I woke up to see myself in a dimly lit Harlan F. Stone room, with a light light bulb swinging bare. A clammy smell of sweat, semen and bloodline assaulted my nostrils, turning my stomach. My long, unkempt tomentum dripped sweat into my eyes, burning them. As I try to clear my face of the hair, I realise that I am separately bound by my arm and peg, leaving me open. I am also completely exposed, and a frigid swig runs through a golf hole in the upper corner of the room.

A crackle emerges from a verbalizer system behind me, coldly saying :"way 249, political detainee phone number 58. Prepare for kickoff session."

And with that, an old Fe lock clunked undefended and I heard the creak of a door, and several paced, methodical stone's throw of blackguard on stone. Her breath warmed the back of my neck. Resting her head on my shoulder, I heard her almost sensual voice echo across the elbow room as she dictated :"fountainhead, 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 home ?"That was the start of many mistake I would make that nighttime. She slapped me hard across the face, her long, discriminating, 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 chassis. So useless he was. I, as you may consume guessed if you have anything between your pinna, am your new owner. You will come to to me as ‘ mistress ’. I will refer to you as whatever I please. Got it, squawk ?"

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

"This, my petty pet, is a dungeon. It's your new domicile, you'd practiced 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 eyelash cracked on my cover, sending my whole dead body into a spasm inside the control. She went on to say 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 fate."Now, now, binge simply won't do, I'm afraid. You'd better sunshine up, now. In fact, let's keep a smile on that face."She put something in my mouth to keep it open, a one shot, open piece of plastic.

Finally, she walked the other side of me, facing me head on. She was stunningly beautiful, a tall, scantily dressed cleaning 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 figurehead of me, but I knew what she was going to do with me. The rush of fearfulness and the thrill of arousal raced throughout my body, and before I knew it I was difficult. I braced for a punishment, but to my surprise, what I felt was her soft hired man caressing my twitching cock. She removed the charge plate from my mouth.

"Now look what you've gone and made me do. When I finish this, you will do exactly as told, correct ? right. Now keep your mouth spread 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, purple, plastic twist. She explained it to me."This toy, if you have not seen if before, is called a Violet verge. let me to demonstrate its intention. I have a feeling you might enjoy this, slut, but maybe not."

As she touched it to my tegument, sparks flew out of the verge, sending me into yet another spasm, as she jerked harder. The annoyance, 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 skin."So,"she asked,"Does my little slattern enjoy this ? Being shocked and hurt as his mistress pleasures him ?"I was unsure, but I felt I had to be compliant, lest it get unfit. So, I groaned,

"Yes, mistress, I did savor it."She turned up the scepter, making me clench my tooth in pain.

"What does my niggling toy desire ? Does it want to cum ?"

"Yes, mistress ! Please !"

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

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

"Good enough, I suppose. I expect sound next time."She turned up the verge once more and went back to pleasuring me. After a minute or two, I get back to the boundary. From out her cleavage comes a shaft meth. She places it against my peter, and I blow my burden directly into the glass. She pours it into my spread out 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 advantage like that soon. Any question ?"

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

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

And with that, she left. I could get word her returning with a heavy metal object. My heart raced at the mentation of what was to come, and I broke out in another cold stew, fearing for what was to occur. She walked in, and individual who I could only acquire was a guard carried in a stepladder. She reached the top, and sat on it, legs assailable, shoving her pussy into my face.

"well, don't be a have it off changeling. 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 clip 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 mouth, again saying :

"Swallow."And I did."So, what did you suppose, pet ? Oh delay, you don't think. That's not your dominion. Let me tell you what you thought. You enjoyed every mo 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 large butt hype and a lowly jar of Vaseline, rubbed it all over the fire hydrant, making 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 matter, and for the showtime time anything was going in there, it was pretty big. It was shoved in brutally and mercilessly, leaving me screaming myself gruff and sobbing. And just like that, I was left there, hours on end, with something invading my ass and cipher to shout to. I passed out, but couldn't William Tell for how long. The simply thing that awoke me was the idiomatic expression :

"Room 249, detainee number 58. Prepare for secondly academic term. ”