“Goodbye girls, I hope this is the last time we see each other, rest in peace.”
Bella’s thought trailed into the ether along with another warm tear hoping she would never see this part of his home ever again. Each booming step in front of her the light was piercing, she was unable to see. He stopped intuitively feeling her eyes scorched by the light, it had been nearly a week since she’d been down there, and on IV fluids and drip alone her weakened state left her vulnerable in nearly every organ.
“Take your time darling we have eternity.”
Master Jimi’s voracious grin, full of sinister thoughts and sinful intent; turned around and waited for Bella to continue walking up the stairs behind him.
Each step she took the light consumed her. It filled her body with a peace that she hadn’t felt since she’d been there. There really was something so incredibly spiritual about light, the instant comfort was immediately felt. It permeated to the deepest parts of her endless soul and as her entire being radiated Jimi’s eyes were in awe of her brilliance.
“What are you most beautiful creature?” peering deep into her now adjusted eyes, lost in pools of blue green.
Bella smiled unsure if she should answer or stay quiet, she smiled slightly in silence and as his hand gently grasped her chin placing his thumb on her pursed bottom lip. His smile matched her own. Dropping her eyes unsure if she had permission to look into his, he instantly replied;
“Yes you may. I prefer my prey to maintain eye contact.”
Bella was trembling from nervousness, how could he? It’s impossible there’s no way that he can…. “Read your thoughts?” Jimi replied with a smirk of amusement.
“Unfortunately you have nowhere to run or hide Bella. Even your mind is mine, and soon your body and soul will effortlessly follow.”
“Now where were we? Ah yes…. Follow me.”
Jimi proceeded to stomp. With every step up, each creaky step Bella followed close behind wanting so badly to appease him. Unable to describe this overwhelming feeling of service oriented submission to want to please him so completely even in these circumstances. Instead of analyzing relentlessly as to why or where this desire originated from. She for once in her life succumbed to it utterly. She couldn’t see the smile on his face as he led her upstairs. He could feel her desire to be here, everything he wanted in a concubine. Yet no other understood it, not only without instruction but instantaneously with the relinquishment of her will.
She was in awe when they made it to the first level of his beautiful home. Her mind was going in a million different directions,
Wow, I can’t believe he actually owns…. Bella thought.
“Please continue in words. I do so love to hear what specifically people love about my collection. As most have no desire to ask any questions from previous circumstances.”
Bella’s face full of awe, “I’m overwhelmed by your collection Sir. Truly I’m not sure where to start first, my eyes fall upon a tapestry that I recognize from a visit to France I took years ago. It was in the local museum in Nice if I remember correctly.”
“You have a wonderful memory.” Master Jimi replied. “It was very difficult to convince them to allow me to purchase it, but when I desire something I refuse to take no for an answer.”
Jimi looked directly at Bella and she dropped her eyes trying hard not to let him see her blush. Lifting her chin and forcing her to look into his eyes;
“You will never hide your emotions from me, is that understood?”
Bella so vulnerably timid, barely able to muster the words; “Yes Master.”
He leaned in and for the first time she felt his soft, passionate, penetrating kiss. He pressed his lips against her third eye and she breathed him in. The energy he encompassed was pure nirvana. This was profoundly perplexing to her, she smiled and laughed unknowingly from such a complete feeling that resonated from his kiss.
“As much as I would love to show you each and every piece of my collection, we have eternity for that and your surprise is still waiting.”
Master Jimi proceeded to walk her up the stairs to the second level of the house and through the hallway that lead to His master bedroom, a luxurious red bed with gold trimming. Decadent was the closest word she could form in her mind.
“Thank you Bella, I’m very pleased you like it.” Bella smiled forgetting that her mind was his.
“Yes Master very much so. You have a beautiful home filled with items that I have seen all over the world on my travels; but never imagined anybody else would love them as much as I do.”
Master Jimi smiled and proceeded to continue walking her into his master bath. Instantly she was overwhelmed by the candles and the perfect combination of perfumed oils. The bath steaming hot, and a shower in the distance with the doors shut. Steam searing inside for her to wash off all the filth of being locked away in his torture chamber for the last week. She was unable to contain herself screaming and smiling;
“Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!”
Jimi laughed most amused by her gratitude, still half delusional from starvation and all she was focused on was a shower.
“Oh God! I have never been so happy in my entire life!” Bella was thrilled and Master Jimi even more amused by every word that spilled from her lips. His smile filling his sensual face, he proceeded in his instructions;
“Now my beautiful Bella, I’m going to unlock your chains, and remove your collar for your bath. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what happens to girls who misbehave.”
Master Jimi’s tone became serious and Bella instantly replied with a smile on her face “You have nothing to worry about Master, I’m here now.”
His face full of calculated cruelty softened into a smile. “Good girl, I’d hoped we’d gotten over those previously, ugly decisions of yours.” Bella’s face fell to shame;
“Yes Master, my sincerest apologies for my initial disobedience. It won’t happen, ever again.”
Master Jimi looked at her face and eyes that fell to the floor, awaiting his response, “Look at me.” Instantly Bella complied too his wishes, “I am very, very pleased to hear that.”
