Author: trela|na{Kal}

Subject: M/f, bondage, humiliation, slavery, ws

This story is intended only for education and enjoyment of alternate sexual lifestyles and is not to be released or viewed by minors.

Deepest Pleasures

Black, thick and dense, deep, dark, scary black, impenetrable by the human eye, fear fluttering in her chest as she slowly opens her eyes and sees….nothing. Absolutely nothing at all, pure blackness surrounding her on every side, head twisting to try and look around. Fingertips reaching for eye sockets, feeling to make sure her eyes are open, fear fluttering deep in the pit of her belly as she realizes her eyes are open, and there's not a thing she can see.

Trying not to move, needing to think, every heart beat loud in her ears as she takes in her surroundings. The deep stillness of silence, not a sound to be heard, yet so loud that she could not focus. A shiver racing down her spine as she tries to move, the realization that she is not tied down a huge relief.

Her flesh is not cold, nor hot, but warm, comfortable. Her fingertips touching the cloth of her t-shirt with a sense of urgency, tugging at it in the darkness, making sure it's still snug and covering her. Allowing her hands to drop to her sides as she lays on her back. Fingers creeping out on her right side, trying to feel the edges of the surface she lies on. Feeling nothing but a smooth surface, warm to the touch, nothing to frighten her, yet for some reason she can't understand, making her more afraid than if she had felt cold stone.

Her other hand reaching out as well to her left side, fingers skittering over the smoothness of the floor under her, finding no edges, no mattress, no pillow, just smooth hard surface. Closing her eyes fast as she tries to assimilate this into her head, thoughts swirling, trying to remember the past night, having no concept of the time, or how long she lay on the smooth floor sleeping, if that is what it was she had been doing.

Slowly the past few days coming back to her, her breath catching in her chest, the sound loud in the thick silence of the black room, keeping her eyes closed tightly, somehow strangely comforted by the feeling of them shut, moving to curl onto her side and cradle her head in the crook of her arm, allowing her thoughts to take her back in time a few days.

It was the email she had gotten, thinking it was spam, the contents vague yet compelling, "Are you submissive? Do you have what it takes to please a Dominant? Are you as strong inside as you like to make people believe you truly are, or does your strength lie in pleasing Others? Do you wish to find the answers to these questions? Do you feel an emptiness inside that can only be filled by the control of a Strong Person controlling you? If you have answered yes to any of these questions and you truly wish to find the inner you that you seek yet cannot find, reply to this email, Instructions will follow, no fee will be taken from you other than that which you wish to offer in your submission of your gift in pleasing Those more Dominant than you are. Email now, find the pleasures you've been missing out on all this time."

The fluttering in her belly as she had read those words, the fear that made her heart race as she realized she had answered yes to at least 3 of those questions, the need she felt to not try to be so strong all the time and learn to trust in herself that someone else could be stronger than her. Hitting reply to that email , filling in the blanks required, email address, times available to reply back, job hours, nothing to personal, no real info, no real names exchanged, just a simple reply, nothing to come of it…right?

She whimpers as she rolls over in the dark room, trying to stop her thoughts, remembering it all very slowly, the reply after that first night. The letter that asked for more info on her, her age, health issues, family status, still nothing to personal. All stuff she could answer honestly, hitting reply and going on about her life as usual, not really giving it much thought. Then the letters that got more in depth, asking her to write out a fantasy she's always had, a sexual one. Her whole face burning as she answered that letter, trying to be as detailed as it asked for. Her fingers fumbling over her keyboard keys as she struggled to be as honest in her fantasy life as she was in her real life.

Sending that off and curling in her bed, not able to believe she had just told a personal fantasy to total strangers, one so rough and sexual at the same time.

Her hands rubbing at her arms as she hears the soft beep of incoming mail, the magnetic pull of her computer as it calls her back. Reading the new reply, asking her if she was truly and honestly ready to begin a journey of discovery about her true self, and if she trusted in herself enough to give total control over to others in this journey. Gasping in horror at the thought, drawing far back from her pc as she chewed at already ragged nails. Letting herself truly think about her life as it currently stood, the emptiness, endless dating of men she had no desire to ever see again, no real close family, nothing to lose, and after all, they were not asking her for money, just her time, what could she lose, and better yet…what could she gain?

Quickly answering yes, providing the letter with her personal address and phone #, her teeth chattering in shock at herself as she crawled into bed that night, refusing to believe what she had just done.

Real life took her concentration over the next few days as she forgot all about the strange email, shock hitting her again as she returned home 4 days later to find a package in her mail box with 2 small pills. The only instructions were to be prepared in 2 days time, prepared to be gone for in indeterminate length of time, the thrill of fear that curled at her senses, knowing that this was her choice, and following the directions to a T, having all her personal issues taken care of in record speed, taking the 2 small pills at 9 pm on the given night, crawling into bed in a t –shirt and panties and slowly drifting off to sleep.

