Provocatively, her lily white behind performs an exotic “come fuck-me” dance in the soft lighting of the room, butt cheeks clench and unclench, hips sway and gyrate. She straightens her legs and pushes her cunt out to show off the juices that are threatening to escape from her swollen lips. Her sphincter twitches and firmly clutches the plug, desperate to hold it inside her to please him.
She needs her Master to take her, fuck her, do something, anything. Unfortunately, she was forewarned about what will happen and right now, this minute, she is terrified.
This is what he does best; keep her off guard, never allow her to get too comfortable. And providing constant reminders that he owns her, that he can do anything he wants, anytime he wants. He can make her willingly do unspeakable things … simply because he wants it.
The pain was startling, awesome, exciting, and then the burn set in. He rears his arm back and again, the split leather slapper cuts through the air and lands across her backside. Her flesh disperses like violent waves in all directions from the repercussions. Her eyes tightly close as she tries to ride the tempest blazing between her thighs.
Passion is near bursting from the gates of her soul, needing to be set free. Her body bucks and jounces even as his strikes against her flesh become more brutal. She doesn’t notice.
Logically, she should be sobbing and begging for him to stop, but she is so sexually charged that each strike of the slapper sends her closer to an orgasmic experience where she will cross into a different universe. A release so devastatingly powerful that her body will convulse and spasm like a Grandma seizure.
The audio reconditioning tracks have influenced how she feels about so many things, much she has yet to understand and comprehend.
She knows that she wants to feel pain preferably just shy of severe. Not damaging or horrific pain. She doesn’t want pain, but he enjoys her pain as he challenges her limits. She does crave his threats of pain. More than that, she will soon become addicted to the anticipation of pain; where she cannot wait for him to whip her, perhaps being naughty just to get him angry. She will take comfort knowing that pain is coming at any time and often, and that she is absolutely helpless to stop it.
In much the same way she feels about pain is the anticipation of humiliation at his hands, promises of painful sexual abuse and debasement that he so enjoys. The prospect of repeated defilement of her ass, fucking his friends and even animals, sweeping the floor with a broom stick up her ass, all just to humiliate her, degrade her, forcing her to sink to new lows on the perversion scale.
She dreads how he plans to debase her. She fears the searing pain when he inserts his cock after battering her anal ring with his belt. She will hate the painful gaping hole left after prolonged stretching with his large hands and massive toys.
But right now, she doesn’t care about the cost of her submission. All she cares about is this spectacular orgasm quickly approaching.
Hot vaporous waves rush through her with each lash, leaving a dark imprint and building her ecstasy. She is delirious as her pain-fueled fire completely consumes her. Her teeth chatter as every nerve in her body is ignited by the pain that is an aphrodisiac to her.
Disbelief.
Stunned.
She is going to cum.
She cannot help herself. Pain, intense pain, nothing seems to stop her progression. He quickly wraps his hands around her neck and pulls her body upright and erect. He shakes her head trying to stop her, ripping her orgasm from her even as she cries out for more, begs for more, screams for more. Her speech is nearly incoherent as her flight of ecstasy is thwarted.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she returns to the here and now. And with her return to reality, her body returns to a state of desperate lust and unfulfilled arousal.
Wretched wails burst forth from deep inside her; so monstrous is her frustration at being denied; having her orgasm literally ripped from her loins.
“You bastard. What the fuck is wrong with you? Why can’t I cum? What did I do to displease you? What do you want me to do?”
Silence hangs heavily for the few seconds it takes her to realize her mistake. A shudder courses through her body, quaking even as she stands rigid and defiant. Her brain struggles to figure out how she can fix this. Ultimately, her mind knows that she screwed up, broke one of his rules, actually several.
The first signs of her building dread begin, her skin becomes prickly and icy cold shocks rocket up and down her spine.
Consequences. Everything has consequences, and in all likelihood, the consequences for this misstep will not be pleasant. The anticipation, the fear, the waiting, and the silence, all of it is driving her mad.
Her entire sex quivers with unspent energy; her juices boiling and bubbling between her thighs, and once again her anger gets the best of her.
“What the hell is wrong with you? You bastard, let me cum. Now. I N E E D to cum NOW. Why are you doing this?”
