I woke up to discover myself in a dimly lit Oliver Stone room, with a get down electric-light bulb swinging bare. A dank odour of sweat, cum and blood assaulted my nostril, turning my belly. My long, unkempt hair dripped travail into my oculus, burning them. As I try to elucidate my boldness of the whisker, I realise that I am separately bound by my arms and stage, leaving me undefendable. I am also completely exposed, and a cold gulp runs through a hole in the speed quoin of the room.

A crackle emerges from a speaker system behind me, coldly saying :"way 249, detainee number 58. Prepare for 1st session."

And with that, an old iron whorl clunked heart-to-heart and I heard the creaking of a door, and various paced, methodical steps of dog on stone. Her breathing time warmed the spinal column of my neck. Resting her chief on my shoulder, I heard her almost sultry voice echo across the elbow room as she dictated :"Well, well, well. Looks like I've got another toy to fiddle with. I was getting ever so-"I interrupted.

"T-toy ? Who are you, what is this place ?"That was the maiden of many mistakes I would make that Night. She slapped me hard across the face, her long, acuate, polished nails digging in to my cheeks.

"You will hear, toy, not to break up me. Now, as I was saying, I was getting rather tired of my old slave, he was getting out of shape. So useless he was. I, as you may have guessed if you have anything between your ears, am your new owner. You will come to to me as ‘ mistress ’. I will bear on to you as whatever I please. Got it, backbite ?"

"What is this place ? Who are you ? Why am I here ?"She sighed, replying,

"This, my fiddling pet, is a dungeon. It's your new home, you'd amend get used to it. I have already said who I am, and you are here for my amusement. And for those insolent enquiry, you are to be punished."A leather thong cracked on my back, sending my totally body into a spasm inside the restraint. She went on to evidence me that I was now her bitch, and that I did as she pleased, or I would get punished as I just was. I nodded through tears, accepting my new destiny."Now, now, teardrop simply won't do, I'm afraid. You'd estimable cheer up, now. In fact, let's keep a grin on that face."She put something in my oral cavity to restrain it open, a round, opened piece of plastic.

Finally, she walked the early side of me, facing me head on. She was stunningly beautiful, a tall, scantily dressed charwoman in her twenties. Her cleavage almost fell out of her dress. I was confused as to what to feel - this beautiful woman was standing in nominal head of me, but I knew what she was going to do with me. The rush of fright and the thrill of arousal raced throughout my torso, and before I knew it I was hard. I braced for a punishment, but to my surprise, what I felt was her soft helping hand caressing my twitching prick. She removed the plastic from my mouth.

"Now look what you've gone and made me do. When I finish this, you will do exactly as told, correct ? Good. Now keep your mouth open and I won't put this rear in."I did as I was told, not even closing to swallow my saliva. As she jerked me, she pulled out a long, purple, plastic device. She explained it to me."This toy, if you have not seen if before, is called a violet Wand. Allow me to shew its purpose. I have a feeling you might enjoy this, loose woman, but maybe not."

As she touched it to my skin, sparks flew out of the wand, sending me into yet another spasm, as she jerked harder. The botheration, the fear, the rousing, all of it put me on edge. So when my moans became louder, she stopped jerking me, but kept the wand to my skin."So,"she asked,"Department of Energy my footling slut enjoy this ? Being shocked and hurt as his schoolma'am pleasures him ?"I was unsure, but I felt I had to be compliant, 50 it get worse. So, I groaned,

"Yes, mistress, I did savour it."She turned up the wand, making me clutches my teeth in pain.

"What does my footling toy want ? Does it want to cum ?"

"Yes, mistress ! Please !"

"Let me discover you beg for it, slut. Then I might imagine about it."

"Please, mistress ! Let me cum ! I'm begging you, please !"

"trade good enough, I suppose. I expect punter next time."She turned up the scepter once more and went back to pleasuring me. After a minute or two, I get back to the edge. From out her cleavage comes a shot glass. She places it against my cock, and I blow my load directly into the glass. She pours it into my open mouth."Swallow."I do as I am told."This is your spirit, now, you dirty little hussy. You're mine, and don't expect another wages like that soon. Any questions ?"

"Just one, mistress. Why did you use the scepter as you did that to me ?"

"That's simple to anyone with half a wit, whore. connection. We must cause you enjoying the pain. By the time we're done with you, you won't only be able to bask pain, you'll need it to get along. And that's just what we want."

And with that, she left. I could take heed her returning with a operose metal object. My heart raced at the opinion of what was to total, and I broke out in another cold sudor, fearing for what was to come. She walked in, and individual who I could only take up was a guard carried in a stepladder. She reached the top, and sat on it, legs open air, shoving her kitty into my face.

"Well, don't be a nooky moron. You know what to do."I didn't hesitate, and went straight to trying my hard to delight my mistress. I fumbled and acted clumsily, causing her to hit me every time I did so. Eventually she straddled my face, wrapping around my neck opening and making me drop off my air flow. She came, roaring, into my lip, again saying :

"Swallow."And I did."So, what did you cerebrate, pet ? Oh wait, you don't think. That's not your territory. Let me order you what you thought. You enjoyed every second of that, especially when I had my toys out for you. Now, for telling me what you honestly thought, let's get you a present."She stepped behind me, retrieving a fairly orotund laughingstock ballyhoo and a belittled jar of Vaseline, rubbed it all over the plug, making sure not to add it too liberally."You know where this is going, slut ?"I knew all too well. My ass was going to get filled with that thing, and for the first fourth dimension anything was going in there, it was pretty big. It was shoved in brutally and mercilessly, leaving me screaming myself husky and sobbing. And just like that, I was left there, hr on end, with something invading my ass and nobody to shout to. I passed out, but couldn't William Tell for how hanker. The only matter that awoke me was the phrasal idiom :

"elbow room 249, detainee figure 58. make for second sitting. ”