Now…waking in this place...the dark so deep, she can barely breathe for the heaviness of it, her senses very alert. The sound of footsteps coming from somewhere on the other side of a wall making her suddenly sit up, her hands grasping at her t-shirt over her breasts, feeling her entire body tense up trying to prepare herself for the next step of this strange journey into which she thrust herself.

Chapter 2

The girl sits up, arms wrapping around her upper body in fear as she hears the sound of a doorknob turning, eyes fixated towards the deep grating sound, blinking as light filters into the deep black she is sitting in, unable to see anything other than shadows in the doorway, the bright light behind the figure blinding her, her hand raising to block the light, unwittingly letting go of her t-shirt that she had held on to so tightly for safety.

Hearing the sound of the boots on the floor, approaching her slowly, resonating in her senses, each thud to the floor making her body jerk slightly, the sound of her own voice whimpering from trembling lips.

The sound startles her, fingertips pressing to suddenly dry lips, pressing in, nails giving her the feeling of pain that helps her focus and not skitter backwards on the floor. The figure stops before her, boots so close to her knees she can feel the heat of them, eyes slowly trailing up long legs and over a broad chest, her breath catching as her head has to tilt back to see the face of the Man who has approached her, mewing out in fear at the look of coldness in His eyes, her belly twisting in a knot as she struggles to rise, her hands pushing against the floor in an effort to stand before Him in some feeble show of strength, gasping out as she hears Him speak, "down, bitch, on your knees, where you belong."

Eyes growing wide in her face as she slowly comprehends what He just said to her, a look of anger crosses her features as she opens her mouth to reply, a scream escaping her throat as her senses reel from the feel of His hand backhanding her, "I said knees, bitch, I suggest you learn this lesson right now, before I have to teach it again, you will not like the second time."

Knees slowly folding beneath her, her hand caressing her bruised cheekbone, tears springing hotly to her eyes, unable to believe she is obeying this voice she doesn't even know, the solidity of the floor beneath her shins gives her a strange sense of comfort, even as her mind rebels.

Hands rubbing at her upper arms, head shaking rapidly to clear her thoughts as she hears Him speak again, "good girl, you respond well, hopefully you will not need to many corrections, most are worse than the one you just received, you need to remember you signed yourself over to us for a time that we shall determine. you will either pass or fail, find yourself or lose a piece of yourself to us, but regardless, you will leave this place either secure in who you are, or wishing you had taken more time to learn. I am not gentle, I am not caring, I am not here to be your lover, I am here to teach you and guide you in finding your 'belly', that place deep in yourself that responds to a Man's strict control, the need you have that flickers to respond to my telling you what to do, the sweet release you will find as you discover and accept this, in yourself, in all ways.

"I may hurt you, I may allow you pleasure, but whatever I do to you, you will learn to enjoy, and crave with your whole being, it will not be –me- you crave, it will be the control a strong Dominant person can give you that allows you to finally be free in yourself."

As he finished speaking, he turned to leave, walking away from the girl huddled on the floor caressing a tender face , her voice cries out to Him, "please...please stop, please, I have questions, I'm confused, I have to…there are...hygiene issues I need to take care of, please do not leave me like this".

The man turns and returns to standing before the girl on the floor, t-shirt, and panties her only protection from His gaze, His voice speaking to her as if from a distance, "lights will be turned on in here, left on at all times, until you adjust to what you are about to learn. It is a big adjustment, and I realize you may need some time, understand that not much will be granted. I am not here to cater to you, but to teach you to cater to the whims of others. At all times you will notice a bucket in one corner of the room. That is your bathroom for the time being. There will be fresh cloths and water brought in every 2 hours for you. In another corner, you will see two bowls, these are for you to eat from. You will not use your hands. You will bend over the dishes and eat like a pet, a pet who needs to learn her place. Be fully warned that if you go against these orders, you will find yourself strictly punished."

She gasps out as she hears Him, tears falling down her cheeks as her eyes scan the room, seeing the items He has pointed out to her, body recoiling, mind rebelling against the thought of what He is saying to her. Unable to utter a single sound as He turns to leave, the solid thud of the door behind Him and the click of the lock. The last sounds she hears other than her own breathing as she scampers to the far wall and pulls her knees to her chest, her arms wrapping around them , trying to find a way out of what she has just realized may be the worst thing she has ever done in her life. Struggling to ignore the small niggling worm at the back of her mind that tells her she is greatly, greatly needing to allow herself to experience this. The flutter in her heart that she tries to stop, not wanting to believe she can possibly ever do these humiliating things. Her eyes slowly drift shut as she cries herself to sleep, body curled against the wall, her thoughts running rampant in her short nap.

Chapter 3

Slowly she opens her eyes, stretching out her sore body having lain on the floor for so long that her muscles were cramped and sore.

A yawn leaving her lips, hand reaching up to press to her mouth as she looks around, trying to orient herself, her cheek still throbbing and sore from the Man's hand, rolling over onto her side and pushing herself upwards, trying to ignore the pressure she feels in her bladder, her eyes shooting a glance over at the corner, knowing she could never do that, the tip of her tongue licking out at her lips, thirst being one of her top priorities.

