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Continued…..
I woke to calmness. Alone in the dungeon, lying on the massage bed, legs and arms unrestrained and comfortable. Breasts tender and warm. The candles were almost burnt out the food was gone. I was clean and warm, sexually used and satisfied. Pleased with myself.
Where was Master?
Should I move?
Should I look for him?
Is he pleased with me?
Oh my God, what should I do?
What time is it?
Is it day or night?
Should I move from here, yes I will go out and look for him… no, I will be punished severely if I do not obey his commands.
I am confused, there is silence and darkness around me.
I am shaking and begin to cry. Why can’t I make a decision? Why, Why…???
Because I am not permitted to decide, I am only permitted to obey and obey I will…..
I lay still on the bed and wait. Dozing lightly I remain still on the bed and dream of my real Master. How I want him home again. How I am going to love and cherish him, I will obey his commands and service him to my fullest.
I am dreaming of him. Lying beside me, naked, erect and hot. Breathing into my ears as he strokes himself against me, pressing hard against my body, touching me, fingering me, kissing and licking me. I close my eyes and dream on.
The phone… its ringing… oh god…. Master…..!!!
‘Hello.’
‘Sub, is that you?’
‘Master.. oh Master… yes its me.’
‘Are you alone?’
‘Yes Master, I think so. I was alone in the dungeon when I woke and the house is quiet.’
‘Good, I will make some calls straight away and check on your behavior during my absence.’
‘Yes Master.’
‘I am on my way home, prepare yourself for me.’
‘Yes Master.’
I placed the phone down and squealed with joy. My master was coming home. At last this time away from him is over and he is returning to me.
Gathering my thoughts I decide to shower and shave before Master arrives. I want to be fresh for him. I go to the kitchen, make myself a vitamin shake and drink it down before skipping upstairs to the shower.
The shower was steaming up as the hot water cascaded over my body. I quickly shaved my pussy bare and checked myself in the mirror.
I oiled and dried my body off just as the crunching of the tires could be heard outside.
Quick.!!
Running I positioned myself at the bottom of the stairs. Kneeling, arse facing the door, high in the air for his inspection.
The door opened slowly, I heard his sigh as he placed his bag on the floor. My heart was beating fast and loud.
He slowly made his way across the floor to me, I shivered as his hand lightly touched my arse.
He guided my hands to the floor without a word. I was now on all fours for him, his finger running down my crack, stopping to rest on my arse hole as I gasped.
His free hand felt for my breast. He pulled my nipple hard, pinching and twisting it as his finger moved inside me. Deeper and deeper he pushed inside my wet pussy, pulling and pinching my other nipple as I held my breath.
Another finger entered me and was exploring deeply. He was leaning on my back, pushing hard up inside me, almost lifting my legs off the floor. Roughly mashing and pulling each nipple as I struggled to remain composed. He pulled his fingers out, pressing them into my arse. The lubrication made them slide in easily, I moaned loudly as he pressed against my body. I felt the hesitation and knew he wanted silence.
His cock was rock hard.
He moved my arse with his fingers jammed inside me so that his cock could enter my pussy. I gasped as he pushed it inside me, his fingers moving in my arse, pressing against his cock as his rhythm build up. I bit onto my lip hard to ensure silence.
My nipples were burning, he continued to be rough with them, fucking me and fingering my arse without uttering a word.
I was almost going insane, trying to keep quiet for him as he fucked me hard.
It wasn’t long till he released his juices into me, pushing deeper into my arse with his fingers as he drained his seed inside my pussy.
It took a minute to regain his composure. He had fucked me hard, less than five minutes after arriving home and still not a word was spoken.
‘Stand, prepare my shower. You will do so in total silence.’
I stood and made my way upstairs. Master followed soon after, carrying his travel bag, dropping it with a thud on the floor in the dressing room.
I prepared his shower, towels and robe, kneeling to attention for him in the bathroom.
Master entered the room and into the shower.
‘Shower me Sub.’
I stood and entered the shower with him, taking the sponge and gel I began to soap his body, starting with his back as per the normal routine. He stood there, eyes closed, water spilling over him as I stroked the sponge over his back, shoulders, his arse, down each leg and over his feet. As I worked up the front of his legs, he grabbed my head and pushed it into his crotch.
‘Make me hard.’
