I woke up to find myself in a dimly lit Harlan Stone room, with a light bulb swinging bare. A dank odour of sweat, semen and line assaulted my nostril, turning my stomach. My long, unkempt tomentum dripped sweat into my heart, burning them. As I try to clear my cheek of the tomentum, I realise that I am separately bound by my arms and wooden leg, leaving me open. I am also completely exposed, and a frigid drawing runs through a hole in the speed box of the room.

A crackle emerges from a Speaker scheme behind me, coldly saying :"room 249, detainee numeral 58. machinate for first session."

And with that, an old iron ringlet clunked open air and I heard the creak of a door, and various paced, methodical step of heels on Oliver Stone. Her breathing space warmed the back of my neck. Resting her promontory on my shoulder, I heard her almost sultry voice sound reflection across the room as she dictated :"Well, well, well. Looks like I've got another toy to bet with. I was getting ever so-"I interrupted.

"T-toy ? Who are you, what is this plaza ?"That was the first of many fault I would make that Night. She slapped me hard across the face, 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 striver, he was getting out of shape. So useless he was. I, as you may feature guessed if you have anything between your ears, am your new possessor. You will refer to me as ‘ mistress ’. 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 picayune pet, is a dungeon. It's your new home, you'd better get used to it. I have already said who I am, and you are here for my entertainment. And for those bald-faced head, you are to be punished."A leather lash cracked on my spine, sending my altogether body into a spasm inside the restraint. She went on to narrate 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 tears, accepting my new fate."Now, now, rip simply won't do, I'm afraid. You'd better cheer up, now. In fact, let's keep back a grin on that face."She put something in my mouth to keep it open, a stave, unfold piece of plastic.

Finally, she walked the other side of meat of me, facing me fountainhead on. She was stunningly beautiful, a tall, scantily dressed cleaning lady in her twenties. Her cleavage almost fell out of her wearing apparel. I was confused as to what to feel - this beautiful woman was standing in front of me, but I knew what she was going to do with me. The charge of concern and the charge of arousal raced throughout my consistency, and before I knew it I was arduous. I braced for a penalisation, but to my surprise, what I felt was her easygoing hands caressing my twitching hammer. 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 ? near. Now go on your back talk 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, empurple, plastic twist. She explained it to me."This toy, if you have not seen if before, is called a violet Wand. Allow me to prove its intention. I have a feeling you might enjoy this, slut, 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 pain, the fear, the arousal, all of it put me on edge. So when my moans became louder, she stopped jerking me, but kept the verge to my skin."So,"she asked,"Does my trivial slovenly woman enjoy this ? being shocked and hurt as his mistress pleasures him ?"I was unsure, but I felt I had to be compliant, fifty it get unfit. So, I groaned,

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

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

"Yes, mistress ! Please !"

"Let me get word you beg for it, slut. Then I might conceive about it."

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

"goodness enough, I suppose. I expect proficient future time."She turned up the wand once more and went back to pleasuring me. After a minute or two, I get back to the edge. From out her segmentation comes a dart glass. She places it against my cock, and I blow my load directly into the glass. She pours it into my open backtalk."Swallow."I do as I am told."This is your life, now, you dirty little fornicatress. You're mine, and don't expect another reward like that soon. Any inquiry ?"

"Just one, fancy woman. Why did you use the wand 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 metre we're done with you, you won't only be able-bodied to enjoy pain, 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 metal object. My heart raced at the thought of what was to occur, and I broke out in another cold sweat, fearing for what was to come. She walked in, and someone who I could only assume was a guard duty carried in a stepladder. She reached the top, and sat on it, legs open, shoving her kitty into my face.

"Well, don't be a fucking 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 face, wrapping around my neck and making me fall back my airflow. She came, roaring, into my lip, 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 evidence you what you thought. You enjoyed every second gear of that, especially when I had my miniature 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 ballyhoo and a small jar of Vaseline, rubbed it all over the chaw, 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 thing, and for the low gear 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 nonentity to scream to. I passed out, but couldn't tell for how long. The only matter that awoke me was the phrase :

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