I woke up to find myself in a dimly lit Harlan F. Stone room, with a light bulb swinging bare. A dank scent of sweat, come and blood assaulted my anterior naris, turning my breadbasket. My long, unkempt hair dripped lather into my eyes, burning them. As I try to assoil my face of the pilus, I realise that I am separately bound by my arms and legs, leaving me open. I am also completely exposed, and a cold drawing runs through a pickle in the upper recession of the room.

A crackle china emerges from a speaker arrangement behind me, coldly saying :"Room 249, detainee number 58. Prepare for first session."

And with that, an old atomic number 26 lock clunked opened and I heard the creak of a door, and several paced, methodical steps of heels on stone. Her hint warmed the back of my neck opening. Resting her mind on my articulatio humeri, I heard her almost stifling phonation replication 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 space ?"That was the initiative of many misapprehension I would make that night. She slapped me hard across the cheek, her long, sharp, polished nails digging in to my cheeks.

"You will watch, toy, not to interrupt 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 let guessed if you have anything between your capitulum, am your new owner. You will bring up to me as ‘ mistress ’. I will cite to you as whatever I please. Got it, bitch ?"

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

"This, my little pet, is a dungeon. It's your new home, you'd break get used to it. I have already said who I am, and you are here for my amusement. And for those audacious inquiry, you are to be punished."A leather lash cracked on my vertebral column, sending my altogether body into a muscle spasm inside the restraints. She went on to tell 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 fate."Now, now, tears simply won't do, I'm afraid. You'd sound cheer up, now. In fact, let's keep a grinning on that face."She put something in my mouth to hold open it open, a round, open piece of plastic.

Finally, she walked the other side of me, facing me heading 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 feel - this beautiful woman was standing in front man of me, but I knew what she was going to do with me. The thrill of fearfulness and the rush of arousal raced throughout my body, and before I knew it I was punishing. I braced for a punishment, but to my surprise, what I felt was her soft hands caressing my twitching cock. 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 ? dear. Now keep your mouth heart-to-heart and I won't put this rachis in."I did as I was told, not even closing to swallow my spit. As she jerked me, she pulled out a foresighted, purple, shaping twist. She explained it to me."This toy, if you have not seen if before, is called a Violet sceptre. Allow me to establish its purpose. I have a touch you might savor this, slut, but maybe not."

As she touched it to my skin, sparks flew out of the verge, sending me into yet another spasm, as she jerked harder. The pain, the fear, the arousal, all of it put me on edge. So when my moans became louder, she stopped jerking me, but kept the wand to my peel."So,"she asked,"Does my slight slut enjoy this ? being shocked and hurt as his mistress pleasures him ?"I was incertain, but I felt I had to be compliant, lest it get sorry. So, I groaned,

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

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

"Yes, mistress ! Please !"

"Let me take heed you beg for it, slut. Then I might cogitate about it."

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

"Good enough, I suppose. I expect safe next 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 sprout field glass. She places it against my cock, and I blow my burden directly into the glass. She pours it into my open mouth."Swallow."I do as I am told."This is your life, now, you dirty piddling slut. You're mine, and don't expect another reward like that soon. Any dubiousness ?"

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

"That's simple to anyone with half a brain, whore. Association. We must have you enjoying the pain in the neck. By the time we're done with you, you won't only be able-bodied 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 heavy metallic element object. My warmness raced at the opinion of what was to come, and I broke out in another cold sweat, fearing for what was to make out. She walked in, and soul who I could only presume was a guard carried in a stepladder. She reached the top, and sat on it, legs open, shoving her pussy into my face.

"well, don't be a fucking idiot. You know what to do."I didn't hesitate, and went straight to trying my hardest to please my mistress. I fumbled and acted clumsily, causing her to hit me every fourth dimension I did so. Eventually she straddled my face, 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 imagine, pet ? Oh delay, you don't think. That's not your rule. 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 with child butt plug and a small jar of Vaseline, rubbed it all over the hack, 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 kickoff clock 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, time of day on end, with something invading my ass and nobody to scream to. I passed out, but couldn't Tell for how long. The merely thing that awoke me was the set phrase :

"Room 249, detainee number 58. gear up for secondment session. ”