Here I was again in the old toy closet. I always felt so safe in here. It was so quiet and I had grown to love the absolute darkness so much. If my parents ever knew how often I came in here to finger myself they would simply die. But then, if they knew what I would dream about while I was getting myself off they wouldn’t hesitate to commit me.

I couldn’t help myself. Gregg, my link to my first risqué adventure had sent me yet another email. He was the first man I had allowed to essentially rape me. That experience a couple of months ago was still the greatest sex I’ve ever had and is the measure of all other sex in my life. And every time he would send me another plea for a second meeting I would first ignore his email, then quickly make my way to this secret haven.

I would usually always start out the same way. Just as when I had been molested in this very place as a flat-chested ten year old, I would begin by emulating the same things. I would bare my crotch, and shed my shirt. I would lean against the wall right next to the door, close my eyes and remember what it felt like to have huge fingers running over body parts that I seldom touched myself. But whenever Gregg wrote me I would go nuts on myself remembering what he and his younger friend done to me in the park. That experience of being so forcibly taken was the hottest drug a girl like me could ever get high on.

My breath was growing worn and I was getting right into a heavy petting of myself until I heard my mom. She had left a half hour ago and wasn’t suppose to be home for another hour. I quickly pulled my pants back up, grabbed for my top, and stepped out of the closet. I was getting my top pulled into place when I heard her open the basement door and call for me.

“Sarah? You down there?”

“Yeah mom, what’s up? I thought you were getting your hair done?”

“They put me down for the wrong damn day. I have to go back tomorrow now. What are you doing down there?”

“Just looking for a notebook I lost.”

Mom was soon headed off again, but not soon enough for me to get back to what I was doing. Instead, I went back to my PC and went to read my mail from Gregg again. However, I had a new letter along with it. I didn’t recognize the sender, but in the subject line was something that got me to open it anyway. It stated, “Open this, or you’ll be punished.” Being the kind of girl that fantasizes about be submissive by force, I opened it.

It was from a man calling himself Master Trainer. He told me that he had spoken to an acquaintance of mine and thought I would be the perfect party favor for a future fling. He promised me that he knew what I liked and that I would hate myself forever if I didn’t at least find out what he meant. I saw no harm in at least hearing more, so I wrote back and asked what he had in mind. He tantalized me a little with his innuendoes, and said he really preferred a face-to-face meeting. After several emaiIs back and forth, I agreed to the very public meeting he sought just to hear him out. He promised me a free meal if nothing else. The only thing he asked was that I would be able to “play” for a few hours if I so decided to accept his arrangement. That meant I couldn’t meet him until later, but I agreed. I knew I wouldn’t be doing anything with him today, but he had me intrigued.

About six o’clock I met him in the mall nearby. All I knew was that I had to stand in a certain area and wear a large hoop earring in my right ear. I’d never done anything like this before and I was getting wet just thinking about how risky this could be. But after all, I was in the middle of a mall surrounded by hundreds of witnesses to protect me.

As I stood there feeling like bait, I noticed a nicely built kind of guy eyeing me from about twenty feet away. Since he wasn’t approaching me, I knew he wasn’t the one I was waiting for, but I had some pretty naughty thoughts about him. He obviously liked what he saw and he was pretty much a hunk of a guy from my point of view. He didn’t seem to mind my catching him staring my way and we soon were eyeing each other pretty openly.

About ten minutes after six, I was becoming impatient and began looking at my watch. I looked into the restaurant I was told to wait at to see if maybe he meant for me to go inside to find him. Just as I turned around, my hunk from across the way was right beside me and grabbing my arm just above the elbow. I almost told him off, except he immediately used my name.

“Hello Sarah. You are everything I was told about you. You were waiting quite patiently.”

Okay, so I was catching on that he was watching my behavior before introducing himself, but that didn’t explain how he knew my name. But even before I had a chance to get into that he said, “I know you have a lot of questions and I’ll answer then all, but can we sit down to do this first?”

I told him it was fine. Shit, he was a powerfully nice looking guy and I was here to hear him out anyway. So we went inside, got a table, and made ourselves acquainted. My first question had to be the most important one from my view.

“How’d you know my name?”

“A man by the name of Gregg told me. He also told me of your little adventure together. We met in a chat room and when I found out he lived in the same area as myself, we talked more to the point. He told me about this really wild and sexy young girl and the adventure you had set him up for, and I couldn’t get that out of my mind. You have any idea how hard it can be to find a girl as open minded and honest with her own feelings as you?

It turned out that he had happened upon my “rapist”, the very one I refused to talk to anymore because he had invited a second man along to abuse me. It had turned out better than all right, but he broke the agreement and I made my dinner date well aware of that. He said he certainly respected my principles, especially because of the topic. Then he took out his wallet, pulled two one hundred dollar bills from it, and slid them to the middle of the table.

“If we come to an agreement, these are yours.” I was about to slap his face over his thought about me being a prostitute, but he was ready for me and cut me off. “It’s not for what you’re thinking. It’s money you’ll need to prepare yourself for the contract I’m about to offer you.”

He had my attention, but what contract.

“This is the deal. Gregg has told me all about your little secrets and I loved hearing about them. I think we would make a perfect couple, at least for a few hours. The contract I’m about to show you is as much for my protection as it is for yours. I really don’t like having fun just to be called a rapist, so this helps to protect me from that. Read the first paragraph and if you want to proceed, initial it and move on to the next.”

I had a million things to say, but since he had spoken to Gregg and knew all about our night together, I had to find out what he was about. The first part had a very attractive statement to it. It talked about this guy wanting to make wild, passionate love to me, but that he was a Master and didn’t offer his services to just anyone. He wanted to “use” my body for two to three hours, promised to leave no lasting marks on my body, not to pierce me, burn me, or in any way cause any injury to me. I looked up at him and stared for a minute. I went back to reading. It went on to say that he would work diligently to make my wildest fantasies come true, dominate me in a way only a Master knew how to do properly, and would care for me like I was a princess. The next sentence was in parenthesis. But when I return you to wherever you want to be dropped off, there will be no doubt in your mind that you have been more properly sexed than at any other time in your life.

Okay, that was a good start, so I asked him to tell me more. He refused unless I initialed the paper, so considering we were still in a public place, I did.

“I’ve done this a couple of dozen times now. If you decide to finish initialing and signing the contract, you take the money, go buy some soft cotton clothes,

and I’ll pick you up in an hour.”

“Why would I need new clothes?”

