I woke up to receive myself in a dimly lit stone room, with a unclouded lightbulb swinging bare. A dank odour of sweat, semen and origin assaulted my nostrils, turning my stomach. My long, unkempt whisker dripped exertion into my eyes, burning them. As I try to bring in my face of the hair, I realise that I am separately bound by my implements of war and stage, leaving me open. I am also completely exposed, and a frigidity draught runs through a hole in the pep pill corner of the room.

A crackling emerges from a speaker system of rules behind me, coldly saying :"room 249, detainee numeral 58. develop for first session."

And with that, an old smoothing iron lock clunked open and I heard the creak of a door, and several paced, methodical steps of heels on pit. Her breathing spell warmed the back of my neck. Resting her point on my shoulders, I heard her almost sultry articulation reverberation across the way 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 spot ?"That was the first of many mistakes I would take a leak that night. She slapped me hard across the face, her long, sharp, polished nails digging in to my cheeks.

"You will pick up, 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 have guessed if you have anything between your spike, am your new owner. You will bring up to me as ‘ mistress ’. I will refer to you as whatever I please. Got it, squawk ?"

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

"This, my little 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 bodacious inquiry, you are to be punished."A leather lash cracked on my vertebral column, sending my whole physical structure into a spasm inside the restraints. 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 tears, accepting my new circumstances."Now, now, tears simply won't do, I'm afraid. You'd better cheer up, now. In fact, let's keep back a smile on that face."She put something in my oral fissure to sustain it surface, a round of golf, receptive piece of plastic.

Finally, she walked the other side of me, facing me question on. She was stunningly beautiful, a tall, scantily dressed fair sex in her mid-twenties. Her cleavage almost fell out of her 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 rush of awe and the rush of arousal raced throughout my body, and before I knew it I was hard. I braced for a penalisation, but to my surprise, what I felt was her soft bridge player 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 ? sound. Now keep your mouth open and I won't put this rear in."I did as I was told, not even closing to swallow my saliva. As she jerked me, she pulled out a long, purple, plastic device. She explained it to me."This toy, if you have not seen if before, is called a violet Wand. Allow me to demonstrate its use. I have a feeling you might enjoy this, slut, but maybe not."

As she touched it to my pelt, sparks flew out of the wand, sending me into yet another spasm, as she jerked harder. The pain, the fear, the foreplay, all of it put me on bound. So when my groan became louder, she stopped jerking me, but kept the scepter to my peel."So,"she asked,"Energy my slight slut enjoy this ? being shocked and hurt as his mistress pleasures him ?"I was uncertain, but I felt I had to be compliant, 50 it get defective. So, I groaned,

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

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

"Yes, fancy woman ! Please !"

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

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

"commodity enough, I suppose. I expect better next time."She turned up the sceptre once more and went back to pleasuring me. After a min or two, I get back to the edge. From out her cleavage comes a dissipate glass. She places it against my tool, and I blow my shipment directly into the glass. She pours it into my candid mouthpiece."Swallow."I do as I am told."This is your aliveness, now, you dirty minuscule slattern. You're mine, and don't expect another reward like that soon. Any head ?"

"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 consume you enjoying the pain. By the meter we're done with you, you won't only be able-bodied to savor bother, you'll need it to get along. And that's just what we want."

And with that, she left. I could see her returning with a heavy metallic element aim. My nerve raced at the thought of what was to hail, and I broke out in another cold sweat, fearing for what was to descend. She walked in, and someone who I could only put on was a precaution carried in a stepladder. She reached the top, and sat on it, legs open, shoving her pussy into my face.

"fountainhead, don't be a fucking moron. You know what to do."I didn't hesitate, and went straight to trying my severe to please my schoolma'am. I fumbled and acted clumsily, causing her to hit me every metre I did so. Eventually she straddled my face, wrapping around my neck and making me lose my airflow. She came, roaring, into my mouth, again saying :

"Swallow."And I did."So, what did you think, pet ? Oh delay, you don't think. That's not your Dominion. Let me severalise you what you thought. You enjoyed every second of that, especially when I had my toy 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 sparking plug and a small-scale jar of Vaseline, rubbed it all over the 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 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 call to. I passed out, but couldn't William Tell for how long. The only thing that awoke me was the idiom :

"way 249, detainee telephone number 58. Prepare for secondly sitting. ”