Slowly pushing herself to her feet and feeling a wave of fear tingling it's way down her spine as she remembers what happened to her the last time she stood on her feet, her eyes shooting around quickly as she wraps her arms around her belly, thinking quietly to herself, "who's going to know , there are no cameras in here, and if I hear the door knob turn, I can always fall to my knees, I can beat this man at his own little game, there's no way I'm going to use a bucket to empty my bladder or crawl on the floor for a man or any other people."

The words spin around and around in her head as she moves over to the dishes set against the wall, long hair cascading in waves down her body, reminding her she has no personal effects with which to fix herself up with, only the t-shirt and panties she wears, her flesh chilled, even in this warm room.

She stops at the wall, eyes peeking down at the dishes, remembering His words to her about her hands, nibbling on her lower lip as she ponders her quandary. Eyes looking carefully around the room, she slowly sinks to her knees, feeling them press into the hard surface of the smooth tiles, eyes closing as she tries to get past her fear of the punishments he spoke of, finally taking a deep breath and leaning down, her bottom lifting into the air as her breasts sway forward in her t-shirt, nipples small and hard against the cotton material that encases them, her hand reaching up to grasp at her hair as it falls in a thick curtain over her face, lowering her tongue into the cool water and lapping like a puppy, heat flushing her face as she tries to close out the image of herself doing this, yet unable to ignore the swirling in her belly at the idea that she was being treated such, her tongue making moist noises as it swirls it's way around the bowl, quenching her thirst.

Quickly she sits up and swipes at her chin with the back of her hand, eyes darting to the door to make sure it's still closed tightly, the water having settled into her bladder, the throbbing of needing to go becoming stronger and stronger. The girl slowly rises up from the water dish that she just emptied and winces slightly as she starts to pad to the other corner where the bucket sits, looking down at it in total horror, seeing the soft cloths setting beside it, shame coloring her features at the thought of what he means for her to do, the low cramping in her belly making her wince as her toes curl into the floor, her thoughts so focused on staring down into the bucket that she does not hear the sound of the door opening, the sudden hot searing pain in her bottom as she is smacked and her hair is pulled back sharply, screaming out, back arching backwards as her hands fly back at her assailant, feeling her air cut off as his arm closes around her throat, holding her tight to His chest, shoulder blades pressed against His solid bulk, the sound of His voice in her ear all she can hear…

"I thought I had taught you a lesson the first time cunt, not to ever stand on your feet, until you have fully learned your place, but I can obviously see you are more stubborn than I thought, I guess it's time for another lesson from Me...for you".

And with those words He tightens His arm around d her neck, fully cutting off her air until her nails were clawing at His arm, trying to scream out, growing dizzy as she sees spots before her eyes, her knees buckling quickly, falling to the floor , the pain searing in it's intensity as her bones press to the tiles. Crying out hoarsely as He releases her, body folding forward, sobbing out, her throat sore and swollen, her tears pooling on the floor as they drip down her cheeks and off her chin, wiping at her face fast, her embarrassment thorough and complete, screaming out in fear as she feels Him grasp her hair, pulling her upwards. Feeling like an animal as she feels her hands reach up and curl around His wrist, trying to loosen His hold as he keeps pulling, bending her backwards. Eyes staring up at His face, wide with horror, trying to stop sobbing, feeling her nose run and her salty tears soaking her face. His words hammering into her skull as he shakes her at every word.

"You are –not- to be on your feet bitch, ever, at any time until I give you the ok to be. We are going to teach you to listen and obey if it's all I have to do to try to get through to you".

With those words she feels His hand creeping down over her breasts, not touching her, barely there, until reaching her belly, pressing in on her , just above her belly button in smooth downward strokes, up and down, over and over.

"Now...I'm going to teach you what punishment is. I assume you were standing over here because you were trying to work up the courage to use the bucket, which tells me you have to piss. I'm here to help you do that, to teach you that nothing you do from now on will be hidden or private from anyone, especially me as your trainer."

Gasping out at Him, His hand putting more and more pressure on her belly, feeling the cramping pain, her eyes squeezing shut as she tries to shake her head at Him. "no no no no no…oh you can not be doing this to me…no, oh no, please…no, I did not sign up for this, oh please, nonono.." . Her voice trails off as He puts extra pressure on her, sobbing out, trying to fold forward, her entire body shaking with the pain and humiliation he is trying to force her into, trying to find a safe spot in her mind and let this all go, the blackness enfolding her quickly as she finds herself growing faint and weak…….

Chapter 4

The pressure grows in her belly , each down stroke of His hand on her lower stomach pushing on her bladder. She sobs out with a loud sound as she swipes at Him with her fingernails, wanting to hurt, needing to get away, hair caught in His grip so tightly that her skin is pulled taut on her face.

Screaming out as His hand leaves her belly and strikes her breasts, the heated flush creeping over then under the soft cotton of her t-shirt, raw and sore, eyes flying open, glittering with unshed tears as He then returns to pushing on her belly.

