best bet
was to go to him and submit now, in the hopes of not being dealt with
to harshly. I stood, and was turning back toward the couch, when he
grabbed me, hauling me off my feet and effectively taking away my
leverage. Promptly forgetting my plan of giving in, and adrenaline
running through me like lightening, I wrapped one leg between his, and
pulling upwards, tripped him, causing us to land in a pile on the
floor. I was on top, and quickly scrambled to my feet. The only light
was from the overhead track lighting, and I dove at the switch,
plunging the room into darkness.

"Smart, little slut." He said, still lying on the floor. His unconcern
at my flight infuriating me further, I silently moved to the couch, and
carefully pulled the cuffs from under the cushion. They made a slight
click, that to my ears could have been anything, but caused him to
roar, "Oh, you little, conniving bitch...are you ever going to pay for
that...".

Well gee, who would have thought that a cop would know what handcuffs
sounded like? Stupid, stupid, stupid!! I berated myself in my head,
all the while trying to figure out exactly where he was. I knew that I
now had no choice, if he caught me, I was in for it. My only hope of
being allowed to enjoy any of what was left of the weekend was to
mollify him with his capture. I was standing in the middle of the
room, trying to listen for his breathing, and definitely not expecting
the flying tackle, he hit me with. If I had previously thought he
wasn't taking me seriously, I quickly realized that he was at that
point. We landed in a pile of arms and legs on the couch, me pinned
beneath him. He took the cuffs out of my hand, and with his knee in
the middle of my back, knocked the air out of me, ending my struggles
long enough to secure my arms behind my back. "Unless you have the key
stuck up your twat, which I wouldn't put past you by the way" he
growled "I'd stop fighting. Now."

I went limp. He hauled me to my feet, and I had a crazy notion that he
was going to read me my rights, causing me to giggle. "Something
funny?" He said, biting the side of my neck, hard. "No Master, I was
just thinking this must seem familiar to you..." I was still giggling
a little, imaging the particular Miranda that would go along with this
situation, "you have the right to be gagged, and any struggling will
be held against you..." After a moment of consideration, he must have
understood my meaning, because he simply grunted and propelled me
towards the basement door.

My curiosity temporarily overwhelmed my fear, as I finally stood in the
middle of what I had only in my wildest fantasies imagined existing.
The room was about twenty feet square, with stations at about five feet
apart, and filled with every imaginable device, some of which I
recognized; there was a roman cross, and a medical table of some sort,
and a great variety of hooks strung through loops on the ceiling and
from there attached to a winch. It was to the winch he took me,
uncuffing my hands and then recuffing over my head, through one of the
hooks. He then turned a crank, which took me almost off my feet, to
the point of just barely standing on my tiptoes relieving the pressure
on my arms. He stood back, admiring his handiwork. "Rethinking
anything?" he said, going over to a table along the wall, and picking
up an evil looking whip. Oh, no! I thought, ineffectively struggling
against the chains. "Maybe all those little wiseass cracks aren't
seeming like such a good idea, huh?" He hissed, loping the whip
loosely, so that it just barely touched my leg, like a lovers caress.
He was walking around me, so that most of the time I had no idea where
he was, or what he was doing. I looked up at the ceiling, furiously
berating myself into not crying, and telling myself that I would not
scream.