“Because, I wouldn’t want to mess up your clothes. I like soft, natural feeling clothes, thus the request for cotton. Plus they really show off a body when they’re tight. If you have time, go get a drink to relax until I come back for you. If you have any money left over, I’ll never know; keep it.”

“What would you be doing to me if I said yes?”

“I’m not going to give you details. That would spoil it for you. The contract is to spell out exactly what I won’t do to you. If we agree, after I pick you up, or before if you’d like, you’ll hide your copy of the contract someplace where I couldn’t possibly get at it and where it would be found quickly if you weren’t returned as I promise. You’ll see on the second page is a place for you to write down certain information such as my license number, my plate number, my description, and even a place for me to put my fingerprints. If I did anything bad to you, I would be caught in minutes. This is all so you’ll release yourself over to me with as little fear as can be expected. In the end, you’ll get what you want and I’ll get what I want.”

My crotch was steaming to find out what the rest of the contract held and I went back to reading it. He really did seem to cover every angle as far as my protection went and the possibilities of what that left that might happen to me was beyond intriguing. It was spell bindingly alluring. What clinched the deal for me was when he said two very important things. First was that if he treated me the way he thought I would appreciate, that he knew I would be seeking a second date. And secondly, the hour he left me alone to shop and get a drink was just as much so I could think about what was coming for me as it was to shop. If I got scared, I could simply leave and he’d have no hard feelings.

I went through every statement and initialed every item. Then I gave him one hard look, gulped hard, and said I needed his info. I wrote down all kinds of stuff to help prove his identity and he then took me out to his car to copy the plate number and VIN number myself. We went back to the restaurant, finished our meal, and I opened the contract to the last page. I looked at the line I was to sign on, thought about how fucking horny all this had gotten me, and slowly signed my name to it. He snatched the paper from me and signed it himself. He then handed me a second copy to complete as I had the first and the signatures were applied.

I felt like I had just signed myself over to him as so much property, and the feelings I had creeping through my body was exhilarating. He put the two hundred dollars back on the table and I took it. He wanted to make sure an hour was long enough to prepare for him and I asked for an extra half hour to think about it. He said “fine”, added a few details of how he liked his girls dressed, reminded me to hide the contract well, and told me to wander around a particular hallway when it was time for him to pick me up. He left money for the meal and left. The first thing I did was finish the drink he hadn’t to help prepare myself.

The next hour was a total fog. I went around the mall to pick up jersey style underwear, a pair of cotton sweat shorts that had ‘Sassy Lass’ written on the ass, and a short cropped knit top. As instructed, I went to the bathrooms and changed; putting all my clothes into one bag. I stopped at one of those mailing stores and sent the contract to myself, along with my rings. I wrote on the bottom of the contract, “I love you mom and dad” just in case and placed the rest of the money in the envelope. I spent the last half hour thoroughly fighting every instinct to flee. But this guy just had a feel about him that led me to trust him. Now all I could do was pray for a safe ending to all this.

I got to my waiting area five minutes early and realized how much I was anticipating whatever I had gotten myself into. I felt like a cheap fucking whore in my new attire, and for waiting to be spirited away by some stranger. Just when I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore, I realized I was waiting for the most outrageous thing of my life. I had signed my body over to some psycho to be raped. To be raped! I couldn’t get that thought out of my mind. I had to bolt.

I started walking quickly to the front doors of the hall when I had a hand grab at my arm. I didn’t even turn to see who it was, I knew. I heard a loud whisper, “You ready?”

It all came crashing down on top of me, and I nodded. I was spun around to accompany my assailant out towards where he had parked the first time. Not a word was said between us and he never let go of my arm. When we were about to go through that last set of protective doors, he stopped. I looked at him and recognized he was giving me one last chance to bail. He lifted my arm and grabbed it hard, but it was just to show me his proposed intensity. I pushed the door open and held it for him to walk me through it.

I was walked to his car. I took notice that it still had the same plates and was the same car. I felt a need to tell him I had given my contract to a very close friend and I had to see her within four hours, or she would go to the police. He smiled and called me a good girl. He made me get into his car on his side and I had such a feeling of being abducted. I put my bag of clothes into the back seat and we were off. I realized I had never said his name even after reading it off his license.

“Denny. You swear I’ll be safe?”

He looked very pissed off and said, “I swore to you that you’d be back in a few hours, didn’t I? And never call me that again. Until I drop you off, I’m your Master.”

Okay, scary and demanding. I felt a whole lot better now. He told me he was taking me to his house and it was about four miles away. I was growing concerned when the houses got farther apart from one another. Then, he turned quickly into a long drive that obscured the house we were heading towards. When he pulled up about forty feet from the front door, he got out and came to my side. He opened the door and when I went to step out, he pushed me back over the center console. He held me down with his weight and was grabbing for my arms. I wasn’t really fighting him, but I started to when I felt a handcuff go around my first wrist. I wrestled to get away from him, but soon he had my second wrist shackled as well.

Still holding me bent face down, he pointed out two things to me. We were so close to the water that screaming couldn’t possibly be heard and that his ‘playroom’ was totally soundproofed, and that he expected me to give him a bit of fight. I tried telling him that I hadn’t signed up for bondage, but he slapped the back of my head to tell me to shut up. He spun me around and the next thing I knew I was over his shoulder and being carried into his house. I was whisked through a door that led to his basement. When the door closed behind us, I heard only silence. He was right, the place was as sound proofed as a recording studio.

Fear was gripping the hell out of me and I started struggling to get away from him. I kicked as hard as I could and demanded he end all this. Instead he seemed unmoved by my rants and threw me onto a mattress on the floor. As I scrambled to collect my feet under me, he came back with a knife in his hands. I shit!. The next thing I knew he was on top of me, pushing me face first into the mattress, and groping coarsely at my boobs. His hands roamed my whole body freely as if to tell me I had nothing to say about anything. Then I felt the knife sliding under my top and tried to scream, but nothing came out. In a split second, the knife sheared its way through the back of my top and it sprawled over my sides. He cut through the shoulder straps and jerked the fabric away from me. I worked as hard as I could to get away from him, but he was way too big for me.

I felt him trying to push something under me and when he succeeded, he sat on my ass to keep me from moving. It seemed like some kind of a belt and he was cinching it tightly just under my rib cage. He twisted my arms around and was attaching a cuff on the belt to my right wrist. With the handcuffs still on me, it hurt my wrists to twist that much. He unlocked the cuffs and I momentarily struggled to keep my left hand free, but when he got a hold of it, he cuffed my wrist to the left side of this belt thing. Then he just stood up and looked down at me as I tried to figure out what he had done to me. Both wrists were cuffed securely to the belt just below my rib cage and it didn’t allow my hands to do anything but move my fingers.

