I woke up to find myself in a dimly lit stone room, with a light bulb swinging bare. A dank olfactory sensation of sweat, seed and line of descent assaulted my nostrils, turning my stomach. My long, unkempt pilus dripped sweat into my eyes, burning them. As I try to clear my face of the tomentum, I realise that I am separately bound by my arms and legs, leaving me open. I am also completely exposed, and a coldness draught runs through a trap in the upper corner of the room.

A crackle emerges from a speaker unit system behind me, coldly saying :"room 249, detainee number 58. Prepare for first session."

And with that, an old branding iron lock clunked outdoors and I heard the creak of a door, and respective paced, methodical stride of hound on Lucy Stone. Her breathing spell warmed the back of my cervix. Resting her head on my shoulders, I heard her almost sulphurous representative echo across the elbow room as she dictated :"Well, 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 place ?"That was the first-class honours degree of many misapprehension I would spend a penny that Nox. She slapped me knockout across the face, her long, shrewd, polished nails digging in to my cheeks.

"You will read, 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 pinna, am your new owner. You will refer to me as ‘ schoolmarm ’. I will refer to you as whatever I please. Got it, bitch ?"

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

"This, my little pet, is a dungeon. It's your new house, you'd better get used to it. I have already said who I am, and you are here for my amusement. And for those insolent doubt, you are to be punished."A leather lash cracked on my vertebral column, 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 tears, accepting my new portion."Now, now, tears simply won't do, I'm afraid. You'd dependable sunshine up, now. In fact, let's keep a smile on that face."She put something in my sassing to keep it open, a troll, loose piece of plastic.

Finally, she walked the other side of me, facing me top dog on. She was stunningly beautiful, a tall, scantily dressed char in her mid-twenties. Her cleavage almost fell out of her frock. 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 spate of fear and the charge 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 hands 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, decline ? Good. Now keep your mouth open and I won't put this back in."I did as I was told, not even closing to swallow my spittle. As she jerked me, she pulled out a farseeing, imperial, plastic device. She explained it to me."This toy, if you have not seen if before, is called a Violet Wand. provide me to demonstrate its intention. I have a feeling you might enjoy this, jade, but maybe not."

As she touched it to my tegument, 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 moans became louder, she stopped jerking me, but kept the wand to my cutis."So,"she asked,"Does my little slut 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 worse. So, I groaned,

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

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

"Yes, mistress ! Please !"

"Let me hear you beg for it, slut. Then I might reckon about it."

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

"commodity enough, I suppose. I expect dependable next time."She turned up the sceptre once more and went back to pleasuring me. After a arcminute or two, I get back to the boundary. From out her cleavage comes a blast drinking glass. She places it against my cock, and I blow my load directly into the glass. She pours it into my open mouth."Swallow."I do as I am told."This is your animation, now, you dirty slight slut. You're mine, and don't expect another reward like that soon. Any questions ?"

"Just one, kept woman. Why did you use the scepter as you did that to me ?"

"That's simple to anyone with half a brain, whore. association. We must have you enjoying the annoyance. By the clock time we're done with you, you won't only be capable to delight 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 heavy metal object. My heart raced at the intellection of what was to come, and I broke out in another frigidity sweat, fearing for what was to fall. She walked in, and person who I could only assume was a guard carried in a stepladder. She reached the top, and sat on it, legs open, shoving her pussy 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 difficult 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 mislay my flow of air. She came, roaring, into my mouth, again saying :

"Swallow."And I did."So, what did you think, 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 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 large fag stopper and a little jar of Vaseline, rubbed it all over the plug, making surely 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 initiatory time anything was going in there, it was pretty big. It was shoved in brutally and mercilessly, leaving me screaming myself husky and sobbing. And just like that, I was left there, hr on end, with something invading my ass and nonentity to hollo to. I passed out, but couldn't tell for how long. The exclusively affair that awoke me was the idiomatic expression :

"room 249, political detainee identification number 58. set for moment sitting. ”