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-=[ The Toy 1/2 ]=-
I stood at the gate, stomach in knots as I watched his plane land, legs
so weak I was afraid they wouldn't carry me when I needed them. You
wanted this, I thought, trying to buck up my courage. I had met him
online about six months earlier, after making a decision to expand my
sexual horizons, a journey that had inescapably led me into bondage.
Once I had realized what I wanted, what I needed, I had started
searching for a Master, deciding that online was the safest start, and
learning forum. I had found Him a few weeks later, after going through
the usual assortment of wannabes and fakes. It had started as an
innocuous conversation, for the name he used wasn't one I would have
quickly associated with a Dom.
From there, things proceeded quickly, with us each learning of the
other, and my constant need to push my limits becoming quickly
self-evident. Now I was rethinking my insubordinance, a wee late in
the game for that though, I thought, nipples tightening at the thought
of some of the things I had said. He had told me that I would know
whether he was angry with me by the look in his eyes, to which I had
glibly replied "by then it'll be to late to matter". Now the only
thing on my mind was his eyes, and what was in store for me, once we
were alone. He had already started my punishment though, by his
instructions about my appearance.
Everyone was staring at me, as I self consciously pulled on my skirt,
praying it was at least covering the important parts, and knowing by
the amount of air I could feel on my bare bottom that it probably
wasn't. I had already had several business suit types come over and
'discreetly' ask how much, to my complete humiliation. I was wearing a
sleeveless white sheath, laced up the front, sheer enough that you
could see the black lace bra beneath, my large chest making it all the
more perverse, because no matter how I tried to move, it jiggled
provocatively. I again self consciously shifted, producing a whispered
"damn" from a man standing a few feet away. Without thinking, I
reached down to pull up my thigh high boot, managing to show most of my
bare ass in the process. Face purple with shame, I went over to stand
against the wall, deciding that at least from there, I could keep some
of my dignity.
It was then that I heard a low chuckle, the goose bumps that ran the
length of my body telling me it was Him before I even looked up,
immediately loosing myself in his depthless eyes. His smile looked
even more brilliant, set as it was in his swarthy complexion. He was a
few inches taller than I, but with my boot heels, it put us about
level. I was distinctly aware of everyone around us, staring at this
handsome, well-dressed man smiling at what appeared to be a very cheap
whore. "Master", I breathed, unable to get my voice above a whisper.
He said nothing, as he stepped into my space, allowing me to inhale the
scent of him. He took me roughly by the elbows, and putting his lips
next to my ear, hissed, "How does it feel to be a whore?" At that
point, I knew he was indeed very angry. To my complete humiliation, I
felt the wet slickness in my crouch start to drip down my leg, and I
started to cry. I have never cried easily in my life, and this man had
brought me to tears with a sentence. What had I gotten myself into?
He relaxed his hold slightly, and smirking said, "If one more tear hits
your cheek, you'll spend the night tied up and alone. Except for the
vibrator." That was enough to stifle my crying jag, as I once again
self-consciously tugged the skirt down. He took my arm, below my
elbow, as I started to turn, and dug his fingers into the soft flesh.
"Do that again without permission, and I'll whore you out to the next
gentleman that asks. Is that what you want?" He whispered. "No
Master, I'm sorry Master," I whimpered, on the verge of tears once
again, yet so aroused that the thought of being whored out only caused
another gush from between my legs.
As we stepped onto the elevator that led to the parking garage, he
pulled me so that we were in the back of the car, me standing in front
of him. He immediately slid his fingers between my legs, and began
rubbing my clit. I instinctively arched back against him, nipples
hardening to granite. "Don't make a sound." He said, his fingers
swirling around and pinching my clit, causing pain and pleasure to
mingle. On the verge of orgasm, I closed my eyes, only to have him
remove his hand at the critical moment. I whimpered helplessly as he
laughed softly into my hair, biting my neck gently.
As we got off the elevator, he lightly swatted my buttocks, and I
unthinkingly caught his hand, not meaning disrespect, simply an act of
instinct. As my eyes met his, I knew that this was yet another
transgression I would pay for, and unable to help myself, I shuddered.
"I'm sorry, it was done without thinking..." A cold little smile played
on his lips, his eyes roving and invading my body like the most
intimate of caresses. " You never do anything without thinking, until
now. Your about to learn what 'not thinking' is really about, slut."
