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-=[ The Toy 2/2 ]=-
He was gone long enough, deliberately or not, to make me wonder about
all the different, nasty things that could be done to a naughty sub. I
curled up in a ball, facing the door, so as not to get any more
'surprises', the previous one in the bathroom having left a two inch
wide welt running around my thigh to my ass, like some sort of bizarre
tattoo. I wasn't fooling myself; I knew he was capable of breaking me,
of making me his once and for all. Truthfully that's what I wanted,
but I knew that unless I pushed every button, found out exactly what I
could and couldn't get away with, there was no way I could succumb to
him. So far, silly bitch you haven't gotten away with a single
thing....anymore questions? I berated myself in my mind, and as I so
often do, became so unaware of my surroundings during my inner tirade
that I didn't know he was standing over me until he spoke.
"I have a fun little game, slaveslut.... you once said that you didn't
think a man could render you helpless unless 'you let him'. Well
here's the game. I have in this bag, a very large dildo, that I'm
getting ready to shove in that tight little ass of yours,"--that got my
undivided attention--"and a chastity belt, with a vibrator attached,
that I have the control to. Both holes filled, and you with no way of
getting yourself off. There will be no more orgasms for you, unless I
allow it, for the rest of the weekend." I sat up, staring at him
wide-eyed. He chuckled again. "There's my defiant little
whore....however...I'll make you a promise. I'll forget every
transgression, every little snotty remark and bratty look, that you've
given me, and we will pass this weekend in more.... pleasurable
pursuits" this was said eyeing my tits and ass, causing me to flush "no
more discipline unless you earn it from here on out." He shrugged, "of
course we both know that would only leave you out of trouble for about
five minutes".
"What do I have to do, Master?" I said, my overactive imagination
summoning to mind a branding, or piercing. "Simple, my little
whore...from what you've said you should have no trouble at
all...stopping me from putting the belt and dildos on. If you can, you
will redeem yourself." I stared at him, trying to control the look of
disbelief on my face. "Now, we will go down stairs, and you can
continue with dinner, and at some point, I'm going to grab you...it's
up to you from there on." He turned and started to leave the room,
then turned back to me. "One more thing. The only thing you're
allowed to wear" he tossed an object at me, "is this." He spun and
exited, going to the other bedroom to dress. A few minutes later, I
heard him once again descend to the basement.
In my hand was a thick leather collar, with a D ring in the center. I
had no doubt in my mind what it was for. I sat cross-legged in the
middle of the bed, staring at the collar, trying to decide if for once
in my life I was going to take the easy way, and simply go to him and
willingly allow him to put the preverbal 'screws' to me, or take this
ridiculous bet that I couldn't possibly win. This of course led my
mind to wondering if I could win. On a whim, I snuck to the room where
he had put his bags, and rummaged around until I found the pair of
police handcuffs I knew he had to have somewhere. If you can get them
on him, and chained to something, he won't have any choice but to give
in, and then I might live through the weekend...if he doesn't kill me
for this. Deciding that I needed clarification about exactly what the
rules of this 'game' were, I went in search of him, reasoning that he
hadn't told me I couldn't go downstairs. I snapped the collar around
my own neck, grimacing in distaste at the feeling and smell of the
leather.
"Master?" I stood at the top of the stairs to the basement, not really
wanting to go down them, knowing that he could choose now as the time
to start His game, and not wanting to get myself caught. When he
didn't answer, I became sure that he was stalking already, and decided
to take the wind out of the idea, and not go down, instead going back
to the loft, to put on an old work shirt to cook in-surely he didn't
expect me to cook nude- then back to the kitchen. I put the handcuffs,
still in my hand, under a cushion on the couch, with a half planned
idea about how to get them on him.
I heard nothing further from him until I had finished dinner, and was
putting it on the table, and turning around to get the salad. I found
him standing in the doorway, watching me. He's always sneaking up on
me, I need to pay more attention, or this will be over before it
begins. I thought, trying not to show he had startled me. "You don't
listen very well, do you?" He said, gesturing at the shirt. I tilted
me head slightly, trying to gauge his mood again. Deciding he wasn't
really angry, I shrugged, and opening the shirt; let it fall to the
floor. "Didn't think third degree burns were part of your plans, I
meant no harm, Master." With that, I walked past him into the kitchen,
and returning with the salad, pulled out a chair for Him. I then
proceeded to serve him dinner, and went and stood by the door, once I
had met his needs. He looked at me quizzically. "Aren't going to
eat?" He said, and I realized he was probably thinking I had put
something in the food. "You didn't give me permission, Master." I
said, actually managing to cause him to flush slightly. He motioned
abruptly for me to take a seat across from him. "Thank you, Master."