When I looked up at him as if to expect some sort of explanation, he grabbed a leather thingy off the wall above my head and pounced back onto my stomach. He reached for his knife, slid it under my cotton sports bra and just when I thought he was going to cut it away, he withdrew the knife and threw it to the side. Then he grabbed the bra between the cups, balled his fingers tightly around it, and snatched it away until the cloth snapped. My tits flopped about freely and he relished my fear as he pinched my nipples roughly. He finished ripping my bra from me and I couldn’t begin to stop him.

He held up the leather strap he had grabbed and told me it was the next thing to be done and my main implement of sweet torture. It had a ring in the center of it about two inches in diameter. I’d seen my share of sex toys before, but I had no idea what it’s purpose could be for. I was about to find out that as simple of a device as it looked, it was going to play a big part of the games my Master had in store for me. He put the ring to my mouth and I kept it closed tightly. When I refused to open, he pushed his fingers from one hand into the corners of my mouth and forced me to open. He slid the ring into my mouth and I started flailing around again. I wanted to bite his fingers off but knew that was a risky thing to do.

I could have sworn that the ring wouldn’t have fit all the way in, but when he proved me wrong, he worked his fingers around until he had it lodged behind my teeth and pulled the straps tight to hold it there. My mouth was forced opened into a big tunnel and I started fearing what he might do with this opportunity. After he fastened the straps securely, he stepped back again to admire his handiwork. He grabbed a spray bottle and came at me, snatched my hair in his fingers, and sprayed the inside of my mouth with the liquid. I tried screaming for him to stop, and that’s when I finally felt like despite the hell I might be in for, he really seemed to be taking precautions not to hurt me.

“Stop bitching. This is a good thing. It’s mostly water, but has a little throat lozenge medicine in it. With your mouth held open like that, it’ll dry out quickly. You’ll drool like hell, but that only hit’s a few areas of the inside of your mouth. Want more?”

His concern made me feel a lot better and I was already seeing he was right, so I took the offer while I could. I leaned my head forward to indicate I did want more. As he sprayed the inside of my mouth really well, I was realizing how hard it was to swallow normally. I had to struggle like hell to get the tiniest portion of wetness into my throat. He laughed a little and told me I would have to learn to hold my head way back to allow gravity to work for me. He said I would need to know that for later on. I tried tilting my head back and saw he was right. I still couldn’t swallow much, but the liquid drained into my throat.

“The lozenge part will also numb your mouth a little. You’ll appreciate that soon. Now, I want some sign from you that you’re ready to play some more.”

I didn’t know what to do, and soon he was getting mad and calling me a worthless bitch and yelling that I’d better learn how to communicate. Finally, I got close to him and pushed my pelvis forward. I rubbed my crotch against his right hip. He got what he wanted, but I rubbed my clit and that sent my mind soaring from the heat it invoked. I was beginning to understand this man I had hitched my wagon to and it was frightening. He was so calm and caring one minute, then abusive and physical the next. Now that I had my hands shackled to my sides and my mouth was pried wide open, I had serious misgivings about getting myself into this situation.

My Master saw me looking around the room and seemed amused as I tried to understand what all the odd contraptions could possibly be used to do. When he noticed my nipples were hard he told me he would warm me up some. He grabbed my arm and roughly dragged me in front of one of those odd pieces I had been trying to figure out. There was one padded bar about hip high and another one in front of it that was suspended just above the front one. That bar had a flat padded board about a foot wide and was only a few inches higher than the front one. He told me to put my head down and in between the two bars, and to move forward until my hips were against the front bar. I worked to do as I was told, mostly because this thing didn’t seem to have any ill kinds of devices attached to it. To fulfill his orders, I had to struggle to get my body hoisted the few inches off the ground that was required to make my hips touch the first bar. I found that the top bar was a support against my back that kept me from standing up. He helped push me forward until I realized that my ass was at the perfect height for him to fuck me. Without the benefit of my feet being able to reach the floor, nor the use of my hands, this contraption was holding me snuggly.

My Master reached under this device and offered me one last spray. My head hung in midair and despite my best effort, I didn’t get any of it in my throat. He disappeared from my sight and I was waiting for him to strip my bottom for him to have full access to me. I could hear him putting on what sounded like a rubber glove and tried to understand what that would be for, and then I felt him pushing one side of my shorts and cotton panties up and over my right ass cheek. I was waiting for what I thought was about to happen, when all of a sudden I felt a massive stinging on my ass. My legs flew backwards and my back strained against the pad holding it in place. The son of a bitch had whacked my ass so hard I immediately had tears running down my eyes and over my forehead. Drool ran from my gaping mouth and my breath seemed gone from me. I waited for another blow, but instead he began fingering my exposed lips.

“Let’s get this pretty ass out on display.”

I felt my new shorts getting violently stripped from my body, ripped away as if meaningless. Then he rubbed the palm of his hand all over the cheeks of my ass. I just knew this was the calm before the storm. I knew getting used roughly was the entire reason I had allowed myself to come here in the first place, but I had never given spanking much thought. His initial slap was far harder than I ever imagined a person getting slapped like that, but I couldn’t even complain to him because one of the items I had initialed on our contract was that bruising in unseen areas was permitted.

He was gently pulling my new jersey style panties off my legs and I was now fully nude. I pushed up against the board holding my back in place and braced for the assault that was sure to come. My legs dangled a few inches off the floor and the crease between my legs and my abdomen was starting to hurt from the bar I was lying over. I watched as the drool from my mouth dripped to the floor and wondered if my drooling like a mentally deranged patient was something that my new Master really enjoyed, or if there might be a more sinister reason for wanting my mouth held opened like this. When I thought about what he might want to put into an open mouth, I suddenly wished I had made sure he wouldn’t cum in my mouth. I hated the idea of that and even more, the taste of sperm.

He ran his hand along my side and over the belt restraining my hands until he had my left tit in his hand. He began squeezing it roughly and tugged it all around as far as it would stretch. I was wondering why he was treating my tit so roughly, yet his fingers didn’t seem at all interested in taking pleasure of this new feel. Then it all came flying at me when my body lurched forward and a searing pain came to my ass. He had distracted my thoughts away from what he was about to do to torture my mind. I heard him start to talk to me in a soothing tone, but then every ten seconds or so he would slap the hell out of one of my cheeks with one resounding slap at a time. The third slap brought tears flowing freely and the fourth made them roll the opposite direction as normal until they fell from my forehead. By the sixth slap I was bawling like a baby and the sound of that was so weird. Not being able to close my mouth even slightly made my cries sound like gurgling wails. My face was becoming a mess of tears and my own slobbering spit.