Without even realizing it, I had backed into the wall, mostly trying to
keep my vulnerable ass out of swatting range. He took full advantage,
quickly stepping between my legs, so that I was inadvertently
straddling his knee. "Ride it, bitch." He growled, twisting my right
nipple for emphasis. With a moan, I allowed my crotch to rest lightly
on his pants leg, hoping he would ease the pain in my chest. I rubbed
against him, quickly forgetting where I was and whom I was with, until
he once again stopped me on the verge of an orgasm. Unable to help
myself, I tried to wiggle away, or at least finish myself with my hand,
distantly aware and shocked by my own wantonness. He held me still
easily, and chuckled, his hands roving my body, making me writhe
against him like the cheap whore he was fast teaching me that I was.
He then pushed further against me, his manhood hard against my swollen
clit, grasping my ass and lightly humping against me, still not
allowing me control of my body. "Is that what you want, little slut?
Do you want me to take you right here, where every one can see what a
whore you are?" He bit me again, rougher this time, the sensation
going straight to my crotch. "Yes...please Master, fuck me like the
little whore I am...." I could no longer control myself, I was watching
from a distance, aware only of the throbbing in my loins.
He chuckled sadistically, pushing off the wall and leaving me to catch
myself, moaning when I could no longer feel him against me. "Where is
your car, slut?" he questioned, ignoring me now as I panted, all
thought of fear leaving me. I pointed to the far end of the garage,
wondering if I had intentionally parked my car as far from everyone
else as possible, subconsciously. He walked toward it, leaving me to
straighten my clothes, cheeks reddening at a wolf whistle from across
the garage. He laughed again, under his breath, as I finally caught up
to him, going around to the passengers' side to unlock his door and
open it. As I pulled the door open, he roughly grabbed my hair, and
shoved me face first into the car, so that I was bent over the seat,
mostly out of view of any passers by. With his other hand, he pushed
my skirt farther up, completely exposing my shaved pussy. I whimpered,
afraid to move, automatically tensing my body anyway. The first slap
stung so hard I cried out, tears streaming down my face. He pulled
back on my hair, so that my throat was exposed, and I was unable to
make a sound. "Still think you can't be broken, slut? Are you sure
you want to go through with this?" He eased up on my neck slightly;
allowing me to gasp in a breath and reply, "yes Master, please".
Until it came out, I honestly had no idea what I was going to say, or
that I would allow myself to be treated this way. Three more slaps
followed, equally as hard as the first. At that point, I became afraid
and defiant. I tried to push against him, to make him stop, as he
still had me face first in the car, my ass pushed up against his
crotch, and open to his whims. Growling, he jerked back on my hair,
harder than the first time, causing a startled squeak to issue from my
throat. "I can see there's only one way to make you behave, at least
until we get to the cabin." He hissed, jerking his belt off, he looped
it around my wrists, tightening it as I whimpered, while simultaneously
opening his fly. When he had properly secured my hands, he clapped one
of his over my mouth, and proceeded to slam his cock into my tight
asshole. I screamed against his hand, the invasion racking me with
pain so severe that I began to black out, my vision fading to a tunnel
that was rapidly narrowing. I was making little screams against his
hand, with each thrust. Tears poured from my eyes, as my vision
completely disappeared, the pain turning to an aching pleasure I hadn't
known until then existed. Whimpering against his hand, I came hard, my
whole body shivering with the pulses from my sex. "Please...whatever
you want, I'm sorry Master," I mumbled against his hand. He abruptly
pulled out and stood, jerking me around so that I was on my knees on
the pavement, with the door and his body obscuring the view of my
ravaged form. His erection was still in evidence, my own blood
dappling his veiny cock. I did the only thing I could think of at that
point, to please him, and leaning forward, sucked him into my mouth.
He gasped, and for a moment as his hand tightened on my hair, I was
sure he was about to push me away. He then seemed to rethink and
instead shoved his cock into my throat, fucking my face until he came
in a creamy jet. Trying hard not to gag, I sucked eagerly, making sure
not to lose a drop, not wanting to incite his wrath further.