I said, lowering my eyes demurely, to hide my smile.
"May I ask a question?" He glared at me in such a way that I knew
continuing was okay. "You never said what the rules were to the....
game...at what point do I know it's over?" With a sarcastic laugh, he
replied, "When you have the dildo shoved up your ass would probably be
a good time to stop struggling, unless you want worse."
"And anything I do in the name, of.... getting away...won't be used
against me?" I said. He jerked his head up at that, eyeing me with a
look that said I was on dangerous ground. I quickly dropped my gaze,
so as no to be caught with my plan written on my face. I didn't fear
him hurting me, I knew he wouldn't, but I feared his reaction if he
realized what I was up to before the deed was done. "No broken bones,
or concussions.... and I think I might take offense to you trying to
cut my dick off...." He laughed.
"Oh, no Master, I never meant that, only that I don't want to anger you
by fighting back, even though you said too...." I said quickly,
ashamed that he thought I would take it that far. "No, little slut....
I won't take offense. It will make your submission all the more sweet,
once I have you beneath me, begging to be fucked." He said, laughing
once again at the flush that immediately covered my body. He abruptly
stood, having finished his meal, and went to the couch. I couldn't
believe my luck, as I quickly ate, and went to sit at his feet. He
smiled down at me, evidently approving of my subservience.
I sat there for a moment, my hand under the cushion, and resting lightly
on the cuffs, trying to summon the courage to act. I then realized I
simply didn't have the guts to go through with my plan, that I was
probably going to meekly submit to him, and hating myself for it.
Miserably, I said, "Master, may I go e-mail and let everyone know we
arrived safely?" He nodded, and I went to the desk beside the stairs,
where I had left my laptop, trying not to wonder what two dildos that I
had no control of would feel like. I decided that I was probably going
to be a gibbering wreck before morning, and decided that my best bet
was to go to him and submit now, in the hopes of not being dealt with
to harshly. I stood, and was turning back toward the couch, when he
grabbed me, hauling me off my feet and effectively taking away my
leverage. Promptly forgetting my plan of giving in, and adrenaline
running through me like lightening, I wrapped one leg between his, and
pulling upwards, tripped him, causing us to land in a pile on the
floor. I was on top, and quickly scrambled to my feet. The only light
was from the overhead track lighting, and I dove at the switch,
plunging the room into darkness.
"Smart, little slut." He said, still lying on the floor. His unconcern
at my flight infuriating me further, I silently moved to the couch, and
carefully pulled the cuffs from under the cushion. They made a slight
click, that to my ears could have been anything, but caused him to
roar, "Oh, you little, conniving bitch...are you ever going to pay for
that...".
Well gee, who would have thought that a cop would know what handcuffs
sounded like? Stupid, stupid, stupid!! I berated myself in my head,
all the while trying to figure out exactly where he was. I knew that I
now had no choice, if he caught me, I was in for it. My only hope of
being allowed to enjoy any of what was left of the weekend was to
mollify him with his capture. I was standing in the middle of the
room, trying to listen for his breathing, and definitely not expecting
the flying tackle, he hit me with. If I had previously thought he
wasn't taking me seriously, I quickly realized that he was at that
point. We landed in a pile of arms and legs on the couch, me pinned
beneath him. He took the cuffs out of my hand, and with his knee in
the middle of my back, knocked the air out of me, ending my struggles
long enough to secure my arms behind my back. "Unless you have the key
stuck up your twat, which I wouldn't put past you by the way" he
growled "I'd stop fighting. Now."
I went limp. He hauled me to my feet, and I had a crazy notion that he
was going to read me my rights, causing me to giggle. "Something
funny?" He said, biting the side of my neck, hard. "No Master, I was
just thinking this must seem familiar to you..." I was still giggling
a little, imaging the particular Miranda that would go along with this
situation, "you have the right to be gagged, and any struggling will
be held against you..." After a moment of consideration, he must have
understood my meaning, because he simply grunted and propelled me
towards the basement door.
My curiosity temporarily overwhelmed my fear, as I finally stood in the
middle of what I had only in my wildest fantasies imagined existing.