"I'm sor-eyah!" I screamed anyway, with the first lash, my whole body
constricting as the whip wrapped around my upper thigh, ending on my
lower back. I blushed heatedly, as I realized that despite the pain or
because of it, my nipples were standing at attention. Dimly I wondered
if I was bleeding, and how many he was planning to give me. I stared
upwards, tears leaking out of my eyes, despite my promise to myself.
The whip caressed my leg again, this time wandering upwards, to rub
between my thighs. At that moment, I hated him, and myself for the
heat that crept through my crotch. "Look at me." He commanded, his
voice icy. Swallowing rapidly to keep from bawling like a baby, I met
his eyes. I could tell nothing of what he was thinking; his expression
was as impassive as a statue. "Master.... please..." I closed my
eyes, tears running down onto my breasts, humiliated that he had me
begging so easily. "Please what?' He asked, still running the whip
over my body, causing me to shiver as it touched my breasts, and
stomach. He slid the whip through a loop on his pants, so that both
hands were free, and then, taking me by the hips, pulled my body
against his. I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to know what would
come next, I felt his tongue, lightly lapping the wetness form my neck
and chest. He bit first one nipple, and then the other, causing me to
cry out in pain. "Hmmm.... just begging for the clamps aren't you," He
said. I shook my head desperately, as he chuckled, reaching to a
nearby table for the offending item. I was panting, sweat running from
my pores, and I watched helplessly as he clamped first one, then the
other nipple, tightening the clamp enough to hurt, but do no permanent
damage. He then connected the two with a thin chain, tugging
experimentally, satisfied only when I started to whimper. He then drew
me against him again, delighting in how I writhed against him, and
kissed me roughly. I could feel his cock, stiff and pressing for
release. Unable to help myself, I wiggled against him, rubbing my
enflamed pussy against the bulge. He held me to him, seemingly
considering, until at last he let go, muttering "slut", under his
breath.

"Please.... let me down.... I'm sorry.... I wasn't going to use the
handcuffs." I knew that was what he was the most angry about I had
jokingly asked what he would do if I pulled a switch, months before.
He had told me in no uncertain terms what would happen, and I should
have headed the warning. "If you weren't going to use them, why did
you have them?" This was punctuated with another lash, this one
lighter, but aimed across my breasts, so that my nipples strained
against the clamps, furthering the pain, and causing another gush to
run from between my thighs. He gave me three more, each a little
harder than the last, until I stopped trying to arch away from the
whips sting. I could feel my juices flowing down my leg, and wasn't
surprised when he said, "You like it, don't you? That's why your
constantly pushing.... you like being punished...horny little slut!"
The whip cracked this time, only the tip striking my bare ass. I
screamed, and unable to help myself, started to sob uncontrollably. I
hung limply, broken, my whole body shaking as the sobs ran through me.
".Y..yes, Master...." I whimpered, body tensing for the next strike.

He stood staring at me for what seemed an eternity, and then reached
out, fingering my sodden cunt. I writhed helplessly, moaning, unable
to get any relief from the torment between my thighs, gasping as he
slid a finger into me. I was shuddering uncontrollably, and begging
for relief for what seemed like an eternity, until he finally hit the
winch control, dumping me in a pile at his feet. I slowly moved my
shoulders in their sockets, arms still cuffed in front of me, but loose
from the hook that had held me captive. He stood over me, I unable to
make myself look up at him, still crying and shaking. I heard him
unzip his pants, and looked up, only to have my hair grabbed, and his
cock thrust down my throat. He fucked my face unmercifully, not
allowing me even a breath from around his considerable girth. I bucked
back, trying to breathe, and not being allowed to. He finally allowed
me to pull loose, only to grab my shoulders and, slam me to the
concrete floor. He was on me like an animal, pinning my arms above me,
and thrusting into my pussy like a madman. I cried out, despite my
wetness, not ready for him. My cries quickly turned to moans of
passion, as he fucked me, finally slowing down. Little bites and nips
rained down, my collarbone, neck and breasts receiving the brunt of his
lust. The nipple clamps made my nipples unbearably sensitive, and each
touch sent a lightening rod to my pussy. I jerked and thrashed into
what seemed like an hour-long orgasm, my whole body seeming to contract
with its power, screaming his name over and over. He came quickly
after that, pulling out and thrusting his cock, slick with my juices,
into my mouth. I eagerly swallowed, my body still shaking with my own
release. Only when I had licked his prick clean, did he let my head
drop to the floor. "Give me your hands, whore." He said, and I
complied quickly, not wanting to lose any points I had gained, and
hoping for a repeat of the last performance. He released my wrists,
rubbing each gently for a few minutes, to regain the circulation I had
lost. I stayed as still as possible, sniffling occasionally and
staring at the floor. "Follow me." He said, walking over to the
workbench once again. "Crawl!" He snapped, when I started to stand.
I dropped back down, and crawled across the cement to him, not daring
to look up.

