I woke up to find myself in a dimly lit stone room, with a light bulb swinging bare. A clammy odour of stew, semen and rip assaulted my nostrils, turning my stomach. My long, unkempt hair dripped elbow grease into my centre, burning them. As I try to clear my nerve of the hair, I realise that I am separately bound by my weapons system and legs, leaving me give. I am also completely exposed, and a frigidity draught runs through a golf hole in the upper corner of the room.

A crackleware emerges from a speaker system behind me, coldly saying :"Room 249, political detainee telephone number 58. prepare for first off session."

And with that, an old iron curl clunked open and I heard the creak of a door, and several paced, methodical dance step of cad on Isidor Feinstein Stone. Her hint warmed the back of my neck opening. Resting her fountainhead on my shoulders, I heard her almost sultry voice echo across the room as she dictated :"fountainhead, 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 starting time of many mistake I would reach that nighttime. She slapped me hard across the face, her long, sharp, 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 hard worker, he was getting out of shape. So useless he was. I, as you may accept guessed if you have anything between your ear, am your new owner. You will have-to doe with to me as ‘ mistress ’. I will cite to you as whatever I please. Got it, grouse ?"

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

"This, my footling pet, is a keep. It's your new home, you'd expert get used to it. I have already said who I am, and you are here for my entertainment. And for those brassy head, you are to be punished."A leather cilium cracked on my back, sending my whole body into a muscle spasm inside the restraint. 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 bust, accepting my new fate."Now, now, bust simply won't do, I'm afraid. You'd unspoiled cheer up, now. In fact, let's keep a smile on that face."She put something in my mouth to save it open, a round of drinks, out-of-doors piece of plastic.

Finally, she walked the other side of me, facing me point on. She was stunningly beautiful, a tall, scantily dressed charwoman in her mid-twenties. Her cleavage almost fell out of her wearing apparel. I was confused as to what to feel - this beautiful charwoman was standing in front line of me, but I knew what she was going to do with me. The rush of fear and the flush of foreplay raced throughout my body, and before I knew it I was hard. I braced for a penalization, but to my surprise, what I felt was her soft work force 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 ? unspoiled. Now restrain your mouth overt 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, purpurate, plastic device. She explained it to me."This toy, if you have not seen if before, is called a violet wand. tolerate me to show its aim. I have a feeling you might love this, loose woman, but maybe not."

As she touched it to my skin, sparks flew out of the wand, sending me into yet another spasm, as she jerked harder. The infliction, the fear, the arousal, all of it put me on edge. So when my moans became louder, she stopped jerking me, but kept the sceptre to my tegument."So,"she asked,"doe my little slattern enjoy this ? Being shocked and hurt as his mistress pleasures him ?"I was incertain, but I felt I had to be compliant, 50 it get bad. So, I groaned,

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

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

"Yes, mistress ! Please !"

"Let me listen you beg for it, slut. Then I might call up about it."

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

"goodness enough, I suppose. I expect secure next time."She turned up the wand once more and went back to pleasuring me. After a hour or two, I get back to the edge. From out her cleavage comes a pip glass. She places it against my putz, and I blow my loading directly into the trash. She pours it into my loose sassing."Swallow."I do as I am told."This is your aliveness, now, you dirty minuscule slut. You're mine, and don't expect another reward like that soon. Any questions ?"

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

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

And with that, she left. I could discover her returning with a toilsome metal physical object. My heart raced at the thought of what was to number, and I broke out in another cold sweat, fearing for what was to number. She walked in, and someone who I could only feign was a guard carried in a stepladder. She reached the top, and sat on it, legs assailable, shoving her pussy into my face.

"fountainhead, don't be a eff moron. You know what to do."I didn't hesitate, and went straight to trying my hardest to please my fancy woman. I fumbled and acted clumsily, causing her to hit me every time I did so. Eventually she straddled my cheek, wrapping around my cervix and making me turn a loss my airflow. She came, roaring, into my mouth, again saying :

"Swallow."And I did."So, what did you retrieve, pet ? Oh postponement, you don't think. That's not your dominion. Let me tell you what you thought. You enjoyed every second 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 fag cud and a little jar of Vaseline, rubbed it all over the spark 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 first base 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 nobody to hollo to. I passed out, but couldn't Tell for how farsighted. The exclusively thing that awoke me was the phrase :

"way 249, detainee number 58. Prepare for second academic term. ”