The room was about twenty feet square, with stations at about five feet
apart, and filled with every imaginable device, some of which I
recognized; there was a roman cross, and a medical table of some sort,
and a great variety of hooks strung through loops on the ceiling and
from there attached to a winch. It was to the winch he took me,
uncuffing my hands and then recuffing over my head, through one of the
hooks. He then turned a crank, which took me almost off my feet, to
the point of just barely standing on my tiptoes relieving the pressure
on my arms. He stood back, admiring his handiwork. "Rethinking
anything?" he said, going over to a table along the wall, and picking
up an evil looking whip. Oh, no! I thought, ineffectively struggling
against the chains. "Maybe all those little wiseass cracks aren't
seeming like such a good idea, huh?" He hissed, loping the whip
loosely, so that it just barely touched my leg, like a lovers caress.
He was walking around me, so that most of the time I had no idea where
he was, or what he was doing. I looked up at the ceiling, furiously
berating myself into not crying, and telling myself that I would not
scream.
"I'm sor-eyah!" I screamed anyway, with the first lash, my whole body
constricting as the whip wrapped around my upper thigh, ending on my
lower back. I blushed heatedly, as I realized that despite the pain or
because of it, my nipples were standing at attention. Dimly I wondered
if I was bleeding, and how many he was planning to give me. I stared
upwards, tears leaking out of my eyes, despite my promise to myself.
The whip caressed my leg again, this time wandering upwards, to rub
between my thighs. At that moment, I hated him, and myself for the
heat that crept through my crotch. "Look at me." He commanded, his
voice icy. Swallowing rapidly to keep from bawling like a baby, I met
his eyes. I could tell nothing of what he was thinking; his expression
was as impassive as a statue. "Master.... please..." I closed my
eyes, tears running down onto my breasts, humiliated that he had me
begging so easily. "Please what?' He asked, still running the whip
over my body, causing me to shiver as it touched my breasts, and
stomach. He slid the whip through a loop on his pants, so that both
hands were free, and then, taking me by the hips, pulled my body
against his. I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to know what would
come next, I felt his tongue, lightly lapping the wetness form my neck
and chest. He bit first one nipple, and then the other, causing me to
cry out in pain. "Hmmm.... just begging for the clamps aren't you," He
said. I shook my head desperately, as he chuckled, reaching to a
nearby table for the offending item. I was panting, sweat running from
my pores, and I watched helplessly as he clamped first one, then the
other nipple, tightening the clamp enough to hurt, but do no permanent
damage. He then connected the two with a thin chain, tugging
experimentally, satisfied only when I started to whimper. He then drew
me against him again, delighting in how I writhed against him, and
kissed me roughly. I could feel his cock, stiff and pressing for
release. Unable to help myself, I wiggled against him, rubbing my
enflamed pussy against the bulge. He held me to him, seemingly
considering, until at last he let go, muttering "slut", under his
breath.
"Please.... let me down.... I'm sorry.... I wasn't going to use the
handcuffs." I knew that was what he was the most angry about I had
jokingly asked what he would do if I pulled a switch, months before.
He had told me in no uncertain terms what would happen, and I should
have headed the warning. "If you weren't going to use them, why did
you have them?" This was punctuated with another lash, this one
lighter, but aimed across my breasts, so that my nipples strained
against the clamps, furthering the pain, and causing another gush to
run from between my thighs. He gave me three more, each a little
harder than the last, until I stopped trying to arch away from the
whips sting. I could feel my juices flowing down my leg, and wasn't
surprised when he said, "You like it, don't you? That's why your
constantly pushing.... you like being punished...horny little slut!"
The whip cracked this time, only the tip striking my bare ass. I
screamed, and unable to help myself, started to sob uncontrollably. I
hung limply, broken, my whole body shaking as the sobs ran through me.
".Y..yes, Master...." I whimpered, body tensing for the next strike.
He stood staring at me for what seemed an eternity, and then reached
out, fingering my sodden cunt. I writhed helplessly, moaning, unable
to get any relief from the torment between my thighs, gasping as he
slid a finger into me. I was shuddering uncontrollably, and begging
for relief for what seemed like an eternity, until he finally hit the
winch control, dumping me in a pile at his feet. I slowly moved my
shoulders in their sockets, arms still cuffed in front of me, but loose
from the hook that had held me captive. He stood over me, I unable to
make myself look up at him, still crying and shaking. I heard him
unzip his pants, and looked up, only to have my hair grabbed, and his
cock thrust down my throat. He fucked my face unmercifully, not
allowing me even a breath from around his considerable girth. I bucked
back, trying to breathe, and not being allowed to. He finally allowed
me to pull loose, only to grab my shoulders and, slam me to the
concrete floor. He was on me like an animal, pinning my arms above me,
and thrusting into my pussy like a madman. I cried out, despite my
wetness, not ready for him. My cries quickly turned to moans of
passion, as he fucked me, finally slowing down. Little bites and nips
rained down, my collarbone, neck and breasts receiving the brunt of his
lust. The nipple clamps made my nipples unbearably sensitive, and each
touch sent a lightening rod to my pussy. I jerked and thrashed into
what seemed like an hour-long orgasm, my whole body seeming to contract
with its power, screaming his name over and over. He came quickly
after that, pulling out and thrusting his cock, slick with my juices,
into my mouth. I eagerly swallowed, my body still shaking with my own
release. Only when I had licked his prick clean, did he let my head
drop to the floor. "Give me your hands, whore." He said, and I
complied quickly, not wanting to lose any points I had gained, and
hoping for a repeat of the last performance. He released my wrists,
rubbing each gently for a few minutes, to regain the circulation I had
lost. I stayed as still as possible, sniffling occasionally and
staring at the floor. "Follow me." He said, walking over to the
workbench once again. "Crawl!" He snapped, when I started to stand.
