To her surprise, the creaking of pulleys and gears filled her ears, and her rack rotated slowly, coming to a stop when she was fully inverted. She opened her mouth to form a question, but fingers gripped her chin and held her jaws agape. He slammed himself down her throat, flattening her nose against his testicles, and leaned in with his full weight before pulling back to ease into a steady rhythm.
Mariah could only catch gasps of air through her flared nostrils on the occasional back stroke that pulled him out far enough to clear her airway. He cooed and groaned, and leaned in to place his mouth upon her, this time on her sex. Pulses of sensation launched through her entire body.
Other noises that she was unable to identify filtered into her awareness. His finger circled her anus, tickled and probed, coaxed her sphincter to twitch and contract.
“Virgin territory, pet?”
He chuckled, burrowed his finger inside, hooked into her painfully, forcing the ring of muscles wide for something he shoved into place. Her anus snapped shut on the intrusion, and she suffered the sensation of a cool base sitting snuggly against her soft, puckered skin.
Through a red haze, and the constant rhythm of his thrusts into her mouth, Mariah heard a vibrator switch on. The initial low thrum became a high whine, and the walls of her vagina gaped in anticipation. The phallus slid inside, and he fastened it into place, wrapping what felt like laces around her thighs. The steady humming throbbed inside her innermost regions, and she was reduced to tremors and sweat.
Again his mouth lowered to devour her, and his head thrashed between her legs. His hands snaked between their bodies. With a vice-like grip, he seized her nipples and twisted them in opposite directions. His thrusts came faster, harder, more intense, and Mariah was overwhelmed with it all, feeling an intense orgasm gathering itself to erupt, overshadowing her fight for air.
“That’s it, pet!” He gasped as he thrust. “Come for me! Give it to me! Now!” He roared and jerked into her mouth. Pulses of semen choked her until she remembered to swallow. A massive release washed over her body, rocking through her again and again, and her strangled cries joined his breathless praise.
“Yes, pet. Come for me! Good girl! That’s my good pet!” He sucked her clit and lapped at the edge of the vibrator as he spent his last into her throat.
“Clean me, pet. Suck me dry, my little cum slut. That’s a good girl. And not a drop spilled. Extra points for good behavior your first time, little one. Indeed.” He groaned once more and jerked into her, grasping her ankles and holding tight. “Oh, pet! You are ripe! You are so fresh. So good. Such a good little pet.” He sagged against her and rested his forehead on her thigh.
He stepped back, and his flaccid penis slipped from her mouth. He spun her upright once again. He kissed her deeply then, and afterward replaced the gag, strapping it securely into place.
“Only a taste, pet.”
Mariah's head sagged against her shoulder.
***
Mariah spent quiet hours in a cage after their first session, huddled against the cold cement floor, shivering within leather straps that crisscrossed her body. Her knees were held to her chest. A cruel steel bar spread her thighs. And in her mouth, a phallus, secured tightly by a wide leather band that ran around her jaw and buckled at the base of her skull.
To this buckle were fastened several more straps, securing a leather sheath that encased her arms from just above the elbows, all the way to her fingertips. She lay awkwardly on her side, and had only managed to sleep sporadically for unmeasured amounts of time. Thoughts of her ‘other life’-her real life-began to fade.
The next day he had a new lesson for her. As he pulled her from her cage and strapped her to the rack, he warned her of the importance of compliance. He required certain actions, like the tumblers in a lock, before he released her to ecstasy.
He began slowly, teasing, taunting, edging her closer and closer, but never quite taking her all the way to completion. Each time she was close to coming without permission, he would stop and strike her with a rod until hot welts rose on her flesh.
