Everything had been extremely regimented with her Master but the day before their six month anniversary together he had come to her room for an extra-long, extra special session. She had been informed that he would be testing her, and she knew that he was pleased with her progress so far, so wondered what he could have in mind. He arrived in her room unannounced for the first time since she had moved in. She knew he was coming, just not when. He normally always told her what time he would arrive. She had made sure her makeup was perfect and had worn only the short silk gown he had provided her with. She heard the door open and jumped straight off the bed and dropped to her knees compliantly, no need to be asked. Her head hung, facing the floor. She could feel that the gown had opened exposing her small breasts, her nipples stood erect. She knew better than to close it over having made that mistake before. She belonged to her Master and modesty was no longer a commodity she owned. Time always seemed to slow down when he just stood there appraising her. She always wished she was allowed to watch him too but he had made it clear it wasn’t about pleasing her, that she was already getting what she wanted, to submit to him. She heard his footsteps approach and his hand circle her arm. She loved how strong and powerful he was. She was pulled into a standing position and roughly pushed over the bed. Her legs hung over the side, leaving her ass sticking out exposed, even after all this time that still brought a blush to her face in spite of everything else she had done. He cuffed her hands behind her back and used the cuffs to pull her back up to a standing position. The first time he had done that it had hurt badly and she had screamed out but now she was used to it and could take the pain without making a noise, having come a long way since arrival. He pulled the gown down her arms leaving it hanging from her cuffed hands. He went to the wardrobe and removed a bag that wasn’t there the night before. Cindy wondered when he had put it there. As usual he walked behind her so she couldn’t see what the was doing. She could hear him fumbling about and then felt his hand on her ass. She could feel that he had used lube as he quickly rubbed between her cheeks. At first she had despised when he had gone there but she had grown to love it through time. As she felt the plug push in, steadily in one go she realised he had used a much larger plug than previously, it took her breath away but still she didn’t make a sound.
“|Good girl!” he said, sounding a little surprised but impressed.
“Thank you Master.” She said in a soft voice.
She felt him attach the tail to the plug and could feel the soft hairs tickling the backs and inside of her legs. It never failed to get her wet. It felt so alien, never something she would have thought of trying herself. He gave her a minute to adjust before he sat on the bed and pulled her over his lap. At first she thought she was getting a spanking but then realised he had the dildo. When he put it to her pussy she shivered. She wasn’t sure if it was excitement or just the fact that she was already so full and about to be stretched even more. Her Master had played with both of her holes at the one time before but she had never had anything so big in her ass. As the dildo started to push in she had to bite down on her lip to stop from screaming. He took his time and worked it in and out and she was wet enough but he hadn’t given her any respite by using a smaller one in her pussy. It was their normal ten inch bad boy. It was a good four inches thick and filled her up on its own. She could feel her legs shaking as her toes rubbed on the carpet. She had thought a few times that he must surely be done only to feel him pushing it in further, and then finally she had taken it all. She was still in pain and the usual questions of what the fuck am I doing popped up then disappeared just as quickly but deep down she was proud that she had done as expected without a peep and here she was over Masters knee, making him happy as always, they were made for each other. As he moved her with his hands she got to her feet, feeling like her legs would give way but managed to stay standing. He slipped a pair of 8 inch heels onto her feet and told her it was time to dance for him. Considering everything she had been through this should have been an easy task but she had always hated dancing, especially if anyone was watching. She knew that wasn’t the point though. She started to sway her hips and touch herself in what felt like the least sexual dance ever, every movement intensified the feeling of the toys inside her. While they hurt she could feel herself getting more excited and could tell her thighs were now damp. Her Master sat expressionless as always but she hadn’t been scolded or punished so she knew he was pleased with her so far. She rarely let him down. She could have only been dancing for two minutes when he stood up, walked over to her and pulled her over to the A-frame and strapped her in. She knew what was coming and it was one of her least favourite parts. Only seconds passed before her back felt the lash of his cat of nine tails. It stung like a motherfucker but that was the point. Well the point was that she didn’t scream or cry out but she must remember to thank her Master after each stroke, something that was increasingly difficult, as the better she got at taking it, the harder or longer he done it. He worked on her in a methodical fashion, making sure he covered every inch of her back and legs before giving up. She had managed to stay quiet but God only knew how. He had never been so ferocious with her.
“Rest.” Was all he said.
She was left hanging there, which wasn’t the easiest position to rest in, but having a bit of respite from the blows was enough. She heard her Master sit on the bed and then she heard the door open. She had never seen another soul in the house the entire time she was there. At that moment she would have given just about anything to be able to cover up.
“This is my friend. His name is Tom. You will be his for the evening.” her Master said.