"You are a very talented whore," he said with a dry chuckle, still
holding my aching head. "Are you planning on behaving now?" His eyes
slid over me, and I could see myself in his glare, skirt around my
waist, bare ass hanging out, tits almost out of my bra, makeup running
in rivers down my face, blood around my lips. "Yes Master, I'm sorry,
I won't displease you again, please give me another chance." He still
only stared, eyes narrowed, seeming to weigh me, and my sincerity.
Seeming to come to a decision, he took hold of my shoulders, and pulled
me gently to my feet. He fixed my clothing, while I stood stone still,
unable to move, to scared I would do something wrong. Producing a
handkerchief, he wiped my face, as tenderly as any mother, paying
special attention to the blood around my lips, cleaning off the worst
of the mess. Finally he released my wrists, rubbing them vigorously to
get the feeling back in. I watched in wide-eyed silence, more afraid
and turned on than I had ever been in my life. Looking up and noticing
the terrified look on my face, he gave me a warm smile, and lightly
kissed my lips. "You did very well, love." He said, holding my jaw
lightly between his thumb and forefinger.
Unable to deal with the sudden change in mood, I became completely
unglued, and started to cry uncontrollably. He pulled me against him,
kissing me gently, allowing me to cry. I'm sure we made a strange
site, he talking in a soft voice, whispering in my ear, stroking me
like a frightened mare, until finally, I became calm enough to drive,
and we set off for the cabin.
I remained mostly silent on the drive, only speaking to answer his
occasional questions about the area, while I occasionally stole a
glance at him from the corner of my eye. If he noticed, he gave no
sign, although I saw a slight smile cross his face several times.
He really is a handsome man, I thought, allowing myself to admire his
dark good looks, his short, curly hair reminding me of hair on him
elsewhere, and I blushed miserably. The slightly upturned tilt to his
mouth widened, as he finally spoke "What?" I knew exactly what he was
asking, but was unable to come up with a suitable lie. The look he
turned on me after I didn't answer for a moment, blew any further
thought of untruth from my head. "I was thinking about what.... what
we just..." I couldn't finish the sentence and blushing miserably,
pretended to be engrossed in guiding the car to our destination. "We
didn't do anything little whore...no one will fault a man for taking
his pleasure, only the woman who allows it. You only proved what we
both knew all along...for all your education and degrees, you are a
slut. My slut. By the time this week is over, any thought of being
anything else will be gone, mark my words." He reached over and
twisted my right nipple for further proof, laughing delightedly when it
hardened to a peak, and at my furious blushing.
I hated the laughing. Since I was a small child, I couldn't stand to be
laughed at, and he had noticed it immediately, like a wolf on the scent
of a weaker animal. Psychologically speaking, you picked your worst
nightmare for a Dom. Why? I asked myself, he was a cop, Latin, and had
the type of sarcastic sense of humor that had grated my nerves most of
my life. In short, he was almost the twin of a man I had wanted all my
life, who had never given me the time of day, saying I was far to
immature to be anything to him. I shook my head to myself, wondering
what that long ago crush would have thought of me on my knees in a
parking garage, greedily sucking the cock of a man I had never
previously laid eyes on. I wiggled around on the seat uncomfortably,
my previous orgasm having worn off, and my body demanding more
attention.
"Keep that up and your going to make a stain on your nice leather seats,
whore. I can smell you from here." With that, he reached over between
my legs, and to my shock, I felt something hard and cold enter my
molten pussy. He had inserted a small vibrator in me, and turned it up
on high. "You move or cum, and you'll think the ass-fucking you got
earlier was a kiss on the cheek. Now, tell me exactly what your
thinking about, that's got your nipples standing out so hard and making
you scent the car like a god damn animal." He was turned toward me
now, watching as my excitement became unbearable, and I had to pull to
the side of the road. I closed my eyes; pushing my head back against
the seat, sweat pouring from me. "Please...Master.... please." I
groaned, unable to keep myself quiet. He reached over and began
lightly toying with my chest, taking first one breast and then the
other out of my shirt. He went between my nipples, pulling and
twisting, making the heat between my thighs intensify, until unable to
help myself, I blurted- "I was thinking that I deliberately picked a
Dom who looks just like someone who used to humiliate me years ago, and
how turned on he would probably be if he could see this!" He threw his
head back and laughed heartily. His response after that was immediate,
and deliberate. Reaching between my legs, he began fucking me hard
with the vibrator, once again jerking back my head, and biting my
throat and chest. I came harder than I ever have in my life, moaning
and gasping, grinding against his hand until it was soaked to his
wrist. He didn't stop until I had cum twice more, and was crying and
begging him to let go of me.
