I woke up to find myself in a dimly lit Oliver Stone room, with a light electric light swinging bare. A dank odour of sweat, ejaculate and roue assaulted my nostrils, turning my stomach. My long, unkempt hair dripped sweat into my optic, burning them. As I try to discharge my face of the hair, I realise that I am separately bound by my arms and legs, leaving me afford. I am also completely exposed, and a cold draught runs through a hole in the amphetamine turning point of the room.

A crackle emerges from a speaker system system behind me, coldly saying :"room 249, detainee number 58. Prepare for first session."

And with that, an old iron whorl clunked unfold and I heard the creak of a door, and several paced, methodical pace of heels on Stone. Her hint warmed the rachis of my neck. Resting her head on my berm, I heard her almost sultry representative reverberation across the room as she dictated :"fountainhead, 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 office ?"That was the first of many misapprehension I would constitute that night. She slapped me hard across the cheek, her long, knifelike, polished nails digging in to my cheeks.

"You will learn, toy, not to cut off me. Now, as I was saying, I was getting rather tired of my old slave, he was getting out of material body. So useless he was. I, as you may have 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, squawk ?"

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

"This, my little pet, is a keep. It's your new house, 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 questions, you are to be punished."A leather lash cracked on my back, sending my whole consistence into a muscle spasm inside the simpleness. 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 rent, accepting my new fate."Now, now, crying simply won't do, I'm afraid. You'd break cheerfulness up, now. In fact, let's keep a smile on that face."She put something in my mouth to restrain it open, a rhythm, loose bit of plastic.

Finally, she walked the other side of me, facing me head on. She was stunningly beautiful, a tall, scantily dressed woman in her mid-twenties. Her segmentation almost fell out of her dress. I was confused as to what to feel - this beautiful cleaning woman was standing in front of me, but I knew what she was going to do with me. The rush of fear and the thrill of arousal raced throughout my dead body, and before I knew it I was operose. I braced for a penalisation, but to my surprisal, what I felt was her soft manus caressing my twitching hammer. She removed the credit 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 sustain your mouth surface and I won't put this backrest in."I did as I was told, not even closing to swallow up my spittle. As she jerked me, she pulled out a long, over-embellished, credit card device. She explained it to me."This toy, if you have not seen if before, is called a violet baton. give up me to demonstrate its role. I have a tactile sensation you might revel this, slut, but maybe not."

As she touched it to my cutis, sparks flew out of the wand, sending me into yet another spasm, as she jerked harder. The pain, the veneration, the rousing, all of it put me on edge. So when my moans became louder, she stopped jerking me, but kept the verge to my hide."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 worse. So, I groaned,

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

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

"Yes, mistress ! Please !"

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

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

"Good enough, I suppose. I expect serious succeeding time."She turned up the wand once more and went back to pleasuring me. After a second or two, I get back to the edge. From out her segmentation comes a flash methamphetamine. She places it against my cock, 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 spirit, now, you dirty fiddling strumpet. You're mine, and don't expect another payoff like that soon. Any motion ?"

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

"That's simple to anyone with half a brain, whore. Association. We must have you enjoying the pain. 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 metal object. My inwardness raced at the thought of what was to occur, and I broke out in another cold travail, fearing for what was to make out. She walked in, and someone who I could only take was a sentry go carried in a stepladder. She reached the top, and sat on it, legs overt, shoving her pussy into my face.

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

"Swallow."And I did."So, what did you consider, pet ? Oh postponement, you don't think. That's not your dominion. Let me tell apart you what you thought. You enjoyed every sec 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 gravid butt fire hydrant and a small jar of Vaseline, rubbed it all over the male plug, making sure as shooting 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 thing, and for the initiative 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 cypher to scream to. I passed out, but couldn't William Tell for how long. The sole thing that awoke me was the phrase :

"way 249, political detainee routine 58. Prepare for instant school term. ”