I opened my mouth and took his flaccid cock inside. My hand moved to cup his balls and stroke them as he leaned back against the wall and groaned. His cock sprang to life quickly, I gently suckled on it, running my lips up and down the shaft gently and slowly whilst massaging his sac. He parted his legs for me. As the hardness grew, I pressed my lips tighter and began to quicken the pace. My finger was now exploring my Masters arse crack, touching and lightly pressing his arse hole, roaming back and forth to his sac. He was guiding my head; his cock had reached its length and was swelling in size. Master quickened the pace, pushing my head harder and harder against his pelvis. His cock was bulging in my mouth, the pressure on it was intense as I began to suck and gasp for breath around it as he fucked my face.
‘Ohhhhhhh Gooooooooddddddddddddddddddddd…’ he screamed as he rammed his cock deep into my throat and released his juice. Harder and harder he pumped until his knees weakened and he almost collapsed onto me.
He pulled away, I swallowed the remainder of his seed and stood up gazing into his eyes. We kissed, hard and passionately as the water drowned us both.
Once I had finished washing him, we stepped from the shower together; he dressed and motioned for me to sit beside him on the bed.
‘So, how was your time without me? I want you to tell me all about it.’
‘Ummm yes Master. It was..umm good,… no… umm it was terrible, I mean it was terrible without you but good.’
I burst into tears and threw myself onto his chest.
‘Ohhh Master, I missed you so much.’
He began to laugh at me, holding me tight he stroked my arms until I calmed down enough to talk again.
He straightened me up, took my nipple in his hand and began to stroke it.
‘So, tell me what happened with the Masters that I left with you.’
I began to tell the story.
‘The first Master was nice to start with, but he was very harsh to me after that. He put me into the cage outside in the garden, he zapped me with electricity and fucked me cruelly. I shuddered as I remembered how he hogtied me above him for the night, how he punched me after torturing me to orgasm many times. Then I remembered how he restrained me and made me clean the house before the second Master arrived.’
‘Mmmm’ was all Master said. His hand moving to the other nipple, massaging and stimulating it while I spoke.
‘The second Master was gentle with me. We explored the grounds outside before swimming and fucking on the lounge outside. He had visitors come and I attended to all their needs whilst they were here. Then they took me outside and tied me to the three poles. They tortured me, fucked me and pleasured themselves with me before leaving me alone with Master. He was gentle with me during the night and took time preparing me for the third Master next day.’
‘Uhh Huh.’ Master was listening intently. Stroking my breast with one hand, the other was between my legs, I parted them and continued to speak.
‘I was left in the dungeon for a very long time restrained tightly before the Master arrived.’ I was getting very wet remembering all the experiences that I had been through over the weekend that Master was away.
I then told Master about the feast that was prepared and how my body was used to serve and pleasure the guests.
‘And now you are back Master.’ I caught my breath as he pushed 3 fingers inside my pussy, moving them under me so that I was sitting on his hand.
‘Yes I am my sweet Sub, and we have some catching up to do.’ He moved another finger inside me, I remained still on the bed as he continued to massage my nipple and explore my pussy with his hand. My legs widely spread for him to use my body as he pleased. I closed my eyes.
‘Yes Master.’
After a minute of gentle fisting, Master pulled away.
‘I think we will adjourn to the Dungeon for a session.’
‘Yes Master.’
Master led me to the dungeon. He placed the cuffs on my wrists and ankles and tightly secured the collar around my neck.
He gagged me with the large ball gag as my juices began to escape down my thighs.
I looked around the room and noticed the horse and massage bed still in the positions that they were used over the weekend.
Master clipped my wrists together and hooked them to a ring above my head. He pulled the rope tightly, raising me to my extreme tiptoes.
‘Legs apart.’
I pushed my legs open as far as I could, barely balancing on one toe, concentrating hard on remaining still for Master.
He was walking around the room as I struggled to remain in position. Moving in front of me, he began to speak.
‘I have spoken to the three Masters who were sent to you over the weekend. They have all given me detailed reports of your co-operation, behavior and standard of submission that you gave to them. I have to tell you that not all reports were favorable Sub, and I am not pleased about this fact.’
My heart was pounding inside my chest. What had they said about me, I bet that cruel first one said the most about me.
‘I have decided to punish you for your infractions, part of which will be in here, and part which include another visit from each of them where you will make up for your poor performance in my presence.’
I was snorting behind the gag, wriggling and squirming to try to explain to him, but there was no use.
He moved behind me, the whip cracking through the air like a gun shot before I felt its stinging assault on my arse.