"Did you enjoy that, slut? Did that feel good?" He hissed. Unable to
speak, I nodded, still gasping in short little breaths. "Enjoy it.
Think about it for a while. Because that will be the last time you cum
for a very, very long time." He said, abruptly releasing my head.
Moaning, I bent over the steering wheel for a moment, trying to get
control of my hammering heart. After a few more ragged breaths, I
pulled back onto the road, turning into the entrance to the remote
state park access road where the cabin was situated.
The road was dirt, and probably inaccessible at least part of the year,
but provided a gorgeous backdrop for the cabin, nestled as it was at
the foot of the Smokey mountains. He showed no interest in speaking to
me further, as we exited the car. I felt his eyes boring into my
backside I mounted the steps to the wide front porch, causing another
gush between my thighs, which at this point were covered in so much of
my own juice, that they had dripped into my boots. I opened the door,
standing to the side in the foyer as he entered; my head lowered and
eyes carefully studying the floor at my feet. "Well?" he said,
sounding exasperated.
"I was going to finish dinner...I started it earlier, Master." I
finished quickly, afraid that even the tone of my voice would offend
him. He huffed into his mustache, casting me a sidelong glance.
"Clean up first, you're disgusting. You look like a street corner
whore that's been beaten up by her pimp." Gee, wonder why? The
thought came unbidden, and I quickly schooled my expression to one of
servitude as I looked up at him through my hair. "Yes Master, I'm
sorry..." Trying not to even look in his direction, I scurried up the
steps that led to the massive master bedroom, and the bath beyond. I
heard him downstairs, and heard the door that I assumed led to the
basement open. Consumed by my curiosity, I walked out on the landing
once I heard him moving down the steps, but could see nothing other
than a dim staircase. When He had rented the cabin, the front door key
had been sent to me, so that I might make preparations for his arrival,
but I knew he had the key to the downstairs sent to him, simply because
the rental agent had mentioned it to me. I knew that the cabin
belonged to an acquaintance of his, and assumed that there was
equipment to be used on me down there. Shuddering at the thought, I
stepped out of my skirt, and pulled off my blouse, absently reaching
out and fingering my sore nipples. Closing my eyes, I relived the last
few hours, my hand drifting between my legs, to relieve the tension I
felt. Sliding first one finger, then a second into my tight slot, I
began slowly finger fucking myself. Completely caught up in the act, I
never heard him leave the basement, and ascend the stairs to the
bedroom. Moaning softly, I propped one booted leg up on the wall,
while leaning against the shower stall, to give my questing hand room
to fill my pussy. Just as I was about to cum, he stepped on a creaky
board by the door, allowing me to at least open my eyes and see the
belt as it snapped at me, catching me squarely on the right ass cheek,
and wrapping around to smack my wet cunt. With a shriek, I jumped
back, landing flat on my ass.
We stared at each other, he looking at both amused and angry at the same
time, I seriously debating trying to get past him before he decided
what to do to me. "You, are an impossible whore", he said, shaking his
head. It was at that moment that I realized how I looked, makeup still
all over my face, hair a disheveled mess, wearing only a bra and thigh
high boots. "Never, in all the years.... all the subs...." He
sputtered. I said nothing, curling my legs defensively in front of me,
and wrapping my arms around them, once again blushing miserably. When
he moved towards me I couldn't help but flinch, but he made no move to
touch me, only turned on the shower behind me. I stayed where I was,
wondering why he was bothering, since I was probably going to end up
bloody anyway.
Unceremoniously, he grabbed my arm, jerked me to my feet and thrust me,
boots, bra and all under the water. "Maybe this'll cool that pussy off
for awhile," he growled, holding me under the water. It was cold.