"Good girl.... you look so good to me, like that...on your hands and
knees..." He said, and I could feel my body glowing with the strength
of my blush. He chuckled, reaching down and grabbing hold of the
collar, he hauled me to my feet. He roughly spun me, so that I was
facing away from him. "Bend over and grab your ankles." Whimpering, I
complied, crying out when I felt his finger enter my cunt. He finger
fucked me once again to the edge of orgasm, and when I expected him to
stop, instead replaced his fingers with a large dildo. I moaned and
bucked uncontrollably, with him keeping me at the edge, not allowing me
to topple over. He allowed me to gyrate for a few more minutes, always
holding the orgasm out of my reach by a single thrust, until I was
sweating and exhausted. When I at last gave up, realizing I wasn't
going to be allowed to cum, he pulled out the dildo, and without any
warning, slammed it into my asshole. "Hey, at least this time I got it
lubed first." He said sadistically. "Yes Master, thank you Master."
I gasped; figuring that my mouth was what had gotten me so deep in
trouble, and trying to keep it shut.

"Stand up." He ordered. I did, wincing at the pain in my back, and the
uncomfortable feeling of the dildo in my ass. He pulled lightly on the
chain between the nipple clamps, causing me to whimper and wriggle.
"If that dildo comes out, I'll be very, very, very angry." Each very
was punctuated with a slap aimed directly at my asshole, driving the
faux cock deeper in, and my body to jerk, which put more pressure on my
nipples, causing me to once again cry. The last slap nearly toppled
me, my legs having become weak during my last punishment, but he caught
me, holding me against him for a moment, evidently realizing I was
close to the edge of my tolerance, kissing my forehead tenderly and
holding me upright until I caught my balance. "Now my little
whoreslut...follow me. " He turned and went back upstairs, and rather
than risk more punishment, I went to my knees, and crawled after him.

My knees were burning when I reached the top of the stairs, but I
dutifully crawled to where he was sitting, once again on the couch. He
looked down at me with a mixture of tenderness and amusement that had
me biting back another sarcastic remark. I instead contented myself
with sitting at his feet, and said nothing, looking down at the floor.
"Still feeling like being a wiseass?" He inquired, reaching down and
removing the nipple clamps. Even as I sighed with relief at the clamps
removal, I couldn't stop the look I shot him, full of venom. He
chuckled at me again, still staring at my body, until I blushed
crimson. "Stand up." He said, and I obediently rose to my feet,
facing him, and trying to avoid eye contact, since I knew it would
cause me to purple further. "Look at me", he sighed, and I slowly
raised my gaze to his, immediately feeling my face flush. "See, that's
interesting.... I never would have figured you for the shy type..."
This was said while running a finger lightly along my leg, causing me
to bodily blush, and shiver at his touch.

"Now.... what to do with you..." His fingers traveled upward, until he
was lightly rubbing my clit, causing me to moan, and push against his
hand. "Go upstairs, face down on the bed, and wait. Not a sound, and
don't move. I'll be along shortly." He lightly slapped my butt, and
this time it never entered my mind to catch his hand. Unsure whether
to walk or crawl, I sank to my knees, looking up to see his reaction.
"You can walk, little slut...but since you're down there..." He
unzipped his pants, and I obediently took his cock in my mouth, this
time taking my time, and allowing myself to enjoy it. I slid my lips
slowly over his shaft; eyes closed in concentration, and sucked him,
feeling his cock lengthening dangerously in my throat. I could still
taste myself on him, which furthered my own heat. He made no attempt
to control my movements, allowing me complete freedom to use my mouth
as I wished, and I came up, licking and kissing, then sucking first one
ball and then the other into my mouth, before deep throating him. He
took hold of my head holding it still while he fucked upwards, until
with a groan, he came. I greedily sucked up his seed, licking and
kissing him clean.

