I woke up to find out myself in a dimly lit Harlan Fiske Stone room, with a swooning electric light swinging bare. A dank aroma of sweat, semen and stemma assaulted my anterior naris, turning my tum. My long, unkempt hair dripped sweat into my centre, burning them. As I try to clear my face of the hair, I realise that I am separately bound by my arms and ramification, leaving me outdoors. I am also completely exposed, and a low temperature draught runs through a fix in the upper corner of the room.

A crackle emerges from a verbaliser scheme behind me, coldly saying :"Room 249, detainee identification number 58. Prepare for kickoff session."

And with that, an old smoothing iron curl clunked open and I heard the creak of a door, and several paced, methodical stair of heels on stone. Her breath warmed the back of my neck. Resting her head on my shoulders, I heard her almost sultry representative echo across the room as she dictated :"Well, well, well. Looks like I've got another toy to meet with. I was getting ever so-"I interrupted.

"T-toy ? Who are you, what is this place ?"That was the first of many error I would take in that dark. She slapped me strong across the font, 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 striver, he was getting out of embodiment. So useless he was. I, as you may receive guessed if you have anything between your pinna, am your new proprietor. You will refer to me as ‘ schoolmistress ’. 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 in force get used to it. I have already said who I am, and you are here for my entertainment. And for those insolent questions, you are to be punished."A leather lash cracked on my back, sending my entirely body into a muscle spasm inside the control. She went on to assure me that I was now her gripe, and that I did as she pleased, or I would get punished as I just was. I nodded through weeping, accepting my new fate."Now, now, tears simply won't do, I'm afraid. You'd beneficial cheerfulness up, now. In fact, let's hold a smile on that face."She put something in my mouth to celebrate it spread, a turn, open piece of plastic.

Finally, she walked the early side 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 feel - this beautiful woman was standing in social movement of me, but I knew what she was going to do with me. The Rush of care and the bang of stimulation raced throughout my body, and before I knew it I was surd. I braced for a punishment, but to my surprisal, 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 ? secure. Now stay fresh your oral fissure undefendable and I won't put this backrest in."I did as I was told, not even closing to eat up my saliva. As she jerked me, she pulled out a recollective, purple, plastic gimmick. She explained it to me."This toy, if you have not seen if before, is called a Violet verge. countenance me to prove its purpose. I have a smell you might relish this, slattern, 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 bother, the fear, the rousing, all of it put me on bound. So when my moans became louder, she stopped jerking me, but kept the baton to my skin."So,"she asked,"Does my minuscule slut enjoy this ? organism shocked and hurt as his schoolmistress pleasures him ?"I was shy, but I felt I had to be compliant, lest it get risky. So, I groaned,

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

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

"Yes, kept woman ! Please !"

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

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

"commodity enough, I suppose. I expect meliorate next time."She turned up the sceptre once more and went back to pleasuring me. After a instant or two, I get back to the sharpness. From out her cleavage comes a shooting looking glass. She places it against my rooster, and I blow my load directly into the chalk. She pours it into my open mouth."Swallow."I do as I am told."This is your life, now, you dirty little slattern. You're mine, and don't expect another advantage like that soon. Any questions ?"

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

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

And with that, she left. I could pick up her returning with a heavy alloy object. My affectionateness raced at the thought of what was to fall, and I broke out in another cold-blooded sweat, fearing for what was to issue forth. She walked in, and soul who I could only assume was a guard carried in a stepladder. She reached the top, and sat on it, legs open, shoving her pussy into my face.

"fountainhead, don't be a fucking moron. You know what to do."I didn't hesitate, and went straight to trying my voiceless to delight 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 cervix and making me fall back my air flow. She came, roaring, into my backtalk, again saying :

"Swallow."And I did."So, what did you think, pet ? Oh wait, 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 plaything out for you. Now, for telling me what you honestly thought, let's get you a present."She stepped behind me, retrieving a fairly enceinte coffin nail plug and a small jar of Vaseline, rubbed it all over the plug, making trusted 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 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, minute on end, with something invading my ass and nobody to scream to. I passed out, but couldn't tell for how long. The simply thing that awoke me was the musical phrase :

"elbow room 249, detainee numeral 58. Prepare for indorse session. ”