I screamed loudly into the gag, swinging on my toes, wriggling to move away from the lashes as they hit me.
‘Be still Sub, be still or I will ensure that you are.’
I try hard to stand still but my natural reaction when the whip strikes is to move away and this angers him. I keep turning to look at him and this makes him furious.
He moves close to me, roughly pushing me around till I can feel his breath on my neck.
‘I told you to be still. I fucking told you that you would be sorry if you didn’t.’
I sob loudly; tears stain my cheeks as the pain form the welts and the hurt from upsetting Master curse through me.
Master moves away and back close again.
‘Look straight ahead Sub.’
I lift my head and look at the wall. Master slips the hood over me quickly, before I begin to struggle violently. I hate it, my eyes are covered, only a small hole for my mouth allows air inside and he ties it tightly around my neck.
I am thrashing from the rope holding me up. Screaming into the gag for him to release me but there is no answer.
He is in front of me now, as my thrashing slows he pinches my nipples hard and clamps them. I jump again as the clamps bite into me hard. He then adds weights to the chains, dragging my nipples down further, bringing another cry from inside my hood.
His hands are at my pussy and I am still. I am afraid as he slides his fingers in and parts my lips, he takes each lip and clamps it hard, I squeal and shiver as the weights drop and stretch them downwards.
My legs are open wide, I am swinging, still barely balancing on one toe, straining against the ropes and the weights attached to my nipples and pussy lips.
Master is close again I can feel him.
‘Sub, you will be punished severely whether you like it or not. I have decided to give you a choice so listen carefully.
Choice 1 is to remain as you are and take the whipping/spanking punishment that I give you. Choice 2 is to be lowered to a different position and take your punishment that way.
Think carefully sub, either way you will be punished and it will be painful.’
I try to take in what he has said to me, I can stay hanging or be lowered. Lowered to what position? Which do I want, what is he going to do?
‘I need an answer. Is it 1 or 2, you will tell me by nodding your head when I say the relevant number. Is it position 1?’
I hesitate, panting, arms straining, legs cramping, nipples and pussy lips stretched painfully.
‘Position 2.’
I nod my head. Taking a breath and holding it I nod vigorously, anything to be let down from this position.
‘Very well then.’
The rope is loosened and my feet lowered to the ground. Master pulls my arms down in front of me, squashing the clamps on my nipples against my chest as he roughly moves me around the room.
He pushes me backwards, unclips my cuffs, placing each hand on the arm of the chair.
Oh no, I begin to panic… not the dildo chair.
His fingers reach between my legs, feeling my pussy for moisture, he pushes inside me roughly, bumping and squashing the clamps on my lips as he squelches in my juices. His fingers lube my arse and he moves me backwards. I shake my head as the dildo presses against me, but he pushes my shoulders hard and I scream out as the dildo impales me.
Master works fast, my arms are pulled upwards and tightly cuffed to the top of the chair frame, either side of my head. My breasts push outwards as my back arches to accommodate the huge dildo inside me when he lifts each leg and pulls it wide. The cuffs on my ankles are clipped into position, exposing my pussy and leaving the weights to dangle over the edge of the chair.
I am sweating, panting for breath as pain and pleasure sensations course through me.
Master moves around the room again, leaving me momentarily to settle before returning to his task of punishment.
He grabs my chin and squeezes it hard. Standing to the side of me he has clear access to my body, bringing the crop down hard on my thigh.
I rise from the chair and bang down again, screaming as he holds me tight and cracks the crop onto my right breast.
I can’t get myself into the mindset of being punished whilst in darkness with the hood over my head. Master continues to hold my chin, jamming my head back against the chair as he belts me with the crop over and over.
The weights are bouncing from my extremities, nipples are numb, and pussy lips feel like they are tearing against the tight clamps and heavy weights.
Again and again I jump and jerk the millimeters that I am able to as the agony continues. All the while, the orgasm is building deep inside me and when he presses the vibrator against my clit I feel like I am going to explode.
He pushes it deep inside me, buzzing intensely as he continues to lash my body and I jerk against him. The orgasm comes quickly, I can’t control it at all and I convulse violently when it hits. Master ceases to whip me momentarily as I jerk and spasm, screaming and dribbling with the waves.
Bang!!
I am still.
I am panting.
I am in pain, all over my body.
I am impaled on the dildo, weights attached to my nipples and pussy lips, hood over my head.
I wake to silence, it is cold and I have no way of knowing if I am alone.
I begin to cry.
To be continued……
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