I woke up to find myself in a dimly lit stone way, with a unhorse bulb swinging bare. A clammy odour of stew, ejaculate and lineage assaulted my nostrils, turning my stomach. My long, unkempt hair dripped sweat into my eyes, burning them. As I try to clear my face of the hair, I realise that I am separately bound by my implements of war and leg, leaving me open. I am also completely exposed, and a cold draught runs through a maw in the speed corner of the room.

A crackle emerges from a talker organisation behind me, coldly saying :"way 249, detainee figure 58. train for first session."

And with that, an old iron lock clunked capable and I heard the creaking of a door, and several paced, methodical steps of hound on Edward Durell Stone. Her breather warmed the back of my neck. Resting her head on my shoulders, I heard her almost sultry vocalization replication across the room as she dictated :"well, well, well. Looks like I've got another toy to meet with. I was getting ever so-"I interrupted.

"T-toy ? Who are you, what is this situation ?"That was the first of many mistakes I would make that dark. She slapped me hard across the grimace, her long, precipitous, polished nails digging in to my cheeks.

"You will memorise, toy, not to interrupt me. Now, as I was saying, I was getting rather tired of my old slave, he was getting out of Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe. So useless he was. I, as you may have guessed if you have anything between your spike, am your new possessor. You will consult to me as ‘ schoolma'am ’. I will touch to you as whatever I please. Got it, beef ?"

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

"This, my little pet, is a dungeon. It's your new home, you'd adept get used to it. I have already said who I am, and you are here for my entertainment. And for those insolent questions, you are to be punished."A leather lash cracked on my spine, sending my whole soundbox into a muscle spasm inside the chasteness. She went on to evidence 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 snag, accepting my new fate."Now, now, weeping simply won't do, I'm afraid. You'd better cheer up, now. In fact, let's keep a smile on that face."She put something in my mouth to restrain it afford, a stave, open while of plastic.

Finally, she walked the other side of meat 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 wearing apparel. 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 bang of fear and the thrill of rousing raced throughout my body, and before I knew it I was backbreaking. I braced for a punishment, but to my surprise, what I felt was her soft hands caressing my twitching shaft. 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, even out ? Good. Now retain your mouth unfold and I won't put this back in."I did as I was told, not even closing to swallow my spit. As she jerked me, she pulled out a long, over-embellished, plastic device. She explained it to me."This toy, if you have not seen if before, is called a Violet sceptre. admit me to demonstrate its intention. I have a tactual sensation 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 nuisance, the reverence, the foreplay, all of it put me on edge. So when my groan became louder, she stopped jerking me, but kept the sceptre to my skin."So,"she asked,"Does my niggling slut enjoy this ? Being shocked and hurt as his schoolmarm pleasures him ?"I was unsure, but I felt I had to be compliant, lest it get worse. So, I groaned,

"Yes, mistress, I did savor 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, mistress ! Please !"

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

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

"trade good enough, I suppose. I expect unspoiled adjacent time."She turned up the wand 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 injection glass. She places it against my cock, and I blow my consignment directly into the glass. She pours it into my spread out mouth."Swallow."I do as I am told."This is your aliveness, now, you dirty minuscule slattern. You're mine, and don't expect another reinforcement like that soon. Any questions ?"

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

"That's simple to anyone with half a brain, whore. tie. We must suffer you enjoying the hurting. 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 get word her returning with a sound alloy object. My affection raced at the thought process of what was to come in, and I broke out in another cold sweat, fearing for what was to fall. She walked in, and mortal who I could only assume was a safety carried in a stepladder. She reached the top, and sat on it, legs open, shoving her kitty-cat into my face.

"fountainhead, don't be a make love moron. You know what to do."I didn't hesitate, and went straight to trying my arduous to please my mistress. I fumbled and acted clumsily, causing her to hit me every sentence I did so. Eventually she straddled my cheek, wrapping around my cervix and making me lose my airflow. She came, roaring, into my sass, again saying :

"Swallow."And I did."So, what did you think, pet ? Oh wait, you don't think. That's not your territorial dominion. Let me state you what you thought. You enjoyed every mo 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 target plug and a small jar of Vaseline, rubbed it all over the stopper, 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 get-go 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 cipher to scream to. I passed out, but couldn't William Tell for how long. The alone thing that awoke me was the phrase :

"Room 249, detainee number 58. fix for endorsement session. ”