His voice whispering in her ear in a dark monotone, "I'm going to teach you , you little bitch, exactly what it means to feel ashamed of your actions. You are being punished, and you will accept that fact. If you ever strike out at me again, I will slap more than your breasts. You will have a spanking that will leave you laying on your belly for days. Now come on, baby, let go, pee on the floor for me. You can do it. Let go, give me the control that I seek. You know you want to. Once you do, this will be over and forgotten. You will be forgiven and allowed to move on to other things".

Trying to shake her head, body trembling, the cramping severe in her belly as He keeps pushing on her bladder, her face hot with shame and tears, snot running down from her nose as she tries to wipe at her face. Every movement only increasing the pressure on her bladder as he bows her back harder with a hard pull in her long hair.

She screams out and feeling her own hot pee running down her ass cheeks as she finally feels her bladder let go. Hysterically crying, trying to catch her breath as she hears the hissing of it as it strikes the tiles. Her hands flying up to cover her face, sobbing into them, never in her life having felt so dirty and ashamed, thinking that this is the end of her and she will never want to be seen again.

Suddenly she feels His hand stroking the side of her face, her bruised cheek. His fingertips softly caressing her, His voice making soothing sounds as she sobs, body trembling, her hair released as He pulls her against His chest and rubs her back. Allowing her to cry unheeded for a few minutes, until His voice and words penetrate her psyche, "good girl, very good little girl, you did it. You took your punishment. That's it, baby, let it go, feel the pleasure you have been allowed in pleasing me. It's over now, and hopefully it will not have to be repeated. You will be free to use the bucket, and you should have learned now that my word is law".

Her hiccups echo back at her from His chest as she listens to His strangely soothing words, finding herself wanting to curl into the warmth and kindness He is offering. His hands making her body feel calm again. The hot stench of her own urine striking her nose as she crinkles it and buries it in His chest, only to whimper out as she is pushed away, eyes looking up at His long legs as He rises from His squatting position, her own arms wrapping around her upper body at the sudden chill that His releasing her has left behind.

"Now then, it's almost dinner time, I will see you later, little girl. I expect that mess to be cleaned up. Normally you would be cleaning such a mess with your dirty little mouth, but we can save that in case you have issues cleaning up your language. For now use the clothes and place them in the laundry basket next to them. You will have your chore time later. You can wash them then. When I return, we will see what you have learned, and perhaps you will get a chance to speak, if I find your attitude pleasing."

With that He turns on His heels and strides out of the dimly lit room, closing the door solidly behind Him and leaving her huddled by her own puddle of pee on the floor, tear streaked and straggly from her punishment. Slowly turning and reaching for a cloth, dipping it in the bowl of fresh water as she places it over her flushed face, trying to stop her tears as she rests her aching cheek in the crook of her palm, quietly wiping up the urine on the floor and trying not to gag at the thought of having to lick that up, knowing she would revolt and probably earn more pain. Placing the cloth in the basket and slowly moving to rise and move to the corner she has made her sleeping corner, paling as she suddenly drops back to the floor, her head spinning with a just learned lesson. Crawling on her hands and knees like an animal over to the corner, ignoring the small sensation in the back of her head that keeps reminding her of how pleasant it was to be told "good girl", and feel His gentle caresses after the pain He had given her. Her fingers tangling in her messy hair as she curls on her side and closes her eyes to rest until her Trainer returns to the room.

Chapter 5

Slowly coming to awareness, jolting upright as she remembers the humiliation of the past hours, rubbing her hands over her face as she tries to not open her eyes, thinking, pressing her forehead to her knees, letting the feelings that are in her head flow through her with flitting images, the feeling of helplessness she felt when He held her hair and forced her to do such naughty things for Him, the feeling of safety and security as He called her a good girl and held her close against His chest, allowing her to cry, the sweet release of tears as they washed down her face when she finally let her sobs out, the icy coldness that settled over her when He finally pushed her away and walked from her, trying to ignore the fact that all she had wanted to do at that time was crawl after Him, yes crawl, god she wanted to crawl after a man and beg Him to stay with her, hold her and teach her, all this confusion, what was happening to her?!

She slowly crawls, her body aching, over to her water dish. Seeing that it had been replenished while she slept, wondering why she did not wake, reaching up and gathering her hair into her hand so it does not get wet as she laps at the sweet cool water. Not even thinking twice about her actions, until she notices the dish of food and the scent of it, her belly rumbling with hunger. Tilting her head as she ponders how to eat this and stay clean at the same time. Noting that it is some sort of stew, chunks of potato and meat floating in a rich creamy broth. Whimpering as the scent makes her feel weak with hunger, yet not wanting to eat it with out her hands or silverware. Cheeks flaming with heat, eyes flickering to the door, her belly cramping at the thought of more punishment. She slowly creeps closer to the food dish. The steam, warm and fragrant, as it curls up at her nose. Mouth watering, looking around quickly and ducking her face down to lick at the broth. The richness of it on her tongue causing her to lap faster, taking all she can get. Tilting her head slightly to wrap soft lips around a small chunk of potato as she slowly sucks it into her mouth. Sitting back on her heels as the taste settles over her, heavenly and sinful at the same time. The hot broth dripping down her chin as she chews, unable to stop it, hunger making her eat rapidly finally. Lips and tongue working at the stew as if they had always known how to, so intent on filling her hungry belly that she does not hear the door opening or the boots that approach her, stopping behind her.

