“Sally?” Mikes voice was dangerously sweet. “Are you forgetting to thank me for something?”
“Sir?” Sally was confused and played the events in her head then hung her head in shame. “Thank you Sir for fucking me in the ass.” She was so humiliated to be saying those words out loud, but the alternative….oh the painful alternative. It was just words after all right?
Mike slid onto the floor in front of her naked body and caressed her face. Speaking soothingly to her while undoing her cuffs that had not come off yet. “Oh what a good toy, my toy. Now come on, let’s use the bathroom and get you clean up shall we? Come on my sweet.” And he stood up, then pulled her up and held her very close to him as he led her into the bathroom.
Once here He took care of her daily needs, brushed her hair, teeth, hair. When he was done with her hair he told her “Position one facing the end of the shower.” She complied and he washed the rest of her body.
“You are mine, I will take good care of you, I will make sure you are clean, well cared for. You are my most valuable belonging.” The more he talked the more Sally got worried. She was pretty sure he was not just going to walk away and leave her to go to the cops and identify him.
When Mike finished with her, he washed himself then turned the water off and got out, Sally started to stir.
“Uh-uh-uh. No, bitch. You mustn’t move until I tell you to. Stay in your last position until you have a command from me.” Mike was back to his patient, nice teacher persona. Sally stilled herself not wanting to upset the delicate balance that seemed to be his emotional state. When Mike dried himself off he snapped his fingers, and pointed in front of him. “Bitch, come stand here”
Sally moved as quickly as her wet and by now cold body would allow her. Mike dried her off and once again led her to the bedroom.
“Position One.” Sally was shocked yet again, but she scrambled to obey. She waited for what was to come, but Mike turned around and dressed himself, then started looking through her wardrobe. He kept talking under his breath generally displeased with the choices before him. He found something and Sally heard cloth being cut and torn, finally she was allowed to know what was going on.
“Stand up here in front of me hands behind your back. Legs shoulder width apart.” Sally came and stood in front of him as he desired. For fun he slapped her pussy and startled her.
“Okay I think I want to dress you today, so here is a skirt you can wear, It is black, lets see the length on you, Mike held it up to her and it came to about mid thigh on her. “Nope, we need shorter.” And Mike retrieved the scissors and started making sure the skirt would be just below the cunt line, and a bit shorter in the back. “Now put it on.”
The edges were ragged and not straight and she looked like a hobo in rags, but, it was well he gave her clothes. Sally thought that was defiantly an improvement. The shirt was next. Mike had picked a simple T-shirt and had her put it on. Then he cut at the neck line and pulled first one breast out and cut so that it was hanging out and depending on the fabric to hold it up at the same time. He did the same to the other one. “Go look in the mirror and tell me what you look like.”
“I look like a whore Sir.” Sally spoke quietly, hoping that was what he wanted to hear. Mike moved in front of her and grabbed her left boob looking her deep in the eye.
“ Yes, yes you do, My whore. Look at me, when I speak to you, YOU are MY FUCKTOY.” Repeat this five times: “I am sir’s fucktoy”
“Yes Sir, I am Sir’s fucktoy.”
Mike Slapped the right breast while manipulating the left one viscously. “LOUDER FUCKTOY! LOUDER”
“YES SIR! Ahhhh I AM SIR’s FUCKTOY” Mike kept moving between slapping and manipulating her boobs.
“Again!” as he slapped both breasts
“I AM SIR’S FUCKTOY!” OWWW! As Mike grabbed both breasts and squeezed
“Focus on your task toy, say it again.” Mike almost growled. He loved having these breasts in his hands, knowing he and he alone was the cause of their agony and their release from agony. It was intoxicating.
“I AM SIR’S FUCKTOY!” Sally started to cry
“Come on, bitch one more time,” Mike slapped both boob in unison for some added encouragement.
“I AM SIR’S FUCKTOY” and Sally started to fall to the ground and cry. Before she got to the floor, Mike caught her and pulled her to his chest and let her tears get his shirt wet.
“Shhhh, you did so good, my lovely. So good. Come let’s sit on the bed.” Mike half carried her to the bed, and pulled her down onto his lap and started wiping her eyes. “What’s wrong? Shhhh, Can you stop crying and tell me what’s wrong?”