After what felt like hours, almost insane from the throbbing of enflamed thighs and the nearness of climax, she issued her first, “P-peash?” He crammed his staff inside her and held himself there, his trimmed pubic hairs prickled against her smooth-shaven skin. “What, pet? Please what? More? Oh, I have plenty more to give, dear one.” He continued pumping while stimulating her erogenous zones with his fingers and various other tools. She was a mass of tremors and chattering teeth, and still he slid in, out and back again
“P-peash, Shah? Peash, muh Uh?” The shame of mumbling those words, the act of admitting her need, somehow thrilled her to the core, and she clenched around his shaft, aching for him to bring her over the top.
He paused then, and prompted her through the rest of her script. “May you what, pet? Hmmmm? What do you want, my little one?” He stroked her trembling cheek and brushed the back of his fingers across her clamped nipples.
“Peash Shah, mah yuhr peh cmm?” she finally gasped. Through the ball gag, slick with her foaming saliva, it sounded nothing like English. He understood, though, and counted backwards slowly from ten while tweaking her body into full explosion, pumping vigorously, near climax himself. Her body coiled and held against the tide until he reached the magic number ‘one’, and his words of encouragement were all but lost in her cries and sustained moans.
“Now, my little cum-pet. Good, girl. That’s a gooooood girl.” His pace quickened. He shuddered inside her, ready to burst.
The relief almost surpassed the release. Every muscle, tendon and nerve ending sang with the rush. It was the most powerful feeling Mariah had ever experienced, and she found herself relishing in the ‘letting go’ of it all. The fact that she had no choice freed her to simply react. That she was rewarded for reacting as instructed was not lost on her-and thus her satisfaction was two-fold.
A lesson learned quickly garnered praise most treasured. He showered her in adoration, bathed and groomed her, stroked her hair as it dried and cooed to her softly.
“What a proud and happy owner you make me, pet. I am lucky to have one such as you.”
***
The most difficult lesson began with whispers and tugging of the fasteners of her hood. She lay on her blanket on the floor of her cell, arms sheathed behind, legs strapped four ways.
“Another step ahead, pet. Another opportunity, another reward. You mustn’t open your eyes in my presence, pet. You are not yet ready to understand.” She kept her eyes squeezed tight, but his words echoed in her mind.
Understand? What’s to understand? I’m not stupid. Her eyelids popped open, but sprung tight when a blast of air burned her retina.
“Keep. Them. Closed.”
She cowered at his calm, icy tone. When he was most quiet, he was most angry, and she was most in danger of being disciplined. Her eye stung beneath the lid, and she wished her hands were free to rub some moisture back into it. She tried blinking quickly, but was rewarded with a shot of air in the other eye.
“Keep them closed, else you’ll get the hood, and I will not be pleased, pet.” He pinched the alligator clips on her nipples.
No. She did not want him to be disappointed. She wanted him to be proud and happy.
She whimpered and shook her head, leaning in to place her head upon his lap.
“Good girl. That’s a very good girl.” He stroked her hair, caressing from her crown to her shoulder, then down her side and over her hip. With a swift movement, he latched on to the inside of her thigh, simultaneously pulling her up onto her elbows and knees, and spun her on her blanket so that her backside swayed in front of him.
“I love my little pussy pet. Always wet, always ready.” He shoved a huge dildo into her vagina, gripped her hips and slathered her anus with his tongue. “No muffles this time, pet. No gag for you.”
He curled over her back and undid the buckles of her ball gag. She pushed it out with her tongue, flexe
d her jaw a little, but kept her face pressed against the floor. He leaned away from her, and with one thrust buried his cock to the hilt in her rectum.
Instinctively, she pulled away, but his fingers locked into her thighs and held her on point. He pounded into her. It stung. Then it burned, and she grunted and cried with each thrust.
He slapped her hard across the left buttock. “Don’t clench, pet! Release your muscles!” He smacked her again, harder this time, and she felt a numb spot growing where his hand left its impression. “Release!” With a wall-rattling scream, she sagged to the floor, letting all of her muscles relax, relying on his grip on her hips to hold her aloft. The friction of his shaft, hot and smooth against the inner walls of her anus, began to grow and warm and radiate. She became aware of the sensation of the dildo rubbing against his invading member, with only the thinnest membrane between them. Soon she began to rock back to him, moaning with abandon, eyes closed tight, riding him as he rode her.