I then rose and went upstairs, obediently going to the bed and lying
face down, crossing my arms under my chin. Tired and sleepy, I was
soon dozing. I'm not sure how long it was before I sensed him behind
me, and opening my eyes, started to sit up. I remembered where I was
just in time to stop, and lay where I was, not moving or talking,
waiting for him to act. "Give me your arms," He said, again lightly
slapping my ass. How does he know?! I grated in my head. From the
time I was old enough to be noticed by the opposite sex, having my ass
slapped had seemed like the ultimate degradation (obviously I now knew
better), and every time some poor unfortunate male had done it, I had
knocked the crap out of him. Having to allow it now was further proof
that I no longer belonged to me, that I was a toy for his amusement. I
put my arms behind my back, and turned my head to the side.

He attached a leather strap to the back of my collar, and then strapped
my wrists to it, so that my arms were held relatively comfortably
behind me, but limiting my movement to my legs. I was helpless to stop
anything he did. Picking me up by the shoulders, he flopped me over on
my back, so that I was lying on my arms. "Stay like that for a
minute", He commanded. Like I have much choice...now what? I thought.
I wrestled with my fears at what was now going to happen, and had
decided he was probably going to beat me again when I finally heard his
tread on the stairs. I involuntarily whimpered, causing him to flash a
smile at me, that said 'told you you'd break', a fact we had both
become aware of in the last little bit, me much to my disdain of self.

He sat on the end of the bed, and spread my legs with his hands, I
making no move to either help or hinder. Deciding I really didn't want
to know what was coming, I flopped my head back down on the bed,
staring at the ceiling. I felt his finger enter me, and along with the
dildo, quickly cause me to start dripping, as he gently finger fucked
me. He withdrew his hand, and I jumped when I felt the tip of
something else enter me. I moaned, pushing backwards with my legs,
trying to avoid the object, but it came anyway, stretching my pussy
wide with its girth, filling me to a point I've never felt before. I
gasped and moaned, my movements turning from trying to get away, to
arousal, as I fucked myself back and forth on the dildo. He let me get
close to coming, then simply shoved the dildo in and left it. I didn't
bother making a sound, knowing protest would only get me more of the
same.

He then sat me up, and I saw the chastity belt in his hands for the
first time. It was made mostly of chain, and didn't look like it was
designed for comfort. I was determined to make no comment, and stood
obediently, allowing him to strap me in it, and then padlock the front.
"You are not going to be a happy camper, by morning", He said, and
pushed me, so that I toppled over on the bed. Understanding where this
was going, I squirmed to a pillow, and trying to keep my voice level,
said "Goodnight Master." He laughed, swatting me once, hard on the
ass, causing me to whimper. "No talking."

I spent the most uncomfortable night of my life that night, even though
at some point, he had come in and released my arms, but I still had the
double penetration dildos to deal with, as well as the chains from the
belt digging into me. He came to the bed a while after that, lying
beside me and stroking my hair, probably thinking I was asleep. Unable
to help myself, I snuggled against him, finally falling into a deep
sleep in the safety of his arms. When I awoke, I was mildly shocked to
discover that the dildo's and the chastity belt were now also both
gone, my collar being the only article on my body. I was amazingly
well rested, but sore. I was also starving, and the smell coming from
the kitchen downstairs drew me like a magnet. I showered quickly,
before going down, and wrapped myself in a robe that was lying over a
chair in the bedroom.

I found him in the kitchen, frying eggs and bacon, humming to himself.
I stood in the doorway, unsure what to do, until he said, "Sleep well?"
A hint of his usual sarcastic smile on his face.

"Yes Master, thank you Master." I said; eyes lowered to the floor. He
came over to where I was standing, and tilting my head up, kissed me
gently. I responded to the kiss, forgetting where I was and wrapping
my arms around him. We stood in the doorway, kissing, until he broke
it, and motioned me to the kitchen table. I sat down, realizing that
certain parts of my body were really sore. He served me breakfast,
sitting across from me, and watching me intently while I ate. I kept
my eyes down, afraid to be the first to speak.

"Learn anything last night?" He asked, his face expressionless.
"Yes.... not to piss you off." I said, chewing on a piece of toast,
and trying best to swallow it against the lump in my throat. He shook
his head tiredly. "Do you know your place now?" The question was
posed with an air of threat, and I did not hesitate, having known it
was coming and already knowing what I would do.

I stood up, going over to where he sat across from me, and crawled
beneath the table.