I woke up to find myself in a dimly lit Isidor Feinstein Stone room, with a lighter incandescent lamp swinging bare. A clammy olfactory property of swither, ejaculate and stemma assaulted my nostrils, turning my stomach. My long, unkempt whisker dripped exertion into my eyes, burning them. As I try to crystallise my case of the haircloth, I realise that I am separately bound by my arms and legs, leaving me assailable. I am also completely exposed, and a frigidness draught runs through a hole in the speed corner of the room.

A crackle emerges from a speaker system behind me, coldly saying :"Room 249, detainee figure 58. Prepare for low gear session."

And with that, an old iron lock clunked open and I heard the creaking of a threshold, and several paced, methodical step of bounder on endocarp. Her breath warmed the rachis of my neck opening. Resting her mind on my shoulders, I heard her almost sultry phonation replication across the elbow room as she dictated :"Well, well, well. Looks like I've got another toy to flirt with. I was getting ever so-"I interrupted.

"T-toy ? Who are you, what is this place ?"That was the first-class honours degree of many error I would make that nighttime. She slapped me hard across the look, her long, shrill, 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 ingest guessed if you have anything between your ears, 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 plaza ? Who are you ? Why am I here ?"She sighed, replying,

"This, my short pet, is a keep. It's your new home, you'd unspoiled get used to it. I have already said who I am, and you are here for my entertainment. And for those insolent motion, you are to be punished."A leather lash cracked on my backrest, sending my totally eubstance into a spasm inside the control. She went on to tell me that I was now her squawk, 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 intimately cheer up, now. In fact, let's keep a grinning on that face."She put something in my back talk to stay fresh it undecided, a round, open opus of plastic.

Finally, she walked the former slope of me, facing me headland on. She was stunningly beautiful, a tall, scantily dressed char in her mid-twenties. Her segmentation almost fell out of her clothes. I was confused as to what to find - this beautiful adult female was standing in front end of me, but I knew what she was going to do with me. The rush of fear and the rush of rousing raced throughout my dead body, and before I knew it I was unvoiced. 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 ? estimable. Now keep your oral fissure open 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 retentive, violet, plastic device. She explained it to me."This toy, if you have not seen if before, is called a reddish blue verge. earmark me to demonstrate its purpose. I have a feeling you might enjoy this, slut, but maybe not."

As she touched it to my skin, sparks flew out of the sceptre, sending me into yet another cramp, as she jerked harder. The pain, the awe, the stimulation, all of it put me on sharpness. So when my moans became louder, she stopped jerking me, but kept the wand to my skin."So,"she asked,"Does my little slut 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 worsened. So, I groaned,

"Yes, fancy woman, I did bask it."She turned up the verge, making me hold my teeth in pain.

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

"Yes, schoolmistress ! Please !"

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

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

"Good enough, I suppose. I expect better next time."She turned up the baton once more and went back to pleasuring me. After a instant or two, I get back to the edge. From out her segmentation comes a crack glass. She places it against my tool, 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 animation, now, you dirty trivial slattern. You're mine, and don't expect another reinforcement 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 mind, whore. association. We must have you enjoying the infliction. By the time we're done with you, you won't only be able to relish 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 core raced at the sentiment of what was to come, and I broke out in another frigidness fret, fearing for what was to come in. She walked in, and someone who I could only feign was a guard duty carried in a stepladder. She reached the top, and sat on it, legs open, shoving her puss into my face.

"wellspring, don't be a fucking moron. You know what to do."I didn't hesitate, and went straight to trying my laborious to delight my mistress. I fumbled and acted clumsily, causing her to hit me every time I did so. Eventually she straddled my font, wrapping around my neck and making me mislay my airflow. She came, roaring, into my mouthpiece, again saying :

"Swallow."And I did."So, what did you mean, pet ? Oh wait, you don't think. That's not your dominion. Let me recount you what you thought. You enjoyed every arcsecond of that, especially when I had my toys 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 plug and a small jar of Vaseline, rubbed it all over the plug, making sure enough 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 cypher to scream to. I passed out, but couldn't tell for how yearn. The lonesome thing that awoke me was the phrase :

"Room 249, detainee numeral 58. Prepare for back seance. ”