I wished he would just wail on me and get it over with, but one slap followed by a long pause seemed to please him the most. At one point it hurt so bad I realized I was holding my legs straight out in midair. I received about twenty slaps like that before I felt the sting of the spray from the water bottle being applied to my ass. Master reached around and under me to spray my mouth damp again and thanked me. How dare this bastard thank me?

“See, I keep my word. Your ass may be sore now, very red and maybe even bruised slightly, but when I return you home you’ll remember me every time you sit down.” He rubbed my ass lightly as he spoke which hurt so much against the rawness he had caused. But then I grew very embarrassed for some reason as he slid his fingers through my lips. I knew what he was doing, and the lack of friction I felt told me what he put into words. “Just as I thought; very wet. That’s good! Gregg was right about you, you really do enjoy playing rough. Someday you’re going to have to let me abduct you so we can have an all out rape scenario.”

I took pleasure in hearing him speak of the future. It gave me hope that he was going to hold to his end of the contract and that I wasn’t going to end up dead today. I felt him pulling me backwards out of the frame and realized that although I had been able to put myself into this awkward position, it would be next to impossible to have gotten out on my own. He helped me stand up, but standing up straight was impossible. The drool and tears that were left on my face started reversing their course and began coming to rest on my cheeks. I took stock of my position and I couldn’t look very pretty at the moment to anyone other than my attacker. I was totally nude, hunched over a bit from the stinging, hands hanging limp from the belt that bound them around my lower chest, and my mouth held in a permanently opened position. I was breathing so hard it felt like I had just been through a marathon.

“So, are you ready to accept me as your Master today?”

I could tell by the look on his face that I better answer correctly, and nodded my head for him in a very ashamed fashion. He slowly started to shed his own clothing, not taking his eyes off my face for a moment. When he exposed his cock to me, I saw I had made him extremely hard. Girls always feel powerful when they see that they have made a guy really hard for them, but this time it was brought about because I had allowed him to get off on abusing me. If he wasn’t hard after that, I probably would have been more ashamed at being useless than anything. It turned out that he had a really solid cock. I instantly fell in love with the notion that I would eventually be getting fucked by such a nice looking implement, perhaps even ravaged by it. I noticed my labored breathing might be giving my lust for his cock away and turned to try to change it.

I felt myself being turned back around to face him, he lifted my face way too high with one hand under my chin, and then placed two fingers into my mouth to explore it’s insides. I held still for this humiliating act. I couldn’t keep anything from going into my mouth and clearly he wanted to prove that to me. But it got much worse. He brought his face very close to mine as if to smell my breath, and then before I even knew I should try to turn away, he spit in my mouth. How gross? But he held my face still and watched my eyes throwing daggers at him, and then spit in my mouth again. As if that wasn’t demeaning enough, he then pushed on my chin until my head was back so far that I could feel his spit making it’s way into my throat. I tried blowing out to keep it from going down and he seemed to love watching the mental torment he had caused. When he let go of me, I thrust my face downwards in hopes that his spit would drain out of me instead.

Just as it started, he grabbed me by my midriff as if I were a sack and brought me to the other side of the room. There was another mattress on the floor with a mound on it. It was sort of a rolling hill about two feet high and I expected that he was going to bend me over it to fuck me from the rear. Instead, he sat me on the mound and began binding my right leg to an ankle bracelet at the floor. I half-heartedly pulled it away from him, but he pulled it back. When he went to bind my ankle, I snapped it away again. I feared the position I saw coming and couldn’t cooperate in setting myself up for it. The guy stood up as if I had really pissed him off, smiled an evil grin, and then yanked me off the mound by pulling my feet out from under me. He spun around and pinned my body against the mound while he physically forced my ankles to each cuff and buckled them into the restraints.

The fear of what was going to happen started me crying again and that seemed to please my assailant. He reached out and grabbed my tits into his fists, squeezed at them hard and twisted them each a half turn outwards until he made me scream. Then he lifted me up from the bottom of the mound until my ass was back on top of it. He finally let go of my boobs and it felt wonderful to be free of his grip.

He walked around me, wrapped his arms around me, and gently started to pull me into the position he wanted me in. My feet braced my weight against the binds holding them as he laid me backwards. When my back came to rest against the mound, his cock was thumping against my face and I was beginning to understand my next torture. He slowly began pumping his cock through the ring in my mouth until he hit the back of my throat and made me gag a little, and then repeated it over and over. I couldn’t move my head away from him at all and simply had to endure.

“This isn’t about getting a blowjob you know. Without your lips on my shaft, I have to do all the work.” I saw his point, but why then was he doing this to me. “Gregg told me about your disgust of getting man juice in your mouth. So, this is to help you learn to accept it. I’m just going to use your mouth like a wet, sloppy cunt. Eventually, I’ll get off and show you what being a receptacle for sperm is all about.”

The fucker! He was going to use me for a cum dump as if I wasn’t even human. At least I was pretty sure that his stuff would run out of my mouth with a little effort, but it was his next statement that really got to me. It wasn’t just going to happen once.

“You see, when my friends come over, you’d better be ready to perform well.”

My new Master was taking his sweet time in fucking my mouth. He leaned over me to really get deep and started playing with my pussy, which was at eye level to him. This had to be the most embarrassing position of my life, including gyno exams. He began telling me about his friends. There were three of them and he expected them in about ten minutes. He told me that this time it would be up to me whether or not I swallowed willingly, but with them I was going to have to swallow every drop of cum they gave me. He even explained how I would have to hold my head back to make it go down on its own, since swallowing was impossible. For my incentive, he reminded me of how much my ass still hurt and said that if I failed to do as I was told, that all four of them would take turns beating my ass until I couldn’t walk.

I guess spanking my ass raw was a pleasing thought to him, because his grunting to hold back his ejaculation began and I braced my mind for what I use to consider to be the most repugnant thing in life. His balls were smacking into my forehead and he shoved half his fist inside my pussy just as I felt the first shot of warm liquid filling my mouth. I closed my throat as well as I could and waited for him to finish. He was saying the nastiest things I ever heard in my life to describe his use of me and how I was meaningless in his effort to get off. My pussy was pleased to have something in it, but trying to avoid swallowing any of his disgusting sperm was taking away from it greatly.