“Oh, good pet. That’s it. Good, good pet.” He gripped her tighter, and his thrusts became more calculated and deliberate. “I want you to sing for me, pet.” One hand snaked around her leg, fingers sliding in to punish her clitoris.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Out of control, oblivious to the world, her one task and only focus in life: to relish this moment and show her appreciation. She had but one syllable, it seemed, and it poured from her until she was unable to catch her breath and her voice became a hoarse whisper.
Her cheek grew raw from scraping against the concrete where the blanket had been pushed aside, but the irritation was far away from her awareness. She plunged back, savoring the sound his testicles made as they collided with the dildo. His breathing turned to sighs and moans, and he counted down with each thrust, from five this time, as eager as she to climax.
“Oonne!” He growled, and crashed into her so hard his hipbones bruised the flesh of her buttocks. “Sing, pet!” He slapped her in time to his thrusts, and her mouth shot wide to elicit that one syllable, not over and over, but in a long, sustained howl that originated in her belly, and swelled and bloomed and exploded out of her mouth. She was a good girl. She was his pet.
When he bathed her after, he cooed and sighed happily, and she couldn’t stop smiling.
***
He came and opened her cage, then hefted her into his arms. Setting her on a table, he spun her around to face him, removing her gag as he spoke.
“Now, pet, you have been with me for two full days and nights. It is time for you to choose your path. As I said before, all things are at your discretion.” He cupped her face in his hands. “I will bring you to a phone and leave you for a while. If your desire is to remain in my keeping and complete your training, then you will call and terminate your employment. You will then call your closest friend and tell her that you have a family emergency and need to be away for a while.
“I will, of course, support you during the time you are with me, pet. You’ve no need to worry about your home. You will always have a home with me, and I will keep you well.”
With that, he brought her somewhere else and set her down. “I will step out, then you may remove the blindfold and open your eyes.” He released her arms from their sheath and detached the bar from between her legs. He then tied her hands in front, allowing a small amount of movement.
After the door clicked shut, Mariah blinked in the brightness of the small room. She leaned back against the couch on which she sat and contemplated her bound wrists.
Is this what I want? A thrill washed over her when she thought of having someone keep and care for her. No decisions to be made. No responsibilities save for his expectations.
She dialed the phone.
When she’d completed her calls, she replaced the covering over her eyes and leaned back onto the cushions. It wasn’t long before he returned.
She heard the phone beep, as if he checked the caller ID. The phone clattered into its cradle.
“Oh, pet.”
He dropped between her knees and leaned in, spread her legs and kissed her vulva.
Gently, he stroked her labia with his tongue, alternately penetrating her and circling her clitoris until she moaned softly and placed her bound hands on top of his head. His hair was full and thick between her fingers, and she clutched instinctively when he pulled away from her grasp.
A click and a light buzzing sound foretold her fate. Working quietly, he slid a slender, lubricated vibrator into her anus, pulled straps around her thighs and secured them with buckles at her hips. He planted his hands firmly on her sides and slid his cock into her, pumping slowly and moving his hips in lazy circles. He raised her arms above her head, pinned them against the wall, then leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“You’ve made me so happy, my pet.” With that, he hastened his pace, grunting softly in her ear until he climaxed and collapsed on top of her.
Mariah cried quietly, the cloth over her eyes soaking up her tears. What have I done?
***
She woke to his gentle hands. He hushed her, and quieted her tremors with a soft, warm blanket that he folded around her battered frame.
“You are my pet, yes?”
She nodded and stroked her cheek against his shoulder.
Taking her hand, he held her palm upright and wrapped her fingers around a thick, leather strap that jangled while she explored it with her fingers.
