I woke up to find myself in a dimly lit Harlan Fisk Stone room, with a wakeful bulb swinging bare. A clammy olfactory property of sweat, semen and blood line assaulted my nostrils, turning my stomach. My long, unkempt hair dripped exertion into my eyes, burning them. As I try to sack up my face of the hair, I realise that I am separately bound by my weapons system and legs, leaving me open. I am also completely exposed, and a frigidness draught runs through a hole in the upper berth turning point of the room.

A crackle emerges from a speaker system behind me, coldly saying :"room 249, political detainee number 58. Prepare for number one session."

And with that, an old iron lock clunked exposed and I heard the creak of a room access, and several paced, methodical steps of bounder on Harlan Fisk Stone. Her breath warmed the book binding of my neck. Resting her head on my shoulders, I heard her almost sultry voice sound reflection across the room as she dictated :"well, well, well. Looks like I've got another toy to play with. I was getting ever so-"I interrupted.

"T-toy ? Who are you, what is this stead ?"That was the offset of many fault I would make that nighttime. She slapped me strong across the face, her long, penetrating, polished nails digging in to my cheeks.

"You will teach, toy, not to interrupt me. Now, as I was saying, I was getting rather tired of my old striver, he was getting out of SHAPE. So useless he was. I, as you may give birth guessed if you have anything between your ears, am your new owner. You will refer to me as ‘ mistress ’. I will relate to you as whatever I please. Got it, backbite ?"

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

"This, my small pet, is a keep. It's your new home, you'd easily get used to it. I have already said who I am, and you are here for my entertainment. And for those insolent questions, you are to be punished."A leather cilium cracked on my spinal column, sending my whole body into a cramp inside the restraints. She went on to tell me that I was now her squawk, and that I did as she pleased, or I would get punished as I just was. I nodded through bout, accepting my new destiny."Now, now, tears simply won't do, I'm afraid. You'd better cheer up, now. In fact, let's keep a smile on that face."She put something in my sassing to continue it open, a round, open piece of plastic.

Finally, she walked the other side of me, facing me straits on. She was stunningly beautiful, a tall, scantily dressed woman in her twenties. Her segmentation almost fell out of her garb. I was confused as to what to find - this beautiful woman was standing in strawman of me, but I knew what she was going to do with me. The hurry of fear 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 hand caressing my twitching putz. 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 ? in force. Now prevent your mouth open and I won't put this back in."I did as I was told, not even closing to swallow my saliva. As she jerked me, she pulled out a long, purplish, plastic gimmick. She explained it to me."This toy, if you have not seen if before, is called a Violet baton. Allow me to demonstrate its intent. I have a feeling you might love this, trollop, but maybe not."

As she touched it to my hide, sparks flew out of the baton, sending me into yet another cramp, as she jerked harder. The bother, the fear, the arousal, all of it put me on border. So when my groan became louder, she stopped jerking me, but kept the sceptre to my skin."So,"she asked,"doe my little fornicatress enjoy this ? organism shocked and hurt as his mistress pleasures him ?"I was unsure, but I felt I had to be compliant, 50 it get forged. So, I groaned,

"Yes, schoolmarm, I did enjoy it."She turned up the sceptre, making me hold my dentition in pain.

"What does my little toy require ? Does it want to cum ?"

"Yes, kept woman ! Please !"

"Let me listen you beg for it, slut. Then I might remember about it."

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

"Good enough, I suppose. I expect better following time."She turned up the wand 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 backtalk."Swallow."I do as I am told."This is your life, now, you dirty short fornicatress. You're mine, and don't expect another reward like that soon. Any questions ?"

"Just one, schoolma'am. Why did you use the sceptre as you did that to me ?"

"That's simple to anyone with half a brain, whore. Association. We must ingest you enjoying the pain. By the meter we're done with you, you won't only be capable to enjoy pain, you'll need it to get along. And that's just what we want."

And with that, she left. I could hear her returning with a enceinte metal object. My core raced at the thinking of what was to come, and I broke out in another cold perspiration, fearing for what was to come in. She walked in, and someone who I could only assume was a guard carried in a stepladder. She reached the top, and sat on it, legs candid, shoving her kitty-cat into my face.

"Well, don't be a lie with moron. You know what to do."I didn't hesitate, and went straight to trying my punishing to please my kept woman. I fumbled and acted clumsily, causing her to hit me every meter I did so. Eventually she straddled my look, wrapping around my neck and making me misplace my flow of air. She came, roaring, into my oral cavity, again saying :

"Swallow."And I did."So, what did you think, pet ? Oh postponement, you don't think. That's not your dominion. Let me tell you what you thought. You enjoyed every second of that, especially when I had my miniature out for you. Now, for telling me what you honestly thought, let's get you a present."She stepped behind me, retrieving a fairly great butt fire hydrant and a humble jar of Vaseline, rubbed it all over the sparking plug, making indisputable 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 off time 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, hours on end, with something invading my ass and nobody to scream to. I passed out, but couldn't William Tell for how foresighted. The just thing that awoke me was the phrasal idiom :

"Room 249, detainee number 58. Prepare for back session. ”