When he backed out of my mouth and took to his feet, he started laughing as I tilted my head back as far as I could to get his cum to drain from me. He reminded me of the beating I would get and asked if I was going to be holding my head the other way next time. The disgust of having to do what he was asking outweighed the fear of having four grown men wailing on my exposed ass. I tried my best to say, “Un hunh,” to tell him I would. I was told to sit up and struggled to sit back on top of the mound.

He came around to study his degradation of me and informed me that my short pubic hairs were cute, but if we ever played together again that he expected them to be totally removed. Again, I felt slightly better to hear that there might be a future out there for me after this “training“ session. He came close to me and I thought he was going to stick his cock back in my mouth, but instead he reached over my head and grabbed two ropes from above me. I had seen them for only a moment as I had been laid back earlier, and now he was going to show me what they were for in great detail. He released one hand from my belt restraint, then opened a leather cuff at the end of one of the ropes and held it out for me. I couldn’t believe he expected me to just give him my wrist, but he barked so loudly at me that I offered it out and even laid it into the cuff. He fixed it to me and then repeated it with the other one.

When I was secured to the new restraints, he went to a support beam a few feet away and pulled on the other end of the rope. I found my left hand dragging me off the mound and into the air. He pulled it until I was on my tip toes and I was trying to beg him the best I could to stop. But he wasn’t finished and after tying off the rope he went to the other side of me to do the same. But this time my feet both left the floor and I was feeling all my weight hanging from my wrists. At first I tried to pull myself up, but after he watched me struggle for a minute, I fell limp and hung from them instead. I was only a few inches off the floor, but it might as well have been a hundred feet.

He had me now. There wasn’t a thing I could do to even rebuke him. His smile was telling me just how much he was getting off on all this. And then it got painful.

“You know, I haven’t heard you take use of the best part of my little playroom here. Did you forget it was soundproofed? Go ahead, give it a try for me.”

I tried to yell through the ring, but it was hardly what he wanted. He grabbed my left tit really hard and twisted it until he was getting much more from me. It may not have been making it out of my mouth, but my screaming became deafening to me when he worked on torturing both my tits. I was thrashing around and wailing away as hard as I could, but it still didn’t seem to be enough for him. He dropped his right hand to my pussy and groped to get a good hold of my tiny clit. I could feel him trying to get the hood covering it to stay back, and then he squeezed my bared clit between the sides of his thumb and forefinger. Then he put the most unbelievable pressure on it until tears flowed like streams down my eyes and I jerked all around trying to get away from his grasp. I never knew how badly that most pleasurable organ could hurt, but I screamed at an ungodly volume to get him to stop.

He finally took pity on me and asked, “Do you really accept me as your Master now?”

There was absolutely no hesitation on my part and I nodded my head instantly. He went back to get the spray bottle and spent quite a while refreshing my mouth. I was even ordered to hold my head back to drink some of it. It felt so good that all my weight hanging from my wrists almost seemed non-important anymore. My chest was still heaving from my experiences and he started feeling my entire body. This time it was all gentle and pleasing. Normally, I don’t like a guy running his hand over my butt hole, but he spent a good time feeling right there and squeezing the part of my cheeks that bordered the area. He even massaged my arms and legs as if he understood the pain I was in. So far I was hating my decision to be here so bad, but I guess he felt like I deserved a reward; at least, mentally.

“I read some of Gregg’s email from you. I know how much you like getting raped. If you’re a nice girl and don’t need to get a beating from four men, would you like to get your pussy fucked really hard?”

This is where I normally would have bitten my lip, but he hit on the whole thing that I had been expecting to get out of all this all along. I wanted to get taken and fucked like a schoolgirl, man-hating virgin. I couldn’t show any sign to answer him at first, but he kept teasing me with the thought of getting forcibly taken in that special way, and he finally got me to nod ‘yes’ when he asked, “You want me to rape your fucking cunt while we fight over it, don’t you?”

The worst timing was happening. I went from finally getting something I wanted promised to me, to hearing the basement door open and footsteps starting down the stairs. It hadn’t been just a mind fuck, he really was going to make me do that awful thing. I didn’t even think of what else these guys might do to me. There were indeed three men and they walked right over to Master and talked as if I wasn’t even hanging right there in front of them. But soon they were all groping at my nudity and getting off on teasing me. One guy slapped my already inflamed ass and I jerked forward. Another one bit at my nipples and mocked the bruising that had already started. One of the men had an awful look on his face and scared me really bad.

The guy reached out his hand to touch my belly just below my rib cage and asked if my tops normally hid this spot. I had no idea why he was asking, but I nodded to him. Without any warning, he swung his right fist around and slugged me a good one right where he had touched. The breath went out of me and I struggled to breathe, but it felt like he had collapsed my lungs. It took several seconds before I could get air back into me and they were all laughing at me. My Master explained that though his hit wasn’t really all that hard, he knew exactly how to make a girl worship the right to breathe. He asked me if I wanted another one and I violently shook my head. I realized my own fists were in tight balls hanging from the cuffs.

While I hung there watching, all the men started stripping down like they were in a locker room. As their cocks all came into view, I again noticed they were all very hard… for me. I was hot over knowing they were hard for me, and sickly enough, that made me feel good. One of them commented on the dried cum on my chest from Master and they laughed over knowing he had broken me in already. Master bent over and released both of my ankle restraints and I could finally bring my legs together to reach low enough to touch my toes on the floor. All of a sudden my right arm was released and I fell to the side while swinging to the left. Then one of the guys had released the other rope and I fell to the floor.

One of the men asked my Master how they were going to do ‘this’, and he said I would remain free to show my “availability” to them. But he did start to fasten my wrists back into my belt. I was sort of glad for that, since I already knew what was coming. I was led over to the first mattress again and found the men circling me. One of them pushed me back and I managed to stay on me feet despite tripping over the mattress. One of the other men pushed me away from him as well, and soon I was just getting pushed all over the place between them. When I fell, I was picked up and they started again. It seemed the more they dominated me like this, the harder their cocks were getting. They were like cats playing with a mouse before eating it.

Then, finally one of them grabbed me from behind and forced me to my knees. Master was taking great pride in telling them how much I hated sperm in my mouth, even as the first guy took his place in front of me. They started taking turns with me and I saw that the size of the ring would accommodate all of their cocks. They would fuck my mouth for a minute and then jokingly pass me off to the next guy. I didn’t really hate sucking cock nearly as much as the end result, but this thing of getting passed around like a tool of some sort was making me horny as hell, not to mention dripping wet. They each seemed to have a slightly different way of fucking themselves into my mouth, but clearly they all loved to make me gag and drool. I must have been passed around like that for a half hour before one of them said he had to leave soon and had to finish himself off soon. My mouth was so sore that I was praying for them all to come soon.