“Do you choose this of your own free will, pet?” She nodded again and mewled through her gag.
“Then go on, pet. Put it on. Clasp it tight.” She did as instructed, squeezed the cool metal of the lock and it clicked into place.
“I’ll hold the keys, pet. I’ll hold them dear, as I hold you. But know that they are yours for the asking. Though I would give them with a heavy heart.”
***
When she woke again, she was lying in a bed, right arm cuffed to the opposite post so as to keep her on her side. Her collar was likewise latched to a slender chain, which in turn attached to an eyehook in the headboard. She had reached a new level of reward.
She stretched her legs, savoring the freedom of movement, scissoring them between the sheets and wiggling her toes.
She opened her eyes and drank in the natural light coming from a long narrow window set high in the wall.
She heard him coming and snapped her eyes shut, but couldn’t still her legs before he opened the door.
“Good morning, precious. Did my little one sleep well? Hmm? Nice and comfy?” She whined happily, yearning for him to cross the room and join her. “Today, pet, we graduate to a new level.” The mattress sagged under his weight.
“To me, pet,” and she obediently moved toward him and felt along his legs until she rested her cheek on his thigh. Stroking her back, he told her of his new expectations: new levels of responsibility, and with these, more mobility.
She tensed at the idea of free roam. Just the thought of being without the security of her tiny space, even this new room, was almost more than she could bear, and she whimpered pitiably.
“What is it, pet? Are you not ready for your new station? It is a place of pride, and I want you there, precious. I want you by my side. This is what we’ve trained for. This is your true calling. Can you not feel it?” His hand slid between her buttocks, his fingers dipping into her wetness. “I can feel it, pet.” He rose from the bed and unlatched her wrist and leash. He tugged lightly on the latter, encouraging her to sit up and slide to the edge of the bed. A few more gentle pulls, and she was standing, then following behind him, eyes closed, fully entrusting herself to his guidance.
The echo of his boots suggested she was in a small room. The tone of those echoes evoked images of ceramic tiles and porcelain fixtures.
“Now, pet-I’ll leave you to tend to yourself. There will be no peeking, little one. I may be watching. Directly in front of you is the sink. You’ll find tooth and hair brushes to your left and right respectively, and you’ll feel the shower door immediately to your left.”
The door slid shut and she heard the lock snap into place. She immediately began her task, humming to herself as she did so. While in the shower, she ran her fingers lightly over the ledge until they stumbled across the razor she knew she would find.
Carefully, she inched her way up her legs with her fingertips and followed with the razor.
She shaved until not a single prickle of stubble marred her silky skin.
No sooner did she shut the water off than she heard the door opening, and he folded her into a warm, fluffy towel. She sank to her knees with instinctual reverence, but he stopped her with firm hands on her shoulders and drew her to himself. His hands grazed down her body.
“Very, very good, my pet. Very, very good.”
She sighed into his chest and melted into his embrace. Never had she been more content. His magnificence flowed through her with a current so strong as to make her extremities tingle.
He led her back to the bed and gently bound her arms and legs, spread eagle style.
Sliding between her thighs he inspected her shaving prowess with his fingertips. Lightly stroking her belly, he kissed her, sucked at her vulva and swirled his tongue around her clitoris. Groaning, he slid his hands beneath her hips and held them aloft. “I think someone deserves a reward.”
***
“Yes, pet. You remember.”
His thumbs stroke from her eyelids, to the bridge of her nose and down, then softlyacross her lips.
“Open, pet. Open those beautiful wanton eyes and gaze upon your Master.”Straining against her strict conditioning, she forces her eyes to open, blinking andflinching in anticipation.
He takes a step back and encourages her scrutiny, spreading His arms. She focuseson His face first. Her gaze travels down His average build-in all His drab normality.
He could be anyone. But He isn’t. He is her Master, and she weeps at His beauty.
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