Not knowing that the Man is watching the beast as she laps at the bowl of stew. Soft whimpers leaving her lips as she gets her fill, one hand still curled around her long locks, keeping them safely out of the way. A soft cry leaving her lips as she suddenly feels a hand on her shoulder and jerks upright, all hunger forgotten, head bucking up, eyes flashing to His face, her tongue rolling over her lips, dabbing at the corners of them, shameful pink color heating her cheekbones as she sees the smile curling up the corners of His lips. "Well, well, well girl, I see you ate like you are supposed to. Very good, I am pleased with you".

With these words she feels her belly unknot, her body settling back, eyes glued to His hands as he reaches into the bag he carries and hands her a brush. "Now make yourself presentable. I wish to look at you. You have 10 minutes to present yourself to me. You may use the clean water and clothes that are over by your bucket".

She gasps as she reaches for the brush and blinks at His words, tugging the brush through long snarled locks, eyes watering as she tries to get her hair smooth and straight again, feeling it settle over her body like a soft warm cloud, looking around quickly and crawling to her bucket, the heavy sway of her breasts in her t-shirt making her well aware of the fact that she is barely dressed in front of this man, trying to hurry, knowing His eyes are watching her movements, somehow that thought is making it much harder for her to move, the heat in her lower belly making her wonder if she is getting ill.

Dipping a cloth in the water in the dish by her bucket and washing her face, drying it of all tears and food drippings. Groaning at herself for having been caught in such a state. Relaxing as she feels clean and presentable again. Turning, she slowly crawls over towards the man, not sure at all how she is to present herself to Him. Eyes wide in her face as she sees Him lift his hand to stop her from moving "Stop girl".

She stops and looks at Him.

"I want you to listen to me and listen closely. In case you have not noticed, you are still dressed. Wearing clothing in front of a male in doors is a privilege. One you have not yet earned, and in time, perhaps one you will enjoy not having. I expect you naked. Your panties are soiled. You had not removed them when I punished you. I am assuming with all that is going on you have not noticed any of this. You will be forgiven this once. Now, you have 3 minutes left. I suggest you get your ass in gear".

She gasps, pulling back, mind swirling, "naked!" He expects her to be naked for Him! Oh …no no no that is not possible. She must have heard wrong. Being naked was never a part of this deal. No, it was not, she would have balked. Only her boyfriend had ever seen her naked. This could not be happening. Her thoughts spinning out of control, not noticing the passage of the 3 minutes as she stared at the floor with her arms wrapped around her belly until she suddenly felt the sharp pain in her scalp as He yanked her head back by her hair.

"Time's up, cunt. You did not choose to obey me. We will fix that".

And with that, he removes a sharp blade from his pocket and proceeds to draw it up her thigh, the blade turned away from her flesh. Her heart stopping as she flinches back. "Oh, My God. NO, don't, You never told me I had to be naked! I can't be naked! I can't I can't I can't".

"You can, and you will, cunt. That is how I wish it, and what I wish is always what happens, especially with little sluts like you. Being naked can be either very freeing or very humiliating, depending on the situation. Because of your slowness, you may find this very humiliating, that's tough for you".

The blade of His knife cuts her panties free from her thigh, sliding right through the soft cotton. Her breath totally stopping as her mind goes blank, feeling the soft material falling from her body, leaving her defenseless as His knife slides between her breasts. His fingers holding her head back, taut. Her pulse very evident in the crook of her neck as he slices right through her t-shirt, baring her breasts to Him, her nipples small and pink on her heaving chest. Hands flying up by instinct to block her body from view, material pooling on the floor around her bottom as her back is arched back. Pain flashing red in her head as she is slapped, a hard slap to the sides of her breasts with the flat of His knife.

"Hands down. NOW, cunt. Don't you EVER block your body from my view. If you do, you may wish you were dead by the time I finish with you".

Her hands dropping to her sides as she struggles to hide her face in shame. Her entire body bared to His view, chest heaving , sobs building in her throat,….unwilling to think of what may be next as she feels His gaze sliding over her body, up and down, up and down, His fingers tightening their hold on her hair slowly, ever so slowly…..

Chapter 6

The girl feels her body answering to His ever tightening hold on her long locks, back bowed so soft breasts offered up to Him for His hand to touch, maul, hurt or stroke, cheeks flooded with warm color, her breathing most embarrassing as she realizes she's panting, not willing to admit to herself that this even turns her on in the smallest way, but unable to ignore the clenching of her cunt muscles as they grip at the air, a moist swirling of heat that seems to roll through her in waves.