While I was getting passed around, I was warned on what to do and that basically meant I had to get all of the men to cum in my mouth before I was allowed to swallow any of it, and then I had to swallow every drop. Despite being the most disgusting thing I’d ever had to do in my life, I had signed up for this trip and I sure didn’t want these four men taking turns at whipping my ass. There was one bright spot however. My Master pulled away from me just when I thought He was close to cumming. He had seemed the closest to getting off after all this time, but yet he seemed to deny wanting to get off. I wondered if he had something bigger in mind for me.

A couple of minutes after that, one of the guys really started pounding at my mouth. It was clear to see that he was getting ready to cum and his actions seemed to stir the other two men into a “feeding frenzy”. The man was banging into my mouth so hard that I kept getting knocked off balance and he would catch me by the grip he had on my head. I suddenly gagged and realized he was cumming deep into my throat, but after the first shot or two he pulled back and dumped the rest of his stuff into my mouth. When he released me I first bent over and realized that I might lose some of it and quickly caught myself. I tried finding a balance making what was in my throat finish going down and keeping what was left from following it.

Luckily the ring in my mouth had sort of desensitized my taste buds and I couldn’t begin to taste anything at all. All I knew was that it was a thick fluid. One of the other men started toying with my mouth after that, but he wasn’t fucking himself into me. He seemed to be holding the tip of his prick just inside the ring and began jerking himself off. While I was trying to hold still for him, I had to endure taunts of being a cum dump, a disgusting little whore, and worthless if not for this particular act. I would have agreed with them if their words weren’t sending me into a mission of my own. If it weren’t for the situation, my hands being strapped to my side, and my mouth pried open as it were, I would have bolted from these men. But the truth of the matter was that I was dripping wet over my humiliation and the assigned tasks I was to perform. My normal modesty however wouldn’t let me willingly acknowledge that fact to my attackers.

I felt a hand going to the back of my head and the cock in my mouth withdrew, but just far enough so everyone, including myself, could see him shooting his sperm into me. One shot hit the back of my throat and I struggled to keep from choking on it. When he was done, he wiped the tip of his cock along the ring to leave me his last drops.

I had one man to go and I turned to him. They were all pointing out the obvious and I got furious when I placed my head in easy reach for him, but he simply stood there and stopped playing with himself as he had been doing. I tried pushing my mouth and the ring in it around his hardon, but he wasn’t giving me anything back. The bastard was toying with me and I scrambled for a way to end this event. I finally pulled my slop filled mouth away from him knowing that it would be impossible for me to fuck him off with my mouth. With the ring in it my lips were useless, so I knew I had to use my hand to finish him off. That was going to be a feat in itself. I half stood next to him and managed to grab his cock. It was so warm and hard in my hand, and all I could manage with my wrist secured to the belt around my midsection was a quick jerking motion.

Apparently, he liked my effort and I could feel him tensing up his cock for me, trying to help me get him off. I guess my awkward pose was showing a weird desire to help him cum, so he was reciprocating my actions. My Master warned me that I had better be fast if I was going to catch his cream like I had been ordered to do. It would only be a quick swing to present my mouth back to him, but everything was awkward to accomplish without the real use of my hands. Then it got really wild. For the first time in my life, being denigrated my the very guy I was helping to get off seemed so intoxicating that I worked to perform the very way he was treating me.

He was saying, “Come on cunt, work that cock. It holds your next meal and I can see how hungry you are for my cum. Come on you worthless fucking whore, beat it.”

I had no idea how the psychology of this was all working to turn me into a fucking cum drinking slut against my will, but I was so fucking turned on by his words. They made me feel so needed and appreciated in some way. And when he made it evident that he was holding this food back for me, I dropped to my knees in front of him and did the only thing possible. I could no longer reach his cock and getting it back in my mouth would probably just hamper the inevitable. So I moaned as if his sperm was the absolutely most needed thing in my life. I begged him to finish adding his supply of food for me into the mess already in my mouth. I could see he couldn’t hold back any longer himself and the tips of his fingers started jerking his cock off in my direction. I moaned my approval over helping me out and when his cock started spitting up into my mouth, I moaned a very unseemly wail of appreciation.

The second I was sure he was done, I turned toward the man I had now agreed twice to that he was my new Master, and let him watch me tilt my head way back. I felt the slime moving slowly to my open throat and tried to swallow, but nothing could really work without being able to close my mouth. I waited until my throat felt full, and gulped as much as the ring would allow. I would wait again until the next full feeling and try to gulp again. All the nasty comments coming from the men made me feel like a superior woman right now. And then I saw my Master standing next to me with the spray bottle. He started spraying it into my mouth and at first I choked, but I caught myself and waited for the added fluid to work.

Master told me to stand, and when I had trouble staying on my feet, I leaned up against his chest and held the side of my face against him. For some reason, my nudity flooded back to the present and I started getting shy.

I guess the men wanted their effect to seem a little more real or something. Master whispered in my ear that I had performed very well for him and that he was going to give me my reward now. I tried smiling for him, but my breathing was still too hard. The men seemed to work together to work my jersey style panties back onto my bottom, and then the cotton shorts over them. I was getting a little pissed in some respects. It looked like they had had their fun and I was about to be cast off. I had certainly earned what I had come here for, and allowed them to put me through; I wanted mine now. If I could talk, I probably would have started taunting their manhood to instigate my reward.

I was being ignored as if I didn’t even exist, so I sat on the mattress with the hump on it. They would look my way now and then, and it occurred to me that they might just be trying to build up their reserves again. My hopes grew when they started talking so low I couldn’t hear them. I wondered if Master had told them about my penchant for being taken and just how real it might seem if they did in fact decide to rape me. It didn’t look good when one of the men left.

About ten minutes of making myself dripping wet over the prospects of what they might be planning for me, one of them came over. He grabbed my arm and I resisted, but he pulled me over to an installed shower in the corner of the room. I noticed their wasn’t any shower head or knobs and when I turned around trying to figure it out, I was hit in the face with a strong spray of water. I was getting hosed down like a dog. I was ordered to turn all around and they made sure that my mouth was thoroughly cleaned. My cotton bottoms were soaked and were hanging so unflatteringly. Two large bath towels were thrown flat on the floor and I was ordered to dry myself. I did the only thing I could come up with, and laid down on them. I squirmed around to dry myself the best I could. They were really starting to piss me off. My horniness had totally subsided from the cold spraying and this demeaning act of making me flop around on the floor for their pleasure wasn’t helping. Master lifted me to my feet, said it was time I leave, and warned me never to tell a soul about what they had done to me.