I dropped back down, and crawled across the cement to him, not daring
to look up.
"Good girl.... you look so good to me, like that...on your hands and
knees..." He said, and I could feel my body glowing with the strength
of my blush. He chuckled, reaching down and grabbing hold of the
collar, he hauled me to my feet. He roughly spun me, so that I was
facing away from him. "Bend over and grab your ankles." Whimpering, I
complied, crying out when I felt his finger enter my cunt. He finger
fucked me once again to the edge of orgasm, and when I expected him to
stop, instead replaced his fingers with a large dildo. I moaned and
bucked uncontrollably, with him keeping me at the edge, not allowing me
to topple over. He allowed me to gyrate for a few more minutes, always
holding the orgasm out of my reach by a single thrust, until I was
sweating and exhausted. When I at last gave up, realizing I wasn't
going to be allowed to cum, he pulled out the dildo, and without any
warning, slammed it into my asshole. "Hey, at least this time I got it
lubed first." He said sadistically. "Yes Master, thank you Master."
I gasped; figuring that my mouth was what had gotten me so deep in
trouble, and trying to keep it shut.
"Stand up." He ordered. I did, wincing at the pain in my back, and the
uncomfortable feeling of the dildo in my ass. He pulled lightly on the
chain between the nipple clamps, causing me to whimper and wriggle.
"If that dildo comes out, I'll be very, very, very angry." Each very
was punctuated with a slap aimed directly at my asshole, driving the
faux cock deeper in, and my body to jerk, which put more pressure on my
nipples, causing me to once again cry. The last slap nearly toppled
me, my legs having become weak during my last punishment, but he caught
me, holding me against him for a moment, evidently realizing I was
close to the edge of my tolerance, kissing my forehead tenderly and
holding me upright until I caught my balance. "Now my little
whoreslut...follow me. " He turned and went back upstairs, and rather
than risk more punishment, I went to my knees, and crawled after him.
My knees were burning when I reached the top of the stairs, but I
dutifully crawled to where he was sitting, once again on the couch. He
looked down at me with a mixture of tenderness and amusement that had
me biting back another sarcastic remark. I instead contented myself
with sitting at his feet, and said nothing, looking down at the floor.
"Still feeling like being a wiseass?" He inquired, reaching down and
removing the nipple clamps. Even as I sighed with relief at the clamps
removal, I couldn't stop the look I shot him, full of venom. He
chuckled at me again, still staring at my body, until I blushed
crimson. "Stand up." He said, and I obediently rose to my feet,
facing him, and trying to avoid eye contact, since I knew it would
cause me to purple further. "Look at me", he sighed, and I slowly
raised my gaze to his, immediately feeling my face flush. "See, that's
interesting.... I never would have figured you for the shy type..."
This was said while running a finger lightly along my leg, causing me
to bodily blush, and shiver at his touch.
"Now.... what to do with you..." His fingers traveled upward, until he
was lightly rubbing my clit, causing me to moan, and push against his
hand. "Go upstairs, face down on the bed, and wait. Not a sound, and
don't move. I'll be along shortly." He lightly slapped my butt, and
this time it never entered my mind to catch his hand. Unsure whether
to walk or crawl, I sank to my knees, looking up to see his reaction.
"You can walk, little slut...but since you're down there..." He
unzipped his pants, and I obediently took his cock in my mouth, this
time taking my time, and allowing myself to enjoy it. I slid my lips
slowly over his shaft; eyes closed in concentration, and sucked him,
feeling his cock lengthening dangerously in my throat. I could still
taste myself on him, which furthered my own heat. He made no attempt
to control my movements, allowing me complete freedom to use my mouth
as I wished, and I came up, licking and kissing, then sucking first one
ball and then the other into my mouth, before deep throating him. He
took hold of my head holding it still while he fucked upwards, until
with a groan, he came. I greedily sucked up his seed, licking and
kissing him clean.
