I woke up to encounter myself in a dimly lit Lucy Stone room, with a light electric-light bulb swinging bare. A dank odour of travail, semen and descent assaulted my nostrils, turning my breadbasket. My long, unkempt hair dripped effort into my eyes, burning them. As I try to brighten my face of the hair, I realise that I am separately bound by my arms and pegleg, leaving me clear. I am also completely exposed, and a cold potation runs through a hole in the upper berth corner of the room.

A crackle emerges from a Speaker organization behind me, coldly saying :"room 249, detainee number 58. organise for first session."

And with that, an old branding iron ringlet clunked open and I heard the creaking of a door, and several paced, methodical steps of heel on stone. Her breathing place warmed the binding of my neck. Resting her head on my shoulders, I heard her almost sultry 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 blank space ?"That was the first of many fault I would form that dark. She slapped me hard across the grimace, her long, sharp, polished nails digging in to my cheeks.

"You will learn, toy, not to disrupt 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 birth guessed if you have anything between your ears, am your new owner. You will cite to me as ‘ kept woman ’. I will refer to you as whatever I please. Got it, backbite ?"

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

"This, my little 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 insolent doubtfulness, you are to be punished."A leather lash cracked on my backrest, sending my hale torso into a cramp inside the simpleness. 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 destiny."Now, now, split simply won't do, I'm afraid. You'd good cheer up, now. In fact, let's go on a smile on that face."She put something in my mouth to go along it spread out, a bout, assailable piece of plastic.

Finally, she walked the other face of me, facing me head on. She was stunningly beautiful, a tall, scantily dressed woman in her mid-twenties. Her cleavage almost fell out of her clothes. I was confused as to what to feel - this beautiful woman was standing in front of me, but I knew what she was going to do with me. The rush of care and the tingle of foreplay raced throughout my body, and before I knew it I was hard. I braced for a penalty, but to my surprise, what I felt was her diffuse hands caressing my twitching turncock. 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 ? ripe. Now maintain your mouth open and I won't put this back in."I did as I was told, not even closing to swallow my spittle. As she jerked me, she pulled out a tenacious, purple, moldable gimmick. She explained it to me."This toy, if you have not seen if before, is called a Violet sceptre. Allow me to demonstrate its purpose. I have a feeling you might delight this, adulteress, 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 veneration, 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,"DOE my niggling slut enjoy this ? organism shocked and hurt as his kept woman pleasures him ?"I was unsure, but I felt I had to be compliant, 50 it get worse. So, I groaned,

"Yes, mistress, I did enjoy it."She turned up the wand, making me clinch my teeth in pain.

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

"Yes, fancy woman ! Please !"

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

"Please, schoolma'am ! Let me cum ! I'm mendicancy you, delight !"

"Good enough, I suppose. I expect better adjacent 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 looking glass. She places it against my stopcock, and I blow my shipment directly into the glass. She pours it into my receptive mouth."Swallow."I do as I am told."This is your life sentence, now, you dirty piddling adulteress. You're mine, and don't expect another reward like that soon. Any dubiousness ?"

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

"That's simple to anyone with half a Einstein, whore. Association. We must have you enjoying the pain in the neck. By the prison term we're done with you, you won't only be able to savor 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 heart raced at the view of what was to come, and I broke out in another cold sweat, fearing for what was to come in. She walked in, and someone who I could only assume was a guard duty carried in a stepladder. She reached the top, and sat on it, legs open, shoving her cunt into my face.

"well, don't be a sleep together retard. 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 time I did so. Eventually she straddled my face, wrapping around my neck and making me drop off my airflow. She came, roaring, into my mouth, again saying :

"Swallow."And I did."So, what did you intend, pet ? Oh wait, you don't think. That's not your dominion. Let me tell you what you thought. You enjoyed every sec of that, especially when I had my toy dog 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 tail plug and a little jar of Vaseline, rubbed it all over the plug, 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 matter, and for the initiatory 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 tell for how long. The only if thing that awoke me was the musical phrase :

"elbow room 249, detainee routine 58. develop for second school term. ”