She feels His fingers loosen their hold, her body staying in position, unable to do much more than raise her gaze to His face and try to breath, every nerve ending ready for His hands striking her as her body stiffens, the fact that she is naked a fact she prefers not to think about.

"Now then, bitch, let's see the canvas of flesh that we have to play with."

He steps back; she can feel His gaze stroking her body, causing her to visibly quiver as He looks her over, her nipples feeling tight and hard as blood rushes into her aureola, feeling it pucker, wrinkling with some feeling she can't quite explain, blushing as she feels her shoulders pull back and offer Him more of her soft skin, eyes slowly closing as He draws his gaze over her, her thigh muscles feeling strained as she keeps them open for Him, the slick moisture that seeps out of her body something she can easily ignore until she feels His hand touching her, a gasp leaving her lips in shock, head falling back as His fingers explore her breasts, smoothly pushing on them and tugging on her nipples, weighing them in His palm, flicking His nail over her nipples, a small scream escaping her lips as she feels His nail slowly sinking into the tender pink flesh of one hard bud.

"Oh..that hurts, oh please don't hurt me, that hurts, Sir, oh it hurts, please I have not done anything wrong, I am staying in position, oh please no pain."

He laughs.

Her body crawls with fear, hands clenching at her hips, wanting to hide herself from His view but not willing to face the fears He's sending into her body in small pulsing beats. Her words having only made His nail sink in harder, back arching, flashes of light behind her eyelids as her lips part.

She squeals out.

"Ah, such a pretty little thing you are, such tender hard little nipples, you are going to be one bitch that is fun to train. You will learn that not all pain is for punishment purposes, and not all punishment includes pain; it is for me to control, and for you to accept, allow this pain to help you explore yourself, take your fingers, open that cunt for me, spread those lips wide."

She shakes her head no, hearing His words, the pulsing beat in her nipple causing her to have issues thinking, His grip becoming tighter on her small bud, throbbing deep inside her, one trembling hand coming up to slide down her thigh, palm sweaty with embarrassment, fingertips icy cold against the flush of her flesh's surface, gasping out in a soft moan as her fingers find her slick cunt, the tuft of hair over her lips already moist with seepage, hips rolling more forward to her touch, face flooding with color as she tries to twist her head to the side only to feel His grip on her hair shaking her, a small warning to hold still as His nail cuts into her, drawing forth a yelp.

Shock reverberates through her spine as she strokes wet pussy lips, spreading her own moisture over her body's surface, slick and slimy, thick and warm, cooling fast as her hips roll back and forth, eyes sliding shut as her mind escapes into the pleasure she is experiencing, able even to ignore the pain in her nipple. His fingers starting to roll it, frissons of some weird, tingly warmth crawling down her belly as her breathing reaches her ears, and she fingerfucks her body for the pleasure of this man, her first time doing such in front of another person, crying out as her fingers touch to a swollen clit, feeling it poke out hard and tight from its hood, thighs parting even wider, His grip on her hair loosening as she loses herself in the pleasure, pressing on that tiny button, hips bucking upwards as heat starts to cover her in mottled colors, her body shaking as the crux of need rises inside her, suddenly she feels His fingers close around her wrists, pulling them high above her body, hips still fucking, fucking like a slut at the air, wet cunt lips parted and swollen as she offers her body so wantonly to Him.

"Oh no, please…oh, don't stop me, please, Sir, please, the pleasure is so strong, so heavy, I need to touch, please don't stop me, fuck, fuck, please I need this, oh my body feels so swollen and ripe."

"Ahhhh, such a good little slut you are, but mmmm….no, I do not think now is the time for you to be allowed release, you have not earned that reward yet, I simply wanted to see how well you react to fear and control."

He holds her wrists tighter, ignoring the fact that her body is writhing beneath Him, her soft cries heated and dry as she struggles to go over the precipice she had carried her body to, anger flashing in her head at His words, not allow her release? What the hell is this man speaking of, NOT ALLOW her to cum? Like He could stop her, her body was not His, could not be His, she would not allow it!

Tightening down her muscles harder, riding the waves of pleasure that coursed through her system, the edge so close, so very, very close as her panting reaches a high level, screaming out suddenly as she feels the sharp *SLAP* to her cheek, reeling backwards, all thoughts of pleasure leaving her mind as she falls to her side and wraps her fingers around her face, released from His grip as He slaps her, sobbing out in anger, fear, denial, and some sort of strange hungry need that is coursing through her, her knees pulling up to her chin as she curls a throbbing body into a tight ball at His feet, tears once again coursing down her cheeks.

"Time for me to take my leave once again. When I return, little slut, you will crawl to my feet and present yourself to me; I suggest you take the next few hours to rest, drink and eat, you are shaping up really well, I am quite pleased with you. Do not touch yourself, in any way, in any sexual manner that seeks to orgasm, if you do, you will pay, and pay dearly."