Sally was an emotional wreck, the thoughts from the previous night just all came out in a jumble. “I-I-I don’t know why you are doing this I don’t want to be your toy, you are just going to kill me, so I don’t go to the police. You cannot keep me here forever I have to go to work tomorrow or people will wonder where I am, I have seen your face so you have to kill me.” Sally put her face in her hands and cried again. “I don’t want to die, not like this.” What she said did not seem to be in any particular order, and it was not even what she really wanted to say, but it was some of it. It was too hard to keep her thoughts straight when he kept changing things up on her.
Mike took her hands from her face while talking to her. “Oh my sweet bitch, I am not going to kill you. I’m not. You really put a lot of thought into that didn’t you? No, no. You are far too valuable to kill, and much to pretty. I am doing all this so you know how to please me. That way you don’t get into trouble so much. It is just the beginning that is so hard, and I know it is because you have not had time to get to know my wants and desires, but you will learn. You are right you do have to go to work tomorrow and so do I, but we will talk about that later, let’s eat, okay?”
Sally realized she was starving, and was a little reassured that he was not going to kill her, but the rest of it sounded very ominous. Mike grabbed Sally’s hand and led her to the kitchen.
“Just stand out of my way and look pretty okay?”
“Yes, Sir”
“Good Girl, now do you want eggs and toast, french toast, pancakes or even oatmeal? I will make whatever you want.”
“French toast, please, Sir.”
Sally thought about running for the door but every time it seemed she really considered it, he would look at her, study her, question her with just his eyes, and she would drop her head every time, defeated. She watched as he cooked, and in a short time there was a plate of french toast he had the syrup and butter waiting on counter.
“Come.” Sally came and he handed her the plate of food. “Do not drop it, put it at my place and come back for the butter and the syrup.” Sally walked to the table leaving Mike in the kitchen. Could she make it if she ran? She was trembling as she put the plate on the table. “Come, bitch!” the tone was a bit sharper as if he could read her thoughts. She came back at a trot, nervous that he could see through her.
“You cannot escape. If you try you will be punished, understand? Mike held her chin in his hand and looked her in the eye while making her look him in the eye. “Do you understand, bitch?”
“Yes, Sir. I do, I do.” How did he do that she wondered. How could he possibly know what she was thinking?
“Good. Grab the butter and syrup; I will get the silverware, and other things.” Mike grabbed what he needed and came up behind her as she reached the table and placed the butter and syrup near the plate. “Go grab your chair and bring it here next to me on my right side.” When she returned with her chair he continued to instruct her. “Sit, arms at your side.” Sally did so wondering what exactly was going on. Mike pulled out some twine he had found in the kitchen and proceeded to tie her hands behind the chair, first the left was attached to the left leg then the right to the right leg. Sally was confused, but did not want to anger him. Mike pushed her chair in watching her boobs bob up and down hanging out of the shirt as he moved her, and happy they belonged to him now. He sat beside her, buttered the toast and put syrup to the side to dip the toast in and cut a small bite.
“Open up, bitch. I am going to feed you breakfast. I want you to learn that you are mine and I can do what I want with you. Open.” And Sally opened her mouth, confused and no knowing what to think. She pulled on her restraints, and Mike noticed. He looked at her, shook his head and leaned over. What happened next causedSally to wiggle and struggle to no avail. Mike took her left nipple in his mouth and bit down. Gently then gradually more and more pressure till Sally was begging him. “Please, Sir I will sit still, please stop, it hurts.
Mike stopped sat up a little and looked at Sally in the eye. “Prove to me you are going to be better. Sit as still as you can and be as quiet as you can while I make sure your nipples match.” And Mike bent over and placed the right nipple in his mouth repeating the gradual application of pressure. Sally, for her part, tried at first to be much quieter and sit still, but Mike expertly applied pressure till she caved and cried out.
Mike sat up and gave each breast one firm slap on the top. “That is for interrupting our meal time, now let’s eat in quiet. Sally remained compliant throughout the meal. Mike fed himself as well as her. He gave her water through a straw, taking care that she had small bites so she would not choke. When breakfast was finished he picked up the dishes and did them leaving Sally sitting alone and still tied up at the dining table.
Mike came in front of the chair where Sally sat and squatted in front of her. “Today I expect obedience, as I always will. I will hurt you to punish you, and for my pleasure, you will thank me for any attentions you receive or are allowed to give me, Do you understand?”
“Yes” Sally whispered.
“Yes?” Mike paused obviously expecting something.
“Yes, Sir! I understand.”
“Ahh such a good girl.” Mike untied her wrists from the chair, and putting her hands in his pulled her up quickly, so quickly that Sally almost lost her balance.
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