I then rose and went upstairs, obediently going to the bed and lying
face down, crossing my arms under my chin. Tired and sleepy, I was
soon dozing. I'm not sure how long it was before I sensed him behind
me, and opening my eyes, started to sit up. I remembered where I was
just in time to stop, and lay where I was, not moving or talking,
waiting for him to act. "Give me your arms," He said, again lightly
slapping my ass. How does he know?! I grated in my head. From the
time I was old enough to be noticed by the opposite sex, having my ass
slapped had seemed like the ultimate degradation (obviously I now knew
better), and every time some poor unfortunate male had done it, I had
knocked the crap out of him. Having to allow it now was further proof
that I no longer belonged to me, that I was a toy for his amusement. I
put my arms behind my back, and turned my head to the side.
He attached a leather strap to the back of my collar, and then strapped
my wrists to it, so that my arms were held relatively comfortably
behind me, but limiting my movement to my legs. I was helpless to stop
anything he did. Picking me up by the shoulders, he flopped me over on
my back, so that I was lying on my arms. "Stay like that for a
minute", He commanded. Like I have much choice...now what? I thought.
I wrestled with my fears at what was now going to happen, and had
decided he was probably going to beat me again when I finally heard his
tread on the stairs. I involuntarily whimpered, causing him to flash a
smile at me, that said 'told you you'd break', a fact we had both
become aware of in the last little bit, me much to my disdain of self.
He sat on the end of the bed, and spread my legs with his hands, I
making no move to either help or hinder. Deciding I really didn't want
to know what was coming, I flopped my head back down on the bed,
staring at the ceiling. I felt his finger enter me, and along with the
dildo, quickly cause me to start dripping, as he gently finger fucked
me. He withdrew his hand, and I jumped when I felt the tip of
something else enter me. I moaned, pushing backwards with my legs,
trying to avoid the object, but it came anyway, stretching my pussy
wide with its girth, filling me to a point I've never felt before. I
gasped and moaned, my movements turning from trying to get away, to
arousal, as I fucked myself back and forth on the dildo. He let me get
close to coming, then simply shoved the dildo in and left it. I didn't
bother making a sound, knowing protest would only get me more of the
same.
He then sat me up, and I saw the chastity belt in his hands for the
first time. It was made mostly of chain, and didn't look like it was
designed for comfort. I was determined to make no comment, and stood
obediently, allowing him to strap me in it, and then padlock the front.
"You are not going to be a happy camper, by morning", He said, and
pushed me, so that I toppled over on the bed. Understanding where this
was going, I squirmed to a pillow, and trying to keep my voice level,
said "Goodnight Master." He laughed, swatting me once, hard on the
ass, causing me to whimper. "No talking."
I spent the most uncomfortable night of my life that night, even though
at some point, he had come in and released my arms, but I still had the
double penetration dildos to deal with, as well as the chains from the
belt digging into me. He came to the bed a while after that, lying
beside me and stroking my hair, probably thinking I was asleep. Unable
to help myself, I snuggled against him, finally falling into a deep
sleep in the safety of his arms. When I awoke, I was mildly shocked to
discover that the dildo's and the chastity belt were now also both
gone, my collar being the only article on my body. I was amazingly
well rested, but sore. I was also starving, and the smell coming from
the kitchen downstairs drew me like a magnet. I showered quickly,
before going down, and wrapped myself in a robe that was lying over a
chair in the bedroom.
I found him in the kitchen, frying eggs and bacon, humming to himself.
I stood in the doorway, unsure what to do, until he said, "Sleep well?"
A hint of his usual sarcastic smile on his face.
"Yes Master, thank you Master." I said; eyes lowered to the floor. He
came over to where I was standing, and tilting my head up, kissed me
gently. I responded to the kiss, forgetting where I was and wrapping
my arms around him. We stood in the doorway, kissing, until he broke
it, and motioned me to the kitchen table. I sat down, realizing that
certain parts of my body were really sore. He served me breakfast,
sitting across from me, and watching me intently while I ate. I kept
my eyes down, afraid to be the first to speak.
"Learn anything last night?" He asked, his face expressionless.
"Yes.... not to piss you off." I said, chewing on a piece of toast,
and trying best to swallow it against the lump in my throat. He shook
his head tiredly. "Do you know your place now?" The question was
posed with an air of threat, and I did not hesitate, having known it
was coming and already knowing what I would do.
I stood up, going over to where he sat across from me, and crawled
beneath the table.
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