So saying, He turns and walks out, the solid clicking of the lock causing her to twitch in a ball on the floor, quiet sobs carrying her into a safe small sleep, her thoughts spinning out of control in her head.

Chapter 7

She slowly lifts her head from her arm, her tears having dried upon her cheeks, body throbbing and quite sore from the clenching of her muscles that he had caused, her cunt moist and warm at the apex of creamy thighs, hand slowly sliding down over the flat of her belly as she explores her body, making sure she understands what just happened to her, eyes closing as her fingers explore, the tender swell of her breasts as she massages her nipples, the slick wetness of her cunt lips as her hand rapidly pulls back with a small mewing sound in her throat, unable to stop the lifting of her hips to her fingers, gasping out as she covers her face and thinks "what am I doing, what am I becoming, what is he doing to me, my emotions, my thoughts, all I want right now is to be fucked, filled with hot pulsing meat, my body has this craving to ride something, I can't breath, I can't move, I'm like a sexual animal suddenly, and all because He told me I can not cum or touch myself, why would that happen to me and why can't I disobey Him, why, why, why do I CARE ?"

She rolls over and moves to a crawling position, making her way to the corner and eyeing the bucket she's supposed to use, gaze flicking to the door as she slowly squats over the bucket, her body trembling at such a task, making sure to keep her eyes glued to the doorknob as she slowly feels her bladder empty, the hot hissing sound making her cheeks burn hot, muscles pushing the urine out of her body quickly so she can be done before he returns, reaching for a fresh towel and wetting it as she cleans herself and moves as far from the bucket as she can, moving to the opposite wall and lapping at the water, thinking how natural this has all become in such a short time, the lapping from a water bowl, voiding her bladder into a bucket, obeying orders, her thoughts out of control as she ponders what else there is to become and experience.

Her head flies up as she hears the door opening, hands quickly wiping at her chin, seeing His boots appear in the doorway, eyes looking at His face, feeling like a little animal, kneeling there by her water dish, wiping at her wet chin, heart slamming in her throat as she remembers his last words, "present herself" what did that mean, ohgod, how does she present herself if she's never done it, but who can hurt her for trying? Right??

The girl moves towards His feet, crawling, her breasts feeling heavy and quite full under her body as they sway, the tickle of air over her already sensitive nipples making her hips sway a bit more, stopping as she reaches where He stands, her body moving to kneel before Him, hands not sure where to go, fluttering in the air before placing them down over her closed thighs, eyes peeking up at Him quite nervously, her long hair falling back from a flushed face. He looks down at her, seeing the girl try to do as she can, His fingers twining in her hair and pulling her head back so he can see the long expanse of her neck, her pulse beating erratically as she feels her nerves tighten from His movements , fingers curling tighter into her creamy thigh flesh as He suddenly takes the tip of His boot and pushes her thighs wider, gasping out as her hands almost cover her sex, remembering last time she twists them together and pulls them to her belly.

His boot continuing to widen her thighs, muscles quivering as He exposes her, her slick cunt lips spreading open to His gaze, a smile curling up the corners of His lips.

"Good girl."

Her heart stops at those words, a sudden urge to hear them more causing her to push her own body wider open to Him, hands coming up to cup her breasts, arching them up to His gaze, the nipples hot pink in color as blood rushes right to small gem hard nubs.

He chuckles.."very good girl."

Her body jerks at the words, and she gasps out, her own head falling back, needing more of whatever feelings it is He's causing her body to experience, watching His free hand come to her body, His fingertips ever so slowly circling her wrinkled aureola, her back arching deeper, needing more of His touch, crying out hoarsely as she feels the tip of His boot press to already swollen cunt lips, her hips pushing wantonly towards the feeling, His whispering voice making her tingle everywhere

"Such a good little girl you are. Let's see how deep you can go, how much pain and pleasure you can take and if you are able to turn your pain into pleasure. It's ok, little girl, don't be frightened, this lesson may be one you enjoy, you've been a very good girl and I am proud of you. I can smell that you were able to use the bucket and clean yourself well; you will clean the bucket later, or we shall see if you need it as a punishment. If I were you, I would keep pleasing me, little bitch, you can see that that causes us both much better rewards. Now turn from me and offer me a view of the holes I am going to torture and pleasure today."

Her eyes fly open , hearing Him, breath stopping in her throat, mind gone blank, "Turn? Present my holes to him?? Holes??? No this is NOT happening, that hole..no, I can not do this, I can't, I can not offer Him a view of that part of my body, oh I can't, I just can't, who does He think he is!!!??"