I was getting half dragged towards the stairs and I felt like kicking the hell out of him. This hadn’t been the idea, at all. We were both suppose to be getting something here, and despite all the new shit I’d been exposed to, I hadn’t gotten mine. My tits flopping from side to side refreshed my mind that I couldn’t be brought back to the mall like this. I pulled back trying to at least get my clothes, but he pushed me up the stairs. He opened the soundproof door and I became aware of true noise again. And then it started.

It had all been a ruse to put me off guard, and perhaps even in a fighting mood. Master quickly whispered to me, “Don’t make this easy on them.”

The next thing I heard was, “Not yet bitch. I getting me a piece of that ass.”

I turned to see the two remaining men hurrying up the stairs. I flashed a quick look at my Master and ran towards the front door. One of the men caught up to me and pushed me up against the door with his own naked body. He picked me up with a bear hug and swung me around to carry me back to the basement. He started telling me that he had been promised a piece of my ass, and he was going to take it. I kicked and struggled to scream, but that only made him more determined. I placed my feet against the door jamb and he fought me hard to get my legs through the door way. I saw Master with a huge smile and knew we were the only two really aware what was going on.

I was finally half heaved over the guy’s shoulders and carried to the flat mattress. He slammed me down on it on my back, and I turned over to crawl away. He caught me by my legs, and grabbed for a handful of my ass. The second man got into the act and held me pinned face down as his friend took great pleasure in stripping my shorts from me again. The guy holding me placed two fingers in my mouth and worked to alternately gag me and toy with my insides as he held me still for his friend. I felt the guy biting at my ass and twisted to get away from him. My mind went blank when I felt a amazingly hard slap across my ass. It stung so much worse than my earlier spankings because the Jersey panties were still quite wet. Then they were getting torn from my body.

I was rolled over to face my attackers and the one below me had such an evil look on his face. He separated my legs to get between them and I snapped them shut. He got much rougher and pried them apart again as he placed a knee between them. There was no stopping a man once he had your legs physically spread like this, and I felt that wild tingling in my crotch knowing that I was about to be forcibly penetrated. He got his other leg between mine and began spreading me like a wishbone. I would never forget the feeling I was having at the moment. At one point of being spread open for him, it was as if I felt my lips part to such a point that my own body parts were showing treason and inviting the guy to rape me.

Master suddenly appeared and started taking pictures. I hated the idea of pictures of this existing and began a fresh volley of twists and turns. The guy holding me down placed his fingers back through the ring in my mouth and my legs were spread even wider for a couple of close-up shots of my pussy. Then the camera focused on my tits as they were squeezed and the man’s fingers about to rape me dug into them. He looked like he was trying to decimate two oranges and took no mercy on my squealing in pain. And finally, he worked his cock head to my cunt lips, and slammed into me. It hurt from his quick entry and I lifted my hips off the mattress. He began slamming himself into me and all I could do was try to absorb as much cock as he was forcing me to take. I’d had a bigger cock before, but he was being so brutal in his fucking of me.

The man was slamming into me so hard that I never even got into a pace of my own. I began crying from his crashing into my pussy so hard that my clit lost its own fullness. But it wasn’t like I wasn’t getting anything out of this. I was being totally dominated like a female dog. I had displayed myself and now I couldn’t say or stop anything, or risk losing my stud. I was beginning to understand that it was just as much the action of being dominated by a man for his own gratification as it was to get off. I could always frig myself later, but getting savagely raped like this would be in every future fantasy for sure.

Before I even knew it, he was screaming out in the ecstasy of a major orgasm. I felt let down when he pulled away from me and didn’t say so much as, “Good fuck”. The most I could hope for was a better time with one of the other two guys, but I was already sure that it would be the brutal raping of the first man I would be fingering to myself later on. I felt so embarrassed when Master began taking pictures of the mess the my first guy had left behind. I also knew that my hole was still gaping from being unable to reclaim my muscles quickly enough to close myself up. My cunt was so sore from his pounding at me that I didn’t even try to close my legs.

The man that had been holding me down took his place between my legs. I made a half-hearted attempt to bring my legs back together, but I was already in enough pain that I didn’t need to go asking for more. Right from the start, this guy was less aggressive in his use of me and I was finally starting to get wet. That meant in a few moments I would also start getting into it. Then he did something unusual. He tilted us over in mid fuck and slapped my ass as he bucked up into me. I was trying to hold onto him. But I couldn’t spread my hands enough in my restraints.

I guess my Master saw I was drying up and came over to spray my mouth. My first guy told my present rapist that he wasn’t hitting me hard enough, so he began slamming into me harder, but it was still acceptable. I was getting quite horny with all the nasty talk going on about me and how they “just had to get me back again in the future”. That would certainly depend on how well this guy and my Master performed. I kept getting a slap every half minute or so. That’s when Master came beside me and had a vibrator in his hand. He was lubing it up and had the guy hold me tight to his chest. I rested my head into the crook of his neck, embarrassed over my uncontrolled drooling.

I was hoping that Master knew how to use a dildo well, because I was really going to want some major stimulation after this guy was done with me. But what I didn’t know was that he wasn’t going to wait until he was done. I felt it getting pushed to my ass and then getting twisted into position. I never had both ends taken at the same time before, and I’d only been fucked in the ass one time by a boy with a pretty small dick. I felt Master begin forcing it into me and I could feel it and my rapists cock hitting each other inside of me. I was just about use to getting reamed in both ends when Master turned it on. The vibrations launched me toward my own orgasm in short time, but it was still just a small one. And before I had time to go for a better one, the guy was grunting his way to his finish. I felt the warmth that told me that I was getting filled up with his spent cum.

The vibrator was still going to town on me and Master kept pushing it into me to make sure it wouldn’t fall out. I looked at him as the guy rolled me off him and onto my back. I could see he had a different way of tormenting me. He had no plans of fucking me himself. He laughed at me and told me that if I wanted to get off, I’d have to do it myself. I was already on my way and needed to cum so bad that I struggled to stretch my fingers enough so they could touch my clit. The vibrator was driving me nuts and I just had to get one major cum out of this. I had to look quite odd in my restraints, fighting to finger myself just after two men used me like they had, and without letting the vibrating dildo fall out of my ass. But I really didn’t care anymore what it looked like. I was owed a fantastic orgasm and I was going to get one.

