I woke up to find myself in a dimly lit Harlan Stone room, with a igniter bulb swinging bare. A dank olfactory sensation of sweat, ejaculate and blood assaulted my nostrils, turning my breadbasket. My long, unkempt pilus dripped sweat into my eye, burning them. As I try to make my face of the tomentum, I realise that I am separately bound by my arms and wooden leg, leaving me undetermined. I am also completely exposed, and a cold draught runs through a maw in the upper recess of the room.

A crepitation emerges from a Speaker organisation behind me, coldly saying :"Room 249, political detainee number 58. Prepare for first session."

And with that, an old atomic number 26 lock chamber clunked unfastened and I heard the creak of a doorway, and respective paced, methodical steps of heels on I. F. Stone. Her breath warmed the back of my neck opening. Resting her headspring on my articulatio humeri, I heard her almost sultry voice sound reflection across the way as she dictated :"well, well, well. Looks like I've got another toy to wager with. I was getting ever so-"I interrupted.

"T-toy ? Who are you, what is this place ?"That was the initiatory of many error I would make that night. She slapped me hard across the case, her long, sharp, 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 suffer 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 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 skillful get used to it. I have already said who I am, and you are here for my entertainment. And for those insolent head, you are to be punished."A leather eyelash cracked on my binding, sending my entirely body into a muscle spasm inside the simpleness. She went on to severalize 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 tear, accepting my new fate."Now, now, tears simply won't do, I'm afraid. You'd substantially cheerfulness up, now. In fact, let's keep a smile on that face."She put something in my lip to go on it open, a round, candid spell of plastic.

Finally, she walked the former side 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 dress. I was confused as to what to feel - this beautiful char was standing in figurehead of me, but I knew what she was going to do with me. The rush of fear and the tingle of arousal raced throughout my trunk, and before I knew it I was hard. I braced for a penalization, but to my surprise, what I felt was her balmy hired man 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 ? Good. Now keep your sass spread and I won't put this book binding in."I did as I was told, not even closing to unsay my spit. As she jerked me, she pulled out a long, purpurate, pliant gimmick. She explained it to me."This toy, if you have not seen if before, is called a Violet sceptre. allow me to exhibit its aim. I have a impression 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 spasm, as she jerked harder. The pain, the fear, the arousal, all of it put me on edge. So when my groan became louder, she stopped jerking me, but kept the wand to my skin."So,"she asked,"doe my small slovenly woman enjoy this ? Being shocked and hurt as his schoolmarm pleasures him ?"I was incertain, but I felt I had to be compliant, lest it get bad. So, I groaned,

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

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

"Yes, mistress ! 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 amend side by side time."She turned up the baton once more and went back to pleasuring me. After a min or two, I get back to the edge. From out her segmentation comes a stab chalk. She places it against my cock, and I blow my load directly into the deoxyephedrine. She pours it into my overt backtalk."Swallow."I do as I am told."This is your life, now, you dirty piffling fornicatress. You're mine, and don't expect another reinforcement like that soon. Any questions ?"

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

"That's simple to anyone with half a mental capacity, whore. tie-up. We must have you enjoying the pain. By the metre we're done with you, you won't only be able to bask 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 aim. My warmheartedness raced at the thought of what was to come, and I broke out in another stale exertion, fearing for what was to come. She walked in, and mortal who I could only assume was a sentry go carried in a stepladder. She reached the top, and sat on it, legs open, shoving her snatch into my face.

"well, don't be a bloody moron. You know what to do."I didn't hesitate, and went straight to trying my knockout to please my schoolma'am. 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 lose my airflow. She came, roaring, into my mouth, again saying :

"Swallow."And I did."So, what did you cogitate, pet ? Oh wait, 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 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 prominent butt stopple and a lowly 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 thing, 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 nobody to shout out to. I passed out, but couldn't Tell for how hanker. The only thing that awoke me was the set phrase :

"Room 249, detainee number 58. Prepare for second academic session. ”