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> 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.
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> I stood up, going over to where he sat across from me, and crawled
> beneath the table.
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