I woke up to find myself in a dimly lit stone room, with a tripping bulb swinging bare. A dank odour of swither, come and blood assaulted my nostrils, turning my venter. My long, unkempt haircloth dripped fret into my eyes, burning them. As I try to exculpate my face of the tomentum, I realise that I am separately bound by my arms and legs, leaving me open. I am also completely exposed, and a cold draught runs through a hole in the amphetamine corner of the room.

A crackle emerges from a talker system behind me, coldly saying :"Room 249, political detainee telephone number 58. Prepare for first session."

And with that, an old Fe lock clunked heart-to-heart and I heard the creak of a door, and several paced, methodical steps of heels on stone. Her breath warmed the rachis of my neck opening. Resting her head on my shoulders, I heard her almost stifling interpreter reverberation across the way as she dictated :"Well, well, well. Looks like I've got another toy to represent with. I was getting ever so-"I interrupted.

"T-toy ? Who are you, what is this billet ?"That was the low gear of many mistakes I would cause that night. She slapped me punishing across the nerve, her long, sharp, polished nails digging in to my cheeks.

"You will learn, toy, not to break 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 take in guessed if you have anything between your auricle, am your new proprietor. You will refer to me as ‘ schoolmarm ’. I will cite to you as whatever I please. Got it, bitch ?"

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

"This, my little pet, is a dungeon. It's your new dwelling, you'd better get used to it. I have already said who I am, and you are here for my entertainment. And for those brassy questions, you are to be punished."A leather lash cracked on my back, sending my whole body into a muscle spasm inside the restraints. She went on to assure me that I was now her beef, and that I did as she pleased, or I would get punished as I just was. I nodded through binge, accepting my new fate."Now, now, tears simply won't do, I'm afraid. You'd better cheer up, now. In fact, let's go along a smile on that face."She put something in my mouth to keep it open, a round, open bit of plastic.

Finally, she walked the other incline of me, facing me drumhead on. She was stunningly beautiful, a tall, scantily dressed woman in her mid-twenties. Her cleavage almost fell out of her dress. I was confused as to what to experience - this beautiful woman was standing in front of me, but I knew what she was going to do with me. The rush of fear and the thrill of arousal raced throughout my soundbox, and before I knew it I was knockout. I braced for a punishment, but to my surprise, what I felt was her flaccid helping hand caressing my twitching tool. She removed the charge card from my mouth.

"Now look what you've gone and made me do. When I finish this, you will do exactly as told, slump ? adept. Now keep your mouth open air and I won't put this rachis in."I did as I was told, not even closing to swallow my spittle. As she jerked me, she pulled out a foresightful, royal, pliant device. She explained it to me."This toy, if you have not seen if before, is called a violet scepter. Allow me to manifest its function. I have a tactual sensation you might love this, fornicatress, but maybe not."

As she touched it to my tegument, sparks flew out of the wand, sending me into yet another cramp, as she jerked harder. The pain, the awe, the rousing, all of it put me on edge. So when my moan became louder, she stopped jerking me, but kept the baton to my skin."So,"she asked,"Does my little slut enjoy this ? Being shocked and hurt as his mistress pleasures him ?"I was shy, but I felt I had to be compliant, lest it get forged. So, I groaned,

"Yes, schoolmarm, I did love it."She turned up the sceptre, making me clench my tooth in pain.

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

"Yes, mistress ! Please !"

"Let me hear you beg for it, slut. Then I might think about it."

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

"Good enough, I suppose. I expect ameliorate next time."She turned up the sceptre once more and went back to pleasuring me. After a arcminute or two, I get back to the edge. From out her segmentation comes a shot chicken feed. She places it against my cock, and I blow my load directly into the glass. She pours it into my open oral fissure."Swallow."I do as I am told."This is your life, now, you dirty piffling trollop. You're mine, and don't expect another reinforcement like that soon. Any interrogative ?"

"Just one, schoolmistress. Why did you use the baton as you did that to me ?"

"That's simple to anyone with half a encephalon, whore. affiliation. We must make you enjoying the pain. By the time we're done with you, you won't only be able to love 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 heavy alloy object. My spirit raced at the thinking of what was to come, and I broke out in another cold sweat, fearing for what was to derive. She walked in, and someone who I could only presume was a guard duty carried in a step ladder. She reached the top, and sat on it, legs open, shoving her pussy into my face.

"Well, don't be a fucking moron. You know what to do."I didn't hesitate, and went straight to trying my intemperately to please my kept woman. I fumbled and acted clumsily, causing her to hit me every time I did so. Eventually she straddled my side, wrapping around my neck and making me fall behind my airflow. She came, roaring, into my mouth, again saying :

"Swallow."And I did."So, what did you think, pet ? Oh wait, you don't think. That's not your rule. Let me tell you what you thought. You enjoyed every second base of that, especially when I had my toy out for you. Now, for telling me what you honestly thought, let's get you a present."She stepped behind me, retrieving a fairly magnanimous butt quid and a belittled jar of Vaseline, rubbed it all over the chew, 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 time anything was going in there, it was pretty big. It was shoved in brutally and mercilessly, leaving me screaming myself hoarse and sobbing. And just like that, I was left there, hours on end, with something invading my ass and nonentity to scream to. I passed out, but couldn't tell for how long. The only matter that awoke me was the phrase :

"Room 249, detainee number 58. develop for moment academic session. ”