Feeling His fingers tighten around her exposed throat as He sees her hesitate, slowly squeezing the breath out of her, eyes flying to His face, her fear evident, feeling the very air she breaths being blocked from her as she raises her hands and curls them around His wrist, hearing the low menace in His voice as he says one last time… "I suggest you obey me…this instant…..cunt"……

Chapter 8

Taking a deep breath, His voice sounds like liquid steel as it flows over her senses, His fingers controlling every breath she takes, eyes growing wider and wider as she feels herself start to reel, growing dizzier by the second, gasping dryly as He releases her enough to let her get a small bit of air. His eyes drilling into her skull, body twisting away from Him in readiness to obey, just needing her neck released, feeling Him toss her aside like so much garbage as He sees her starting to obey, falling to the floor in a small heap , quickly trying to right herself as she presses a flushed cheek to the floor, her throat aching and swollen, the cool air flowing down it like a god send, her long hair pooling over her head in waves of color as she parts creamy thighs towards Him, the puffy lips of her cunt exposed, flesh tight and pink with embarrassment as she pulls her fingers to her head to curl in to fists against her lips.

"Reach back , fingers on your ass cheeks, pull yourself open to me."

The voice hitting her deep in her belly, making her cringe as she grasps the meaning of them, wanting not to do this, not daring to disobey again, trembling hands reaching back, her long nails sinking into her bottom cheeks, pulling her soft flesh open for Him, nails leaving red moon shapes on her inner butt cheeks, her tiny dark star exposed to Him, a sob escaping her lips as she realizes just how much she craves to please this Man, not be hurt again, yet wanting, deep inside herself, to feel pain, mixed with pleasure, the pain He gave her as he squeezed her clit, her body open and bared, tears leaking out of her eyes to pool on the floor beneath her cheek, nipples mashed under her on the floor, throbbing and hard, breasts swollen with every beat of her heart as she struggles to stay still.

She cries out with a deep cry as she feels His touch suddenly, His nail running down her spine, into the bow of her back, trailing up over the rounded curves of her bottom and down the crack of it, stopping just above her dark hole, her muscles clenching, vibrating, wanting to crawl away, not having the strength to, unable to stand the new sensations flooding through her.

"I read you are a virgin in this hole, little slut, we are about to fix that."

Her head lifts at those words, fear racing through her veins.

"Fix it? What do you mean…oh..nono no, please,oh god, don't hurt me, please Sir, please don't hurt me , I've been good, I'm trying, I swear I am."

She cringes as she hears Him chuckle, His voice reverberating down her spine.

"Did I say I was going to hurt you, lil girl? You are learning that even pain can be pleasurable."

With that He starts pressing his finger into her ass, her ring clenching, trying to keep him out, hissing out through clenched teeth, eyes squeezing shut, her body betraying her as it starts to push back, a soft whimper in her throat as she feels His hand curl under her, over her wet cunt, His fingers delving into her, feeling how aroused she is.

"Mmmm, just what I like to feel, an aroused sexy little bitch, c'mon, baby, push back to me, that's a good girl, such a good little girl, give yourself over to me, there's a sexy slut, just a lil more, ahhh such a good little babydoll you are."

She hears Him, barely able to move, her entire body trembling as she feels His thumb push harder, gasping out as she pushes back to Him, her hips swaying, crying out as the touch is removed suddenly and a loud smack hits her hip.

"Stop, enough, you are exactly as I thought you were, a hungry little cunt; tell me baby, tell me what you want."

Her head spinning, she looks back at him,long hair tousled around her flushed hungry face, her body bare and exposed to him, feeling the tickling trickle of her own body's cream dripping down her inner thighs as her clit starts to throb out of its protective hood, whispering very quietly, "I want you to take me, use me, fuck me, make me realize totally how much of a whore I can be, hurt me please, Sir, please teach me, please make me cry out in pain and pleasure, please Sir, I'm a slut, a cunt, a whore , I need to do this, oh god pleaseeeeeeeeeeee…"

Her begging fading off with her pleas as she feels Him move to her side, his fingers forcing themselves into her wet cunt, muscles spasming around them, sucking at them, her body pushing back, taking what he offers, nails ripping into her ass cheeks, pulling her body more fully open to His view, gasping as pleasure makes her rock on her knees.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, oh Sir, fuck yes please, oh god, I need this, I need a hard wanton fuck!"

She screams out as tears are flooding down her cheeks, offering Him her final submission, the total release of tears and sobbing, nostrils flaring as her body becomes under His control, His free hand kneading under one soft breast, bruising it as He squeezes, the pain causing her to push harder to His fingers inside her, clit about to explode.

"Oh, god, I'm going to cum, I'm going to explode, please Sir, I'm going to cum!"

With those words all sensation stops, he pulls back and steps away from her, her body convulsing on the floor, His hand gripping her hair, pulling her head back and up, throat exposed, heart beat evident in the crook of her neck, His open palm striking her face, marking her with His fingers, a red splotchy mark from the strong slap, all movement stopping, eyes opening wide, her hands flying up to her face in shock.

"You will NOT cum, you will obey me, and stop right now, you are not allowed that final release until –I- decide you are, STOP NOW!"

She shudders and folds forward, belly cramping sharply, unable to continue, her face against His feet, tears soaking into his boots, body a quivering mass of warmth and cold sensations, as she feels his words hit her center, the desire raging raw in her veins, unable to find release, thighs open as her hips fuck the air, letting her mind slip into a dark place to hide, her hands gripping at His ankles as she sobs.