Really cold. I started fighting him, almost succeeding in getting
loose, when he simply stepped into the shower behind me, clothes and
all, managing to shock me into being still. "Off!" He ordered,
yanking the bra from me. By that point I had become somewhat used to
the water, and removed my boots on my own. Pulling me too him, he
kissed me hard, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, our bodies pressing
urgently against each other. It was at that point I realized that he
had a raging hard-on, cold water or no. I hungrily returned the kiss,
glad for anything that might keep his mind from punishment. He started
unbuttoning his shirt, and with me helping, removed the rest of his
clothes. Grabbing my hair, he forced me to my knees, and thrust deeply
into my mouth, forcing me to either open up and accept his cock in my
throat, or suffocate.
"Suck it, bitch!" He let go of my hair, leaning back instead against
shower wall, and allowing the by now freezing water to hit me square in
the face and chest. I began greedily slurping his cock, hoping that
pleasing him quickly would get me out of the shower faster, and perhaps
return me to his good graces. Just as I felt him start to cum, cock
jerking in preparation to spill his seed, he pulled me to my feet, and
picking me up, and slamming me against the wall, forced his cock into
my frozen pussy. I cried out as he entered me, thrusting so hard that
my head bounced back and smacked into the wall. Grabbing my wrists, he
pulled my arms above my head, fucking me with short strokes that didn't
allow me a whole lot of movement. Heat flared again between my legs,
and I began arching my body in tandem with his thrusts, desperate to be
allowed to cum this time.
As I was once again on the cusp, he pulled out and grabbing my extremely
sore head, jerked my mouth to his crotch, while turning my pussy
towards the freezing water, effectively keeping me from coming as he
spewed his load into my throat. "Bastard!" I screeched, jerking away
and landing on my ass again, which by this point was also getting
extremely sore. Looking down at me, he chuckled sadistically. "Just
wait, little slut. It's going to get much, much worse. Now clean up!"
Glaring at him, I gingerly got to my feet, and when he made no move to
stop me, turned the hot water on full blast, allowing my aching body a
little relief. I didn't turn, but saw his shadow, shoulders silently
shaking as he laughed at me. He stayed in the back of the shower,
evidently to keep me from any thoughts of relieving myself. I was
surprised again when he took the shampoo and began washing my hair,
causing my nipples to automatically harden again. Reaching around, he
pinched and pulled them, rubbing his once again erect cock against my
ass. Jesus, if this keeps up I'm not going to be able to walk
tomorrow, much less by the end of the week. The thought nonetheless
causing another flash of heat between my already sodden thighs.
Moaning, I bent slightly, in the hopes he would fuck me again, giving
me a chance to maybe sneak an orgasm. The slap came without any
warning, causing heat to flare across my backside, and radiate to my
crotch, furthering my arousal.
"Impossible whore." He muttered under his breath, as he turned off the
shower, he tossed a towel at my head. "Dry me off, slut." I took it
and began vigorously rubbing him down, in the hopes that I was causing
at least a bit of discomfort. I once again was faced with his erect
penis, and before he could force the issue, I sucked him into my mouth,
blowing him with enough gusto that he came after only a moment, I
forgetting my own needs long enough to lick his prick clean, savoring
the taste of him. Without a word, he turned and went into the bedroom,
flopping down on the king size bed. I dried off with his eyes on me,
once again causing me to drip juices down my leg. "Are you always that
wet?" He asked, seemingly in a conversational mood again. Blushing
furiously, I replied, "No Master, I'm usually wet, but I've never..."
severe blush "dripped before".
"You don't look like the type at all....but you can't help yourself.
Even as angry as you are, you're still so turned on, you can't stand
yourself. You are truly a whore, unable to control yourself at all.
Why not just give in, allow yourself to be broken?" The question was
posed in such a way as to be non-threatening, and I was distinctly
aware that I could probably make things a lot easier on myself with the
correct answer. I was also stupid, and to angry to care if, he was
going to get mad or not. "Because you've not done a lot to make me
respect you, fear you maybe, but not respect and I couldn't give up to
a man I don't completely respect." I was looking down when I said it,
and as the words went through my own thick skull, as it dawned on me
who I was talking to, I decided that simply running was probably the
best recourse. Before I even made it to the door, he simply grabbed my
hair and hauled me around, tossing me in the middle of the bed. "That.
Is. It." He said. "Move and you won't be able to stand by tomorrow."
With that, he turned and went down the stairs, utterly sure I wouldn't
move. I found out he was right, and miserably awaited his return.
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