Master started snapping pictures of me when I really got into it, but I simply couldn’t worry about them now. I had to hold my head forward to be able to stretch my fingers enough to reach my clit. The vibrator kept trying to slip away from me and I had to keep scooting forward to prevent it from falling out of me. Normally I would have one hand buried deep inside of me, but it was just the dildo and two fingers from each hand at my disposal right now. I could feel the spent cum getting squeezed out of me from squeezing my muscles so much. I had my eyes closed and remembered what it had felt like when that first man had been slamming into my cunt so hard that I couldn’t feel any pleasure at that moment. I flashed back to when all this began and I was dragged from my Masters’ car and thrown over his shoulder. Then I felt my own massive explosion approaching when I thought about when Master had purposely made me scream to test his soundproof room. Remembering the pleasure of feeling him groping my hood away from my clit so he had free access to grip only my clit between his fingers, and the pain he caused when he squeezed it into a flat protrusion.

I started cumming perhaps harder than I ever had, and I became aware that I was masturbating myself in front of my three attackers. Pictures were being snapped endlessly as I convulsed and looked around at their faces. They were nearly as excited as myself. The ring prying my mouth wide open was getting painful because I was biting down onto it so hard. Clearly, watching these men’s expressions as I humiliated myself in front of them was keeping my orgasm going longer than ever before, and I went for every moment of it. Even when the camera was right between my legs, I was in such ecstasy that I couldn’t worry about mere modesty and continued frigging away at myself.

Finally, as my body jerked a few last times while my fingering slowed down, I became aware that the mattress next to my head was soaking wet from my drool. I loosened my ass muscles and allowed the dildo to fall from my ass. One of them grabbed it to shut it off and put it to the side. The other man saw I was exhausted and offered to spray my mouth for me, and that took him from being just an attacker to a darling man. I could still taste the residual sperm from earlier and knew he was helping me swallow his own deposit. He even sprayed my face and chest to cool me off. There was a puddle of sweat in my navel, and my nipples were hard little rocks.

I was still breathing so hard through my gag that it was hard to hear Master when he got close to my ear and whispered the magic words to me that would make the two men leave. I should have known by now that he was the kind of person to make me do this, but there wasn’t much use pretending that I hadn’t liked my adventure here today. Not after the frigging I just gave myself in front of my audience. He reached behind my head to unfasten the ring gag, and had to really work to get it twisted flat to remove the ring from my mouth. The pain that I hadn’t been realizing came rushing to my jaw and teeth. I had to speak, but my jaw had forgotten how to move normally. I struggled to form the words my Master had instructed me to tell them. My tongue seemed so swollen that my speech sounded retarded as I forced words through my lips, still unable to fully close.

“Than ew… for helpen my Masta to wape me.”

My jumbled words didn’t seem to be mysterious to them and I wondered how many other times they had looked down on their prey in this fashion. My legs finally tried closing as they took a final gaze at my crotch before turning to leave. All three men left me there, still attached to my belt, and went upstairs. I worked my jaw in the deafening silence and looked down to see tremendously pronounced finger bruises on my boobs. My nipples had turned an odd shade of red from their abuse. My clit ached in pain from Master’s grab at it and my frigging it silly. My labia had to be purple from the pounding that it had taken, and my face was crusty from all my drool and drying sperm. My teeth ached so much from having bitten down on that damn ring for so long.

I looked over at the ropes that had held me suspended in the air earlier. They didn’t seem at all offensive to me, nor threatening anymore; I had beat them. And when I thought about what it had felt like having the cum of three men draining down my throat, I smiled in a small laugh. I had finally taken a guy’s cum into my belly, and all it took was all this around me. I had been tortured and sexually abused for nearly two hours, and yet the contract hadn’t been broken. When the door opened again, I knew he was coming back to rescue me from himself. He had gotten the bag containing my clothes that had been left in his car earlier. And sure enough, he worked to free my hands right off. We didn’t say anything for several minutes as I rubbed my wrists and jaw. He handed me a towel and I wiped my face as he sprayed it with the bottle. I finally struggled to stand again and found I had all but forgotten how to use my legs properly. Master caught me and we both looked at the bruises all over my chest, and the one big one forming just below my rib cage from the blow that had knocked the wind out of me.

I looked up at him and went to kiss him. He turned his head as if to tell me how disgusting my face still was, and I understood all too well. I didn’t even hate him for having been the cause of it, I just understood. So I hugged him and spoke into his chest.

“You were right back… at the mall. Will I see you again?”

As if he wanted to torture me further, he seemed to not even notice my question. Instead he asked, “Where is my contract? I need that back now.”

I told him how I had mailed it to myself, and I wouldn’t get it until at least the next day. He told me to meet him at the mall at five o’clock, and that I’d better have it. He paused to tell me that it was a smart way to safe guard myself and admired me for such ingenuity.

I grabbed my clothes from the bag, and for the first time in my life, I stood before a man and calmly dressed myself. I didn’t try to hide like normal after sex. As a matter of fact, I thought it was only right that he got to watch me dress so casually. He had made himself my Master, and I knew it would please him to see me covering myself in a way that men never get to see. I cherished his gaze upon me like he was a man watching an unwitting virgin covering untouched skin.

When he went to drive me back to the mall, I asked him again if I would be seeing him again. He didn’t answer, and didn’t even seem to hear me, so I stopped asking. Just as I was about to get out of the car, he placed a little plastic piece into my hand. It was a flash memory card, from the camera. I thanked him and told him I hoped I had the contract by tomorrow and that I would meet him at the food court at five sharp, either way. He didn’t say a word and I knew he was just finishing up his role of being my Master. He didn’t owe me any words; I was there only for his pleasure.

I was so thankful that the house was empty when I got home. I put the memory card into my computer and looked at several of the pictures quickly. He had taken several short videos of me as well, but it was only the last one that I needed to look at. It was of when I had just gotten into frigging myself. I couldn’t believe the quivering mess he had reduced me to, nor how shamelessly I was working to get myself off. When I saw my body begin heaving, I put my computer to sleep and headed for the basement. It was my special time to visit my old toy closet. I needed its darkness to help me remember every tiny detail as I would work to make my clit and lips even more painful. The first thing I noticed when I shut myself into the closet was how the sound went away; just as it had in Master’s basement playroom.