He can see and smell her fear. Glaring straight into her eyes, he is doing nothing to alleviate her panic. His eyes are intense; an ice cold blue and burn a hole right through her.
She kneels before him and with her mouth, seeks out his cock. The warmth and moistness of her tongue is startling. Beginning at the base, she lavishes her saliva leaving a glistening trail of wetness. As she reaches the tip, she hungrily sucks the droplets of pre-cum. Descending slowly down his hardening stem, she blows warm breath like a hair dryer until she reaches his groin again, slathering his cock, blowing it dry, and then sucking his juices from the tip.
And again. Up and down the full impressive length and girth, she covers his cock until it throbs with anticipation, his balls heavily laden with molten liquid gurgling and churning for release. Long, full, rhythmic strokes, she uses her tongue as a replica thumb to tease the pulsing shaft.
“She is an impressive cock sucker.” He smiles as he watches his cock disappear into her mouth and slip down her throat.
Lost in a maelstrom of her lust, her desire, she thrusts her tongue out like a tiny wet worm and traces the heavy veins decorating his sperm sacs paying homage to the offering they contained. Ever so gently, she sucks each into her mouth, circling them with her tongue and blowing on them until he shudders and moans with pleasure.
She focuses on coaxing the fountain of cum to the surface, tracing its path from his scrotum to the slit in the tip of his cock. She craves this new kind of communion, a liquid feast of his thick white cum for her consumption.
Her lovely mouth looks like the entrance to heaven, his heaven on earth. Her hair is plastered to her forehead with sweat; matted strands hang about her shoulders. Her eyes cloud with lust and her nostrils flare as she swallows him into her mouth. Her neck muscles visibly expand and contract with the exertion of sucking and she struggles to breathe around his cock plugging her windpipe.
She has incredible breath control, truly astounding as she clenches his cock pulling it deeper into her throat. She tries desperately to impress him with her skills attempting to enchant and enthrall him and hopefully, forgive her misstep.
His large hands clasp tightly around her head and he pumps his cock farther into her mouth. She loves the taste of cum, of man juice, his juice, and feels his stem tighten as his explosion nears. He jerks her head backwards pulling his cock from her mouth as bursts of cum spray white ribbons in her hair, on her face, and across her lush breasts.
Crushing and rolling her luscious nipples between his pinched finger tips, he leads her into the bedroom. She must be punished. No doubt in his mind that she must be punished. But he is unsure of what to do. His first instinct is to whip her black and blue. It has taken great restraint not to correct her immediately and violently. However, her blow job was spectacular and did earn her few “graces” but not enough to offset the need to punish her.
Consequences. Using profanities, shouting at him, and speaking without permission, all are egregious mistakes and a pound of flesh must be exacted. She must learn consequences.
Fortunately for him (and unfortunately for her), he has many options available when it comes to punishment; he could have his dog fuck her ass raw, invite his friends over to fuck her holes until she cannot walk, give her painful punishing enemas using his special concoctions, hog tie her and torture her with his many devious devices, any number of disciplinary actions can be meted out. But none seem suited to adequately punish AND completely break her.
She has that defiant streak and it must be quashed before he can fully own her. Pushing her face down onto the bed, he spreads her wrists and binds them to the headboard. Finding a large inflatable butt plug in her arsenal of BDSM toys, he screws it dry into her rectum and then bands her legs together with a strap.
Psychological warfare; it works for the Marines, he has applied it successfully when training other slaves for clients, and it will work on her. But he must exercise restraint, gain control over his anger at her for breaking his basic rules.
Whispering menacingly in her ear, he counsels her on what is to come. “You will spend the next three weeks being trained as my slave. You, like all sluts training to be an owned sex slave, will most likely respond to the training in three phases.
As you have learned since my arrival, I will force you to comply with what I command. I know that in spite of what you asked for in your emails, you are not as ready for a sadistic Master as you first imagined. I warned you beforehand that I do not play games, and now you have validation that I am going to own you, control you, and use you for my perversions.”
He inflates the plug several times. She moans at how good it feels to have something inside her body. Although his words frighten her, she is happy that he is touching her. His voice is deep, throaty, and memorizing as he continues.
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