Every single part of her wanted to scream in protest but she knew it would do no good. She was pretty confident she could say no and nothing would be forced upon her but that wasn’t the game. The game was that she did what she was asked of her and if at any point it seemed too much she would be allowed to leave, but she didn’t want to leave, she loved her Master. How could he do this? Was this her final test before he would accept her fully? She didn’t know but fear told her not to ask any questions in case she ruined all the good work she had put in.
The click of the door shutting was enough to pull her back from her thoughts. Had the man left? Was it a sick joke?
“My my, you are a pretty one. I think we will have fun together.
THE NEXT MORNING after the man left, Cindy lay in her bed and cried until she had no tears left. Unlike her Master the man had no interest in what she wanted and she doubted that he would have taken no for an answer, not that she would have said no. She wanted to stay right where she was and she was now confident she would. What else could her Master ask of her? Hadn’t she proven that she was willing and compliant?
She lay in bed naked, soft skin shining in the moonlight, cuts and bruises from the cat of nine tales covering most of her skin, thinking to herself that it didn’t really matter what it was. She now knew she was capable of completing any assignment given, especially for the one she loved. The next morning she got up and dressed in her Master’s favourite outfit. It was comprised of white silk panties with the word ‘Please’ across the bottom, knee high white socks and white eight inch spike heels. She stood at the bottom of her bed waiting, knowing he would open her door at precisely 10am as always. When he entered and presented her with the large hunting knife she looked back in confusion.
“You are by far the best submissive who has ever came to live with me Cindy but now our time is up. There is nothing else I can teach you and nothing left for you to learn. You are the epitome of what a submissive should be but I fear there is nothing left for you in this life now.”
This was the first time he had ever spoken her name and after all this time it was to tell her she would be better off dead. The tears flooded from her eyes as for the first time in six months she lost her composure and crumpled to the floor sobbing.
“I know how this must sound but from the day I met you I haven’t seen a
nything in you but the need to be a submissive. For most people it is a fantasy and a sexual pastime but for you it is all consuming. I don’t know that you will be happy in any other walk of life but I can’t keep you here. I take a new submissive every six months as I enjoy the training with new girls. You’ve served your purpose now. You don’t have to use the knife but I think it’s for the best. It is my last offer of a chance to submit completely. You can leave tonight with everything you came with or you can use the knife your Master gave you and prove yourself to be a true submissive. I have known what’s best for you since we met and I still do but like always you have your own free will and may leave if you choose.”
With Cindy still on the floor bawling she heard the door close and realised her Master had just left her for the last time. She had never felt this lonely before meeting him and she sat wondering if she could start to rebuild her life on her own. She knew that if she set her mind to it she could rebuild her life, maybe even better this time but she wasn’t sure she wanted to start again. With that she looked back at the hunting knife on the floor in front of her and thought it looks identical to the one she used to slit her ex’s throat. Was it a sign? She thought it was.
With that Cindy pushed herself up, using the bed to help. She was used to walking in the massive heels by now but still found it difficult getting up. She walked over to the knife, tears and makeup running down her face and dripping onto her breasts, and curled her fingers around the handle. A smile spread across her face. “Oh I’ll use the fucking knife okay.” She said, her voice sounding hoarse, not having spoken in weeks. She decided not to bother changing her outfit as she left her room for the first time in six months without permission, the silk panties caressing her buttocks and the heels clicking as she marched along the corridor. She knew she would have made quite a sight if anyone had seen. The sound of her heels clicking reverberated around the room and had obviously alerted her Master to her approach. As he opened the door to his room and stepped into the hallway Cindy lurched forward and buried the knife to the hilt in his stomach, wondering how many girls he had got to commit suicide over the years. He looked down, seeing the blood spread, then grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her into the wall, with the knife still sticking out of his stomach. Cindy banged her head and fell to the floor. He started to kick her, surprising her with the strength he still possessed, considering she had just stabbed him. The kicks hit her in the stomach stealing her breath away. She tried to crawl but another kick put her back on the floor. On the brink of passing out she felt the kicks begin to slow, she knew she had to stay awake or he would kill her. Turning her head slightly to see exactly where he was she pushed herself up on her hands as quickly as she could and dove at him from her knees, grabbing the knife and pulling it down as hard as she could. It tore through flesh and muscle as she ripped it into his pelvis, his screams feeling like they would burst her eardrums. She managed to get herself to her feet and pushed him as hard as she could. She watched as he disappeared over the second floor balcony, the look on his face not one of dominance.
As she stood there in her panties and heels, no longer white, blood covering her, she smiled. If she was going to have to rebuild her life this was as good a place as any to start. This time she would be the Domme.
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