I woke up to feel myself in a dimly lit stone room, with a clean lightbulb swinging bare. A clammy odor of exertion, cum and rake assaulted my nostril, turning my stomach. My long, unkempt pilus dripped sweat into my center, burning them. As I try to exculpate my grimace of the hair, I realise that I am separately bound by my arms and legs, leaving me open. I am also completely exposed, and a dusty draught runs through a mess in the speed recession of the room.

A crackle emerges from a loudspeaker system system behind me, coldly saying :"Room 249, political detainee figure 58. organise for first session."

And with that, an old iron lock clunked overt and I heard the creak of a door, and various paced, methodical steps of heels on stone. Her breath warmed the rear of my cervix. Resting her head on my shoulders, I heard her almost sensual voice echo across the room as she dictated :"Well, well, well. Looks like I've got another toy to encounter with. I was getting ever so-"I interrupted.

"T-toy ? Who are you, what is this place ?"That was the first gear of many misapprehension I would make that night. She slapped me knockout across the face, her long, sharp, polished nails digging in to my cheeks.

"You will learn, toy, not to break up me. Now, as I was saying, I was getting rather tired of my old slave, he was getting out of pattern. So useless he was. I, as you may have guessed if you have anything between your pinna, am your new proprietor. You will refer to me as ‘ fancy woman ’. I will refer to you as whatever I please. Got it, beef ?"

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

"This, my little pet, is a keep. 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 brazen questions, you are to be punished."A leather lash cracked on my back, sending my whole torso into a cramp inside the simpleness. She went on to evidence me that I was now her gripe, and that I did as she pleased, or I would get punished as I just was. I nodded through tears, accepting my new luck."Now, now, teardrop simply won't do, I'm afraid. You'd good cheer up, now. In fact, let's keep a grinning on that face."She put something in my mouth to observe it out-of-doors, a rung, exposed piece of plastic.

Finally, she walked the former English 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 experience - this beautiful woman was standing in front of me, but I knew what she was going to do with me. The rush of fright and the thrill of arousal raced throughout my body, and before I knew it I was hard. I braced for a punishment, but to my surprise, what I felt was her soft handwriting 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 save your mouth unfastened and I won't put this rear in."I did as I was told, not even closing to eat up my saliva. As she jerked me, she pulled out a prospicient, purple, pliant device. She explained it to me."This toy, if you have not seen if before, is called a reddish blue Wand. allow for me to demonstrate its purpose. I have a feeling you might bask 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 sharpness. So when my groan 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 kept woman pleasures him ?"I was unsure, but I felt I had to be compliant, fifty it get unsound. So, I groaned,

"Yes, schoolma'am, I did delight it."She turned up the wand, making me clutch my teeth in pain.

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

"Yes, mistress ! Please !"

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

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

"goodness enough, I suppose. I expect considerably future time."She turned up the wand once more and went back to pleasuring me. After a minute of arc or two, I get back to the edge. From out her cleavage comes a shot spyglass. She places it against my turncock, and I blow my lading directly into the glass. She pours it into my open oral cavity."Swallow."I do as I am told."This is your life, now, you dirty little 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. Association. We must have you enjoying the botheration. 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 hear her returning with a labored metal physical object. My marrow raced at the thought of what was to add up, and I broke out in another cold sweat, fearing for what was to fare. She walked in, and someone who I could only strike was a guard carried in a stepladder. She reached the top, and sat on it, legs open, shoving her pussycat into my face.

"well, don't be a fucking half-wit. You know what to do."I didn't hesitate, and went straight to trying my hardest 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 opening and making me fall behind my airflow. She came, roaring, into my mouth, 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 tell you what you thought. You enjoyed every second of that, especially when I had my plaything out for you. Now, for telling me what you honestly thought, let's get you a present."She stepped behind me, retrieving a fairly magnanimous hind end plug and a diminished 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 thing, and for the first metre 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 scream to. I passed out, but couldn't William Tell for how retentive. The only matter that awoke me was the phrase :

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