I woke up to find out myself in a dimly lit Edward Durell Stone room, with a lightsome bulb swinging bare. A clammy olfactory property of fret, semen and rakehell assaulted my nostril, turning my stomach. My long, unkempt haircloth dripped sweat into my eyes, burning them. As I try to clear 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 swig runs through a fix in the upper turning point of the room.

A crepitation emerges from a speaker unit system behind me, coldly saying :"way 249, detainee numeral 58. make for initiatory session."

And with that, an old Fe ignition lock clunked loose and I heard the creak of a door, and several paced, methodical steps of blackguard on stone. Her breathing spell warmed the back of my cervix. Resting her head on my shoulder joint, I heard her almost sensual voice echo 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 place ?"That was the initiatory of many misunderstanding I would get that dark. She slapped me hard across the cheek, her long, needlelike, polished nails digging in to my cheeks.

"You will learn, 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 have guessed if you have anything between your pinna, am your new owner. You will refer to me as ‘ mistress ’. I will refer 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 minuscule pet, is a dungeon. It's your new home, you'd better get used to it. I have already said who I am, and you are here for my entertainment. And for those brazen-faced interrogative, you are to be punished."A leather lash cracked on my spine, sending my whole eubstance into a spasm inside the simplicity. She went on to tell me that I was now her kick, 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, weeping simply won't do, I'm afraid. You'd better cheer up, now. In fact, let's sustain a grinning on that face."She put something in my mouth to celebrate it open air, a round, candid piece of plastic.

Finally, she walked the former side of meat of me, facing me head on. She was stunningly beautiful, a tall, scantily dressed charwoman in her mid-twenties. Her segmentation almost fell out of her garb. I was confused as to what to sense - this beautiful woman was standing in front end of me, but I knew what she was going to do with me. The rush of fear and the boot of arousal raced throughout my body, and before I knew it I was hard. I braced for a punishment, but to my surprise, what I felt was her soft deal caressing my twitching cock. 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, correct ? Good. Now preserve your mouth open and I won't put this rachis in."I did as I was told, not even closing to accept my saliva. As she jerked me, she pulled out a long, purple, pliant device. She explained it to me."This toy, if you have not seen if before, is called a violet wand. Allow me to demonstrate its intention. I have a touch you might enjoy this, slut, but maybe not."

As she touched it to my skin, sparks flew out of the scepter, sending me into yet another spasm, as she jerked harder. The pain sensation, 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 niggling strumpet enjoy this ? Being shocked and hurt as his mistress pleasures him ?"I was unsure, but I felt I had to be compliant, l it get worse. So, I groaned,

"Yes, kept woman, I did enjoy it."She turned up the wand, making me clench my teeth in pain.

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

"Yes, mistress ! Please !"

"Let me try you beg for it, slut. Then I might recollect about it."

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

"goodness enough, I suppose. I expect sound next time."She turned up the scepter once more and went back to pleasuring me. After a bit or two, I get back to the boundary. From out her cleavage comes a shot glass. She places it against my pecker, 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 life, now, you dirty little slut. You're mine, and don't expect another reward like that soon. Any questions ?"

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

"That's simple to anyone with half a head, whore. connection. We must accept you enjoying the pain. 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 listen her returning with a heavy alloy object. My heart raced at the thought of what was to come, and I broke out in another coldness sweat, fearing for what was to occur. She walked in, and mortal who I could only assume was a guard duty carried in a step ladder. She reached the top, and sat on it, legs assailable, 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 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 lose 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 differentiate you what you thought. You enjoyed every second 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 gravid butt plug and a pocket-size jar of Vaseline, rubbed it all over the cud, making for certain 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 affair, 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 nobody to scream to. I passed out, but couldn't tell for how yearn. The lonesome matter that awoke me was the set phrase :

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