Master Jimi began unlocking her wrists from her waist, then he took the set of keys he carried on his thick leather belt. That belt that she wanted so badly on her ass, to feel him release that fiery rage into her silky white flesh; the thought was tormenting. Unlocking the lock between her wrists and unraveling the chain that left such a beautiful imprint on her then. She’d never felt like such property before. Her pussy was beyond torturing her, pounding from the inside out, shooting an inferno of lust inside her body penetrating her being completely she was starving for him, as much as he was starving for her.
He reached down to the link of chain that dangled mere inches in front of her perfectly shaved mound. A place that typically had the most softest ginger curls a man could ever feel, though there would be an eternity to know such things about her, she was after all completely his now. His strong hands gripping the chains and pulling her towards him. She gasped biting her lip trying hard not to moan; not to show him just yet how desperately she longed for him. She desired his strength, his power, and his control. His left hand calculated which key was the correct one and placed it instantly into the keyhole, unlocking her with one fluid moment.
The chain fell heavily from her hips sliding down the back of her ass to fall to the floor in a heavy clanking pile. The most beautiful belt of marked flesh aroused Jimi to the point of a hissing serpent, ready to ravage his forbidden fruit.
“Now turn around for your owner and show me that pretty neck of yours.”
Bella slowly turned around still maintaining what little balance she had feeling his hands search through her long crimson locks pulling them to one side tenderly as she felt his hands grip the steel collar to unlock it; setting it nearby on a crimson pillow of red velvet on the ma
rble countertop nearby.
Master Jimi’s arms wrapped securely around her waist, “You have been such a good concubine, would you like to shower?” moaning and leaning her head back against his strong supportive shoulder, “More than anything at this moment Master.”
Bella smiled so content knowing she’d soon be washed clean again, the dirt, stench and fear of being locked up for over a week was stained on her body in a mess of sweat and earth.
“Master, may I ask a question?” Bella looked back into his predatory stare.
“Yes my pet?” Bella softly asked, “I’m unsure of my ability to stand Master. How would you like me to shower?”
Master Jimi’s contented smile once again turned into that predatory grin that curled his lips, and made his cock rock hard.
“I would be more than pleased to help you my beautiful Bella.”
He opened the shower door to a wall of steam that encompassed them both; he helped her into the shower placing her next to the wall where the bar was.
“Hold onto this my precious Bella, I’ll be with you in a moment.” Bella leaned against the shower wall feeling the water washing over her breasts moaning without conscious awareness. The steam felt transcendental, her body was sore; watching the dirt drop off of her body leaving behind streaks of white underneath. She could hear him removing his clothes, she could see his blurred silhouette.
First the long heavy dark lab coat full of tormenting devices, that she didn’t even know existed. She heard the heavy clang of his thick leather belt fall to the ground and her moans grew louder, and so did his eager cock. His thick trousers fell to the floor and he unlaced and stepped out of his doc marten boots, watching every moment was sheer torture. She wanted to see him so badly, wanted to feel him take her completely and knew that it would still not happen, not yet; perhaps not ever.
The shower door opened to reveal his predatory stare sizing her up like wounded prey on the Serengeti. The cruelest most evil smile that shot an inferno of lust down to her trembling thighs, Bella’s mouth dropped open as she took in every site of his beautiful naked body. His tall lean torso, his powerful legs. Shoulders so wide that he was able to be a human door for the shower he had just opened. It was shoulders like these that made Bella weak, even when she was Mistress Bella. A slave with wide shoulders always made her ripe peach drip just a bit more tormentingly.
His perfect cock, the delicious girth and length to satiate her tight wanting pussy, with that perfect curve that she knew if he took her with it… Would grind so wickedly against her g-spot that she would leave the most explosive puddle all over him and his glorious member in the possession of lust.
“Turn around, Now!” Master Jimi ordered her. Bella instantaneously turned around and positioned herself spread eagle, pressing her face against the cool tile while the steam enveloped them both. Her hands above her head on either side of her body, gripping the tile as if she were going to tear it loose, legs spread wide so that he could see her desperately writhing for sex. Her ass forced out by desire leaving her exposed like a common whore.
“Such a fucking whore you are for me Bella, most girls need to be taken, broken in, raped against their very will; to surrender to a demon like me, not only do you give yourself to me, so completely; but effortlessly, like you were made for me, my will, and most of all my cock.”
Jimi was now squatting in the shower looking up at Bella and her glorious ass, smiling like the devil himself. Bella moaning desperately like a cat in heat.
“I have never before been affected this way Master. I cannot begin to describe what you do to me, and I no longer care to understand. I long to serve you, to please you, to be satiated by you, I know now that you are the only man that will ever be able to do this. So many years I’ve searched for a real man; a sadist so brilliant that even I, Mistress Bella could succumb to his will without resistance; a victim of pure foolishness.”
Amidst this entire confession Bella was forced to think between Jimi probing her wet pussy, violating her tight ass with his calculating fingers, all the while moaning in agony.
“Oh God Master….Jimi….I need you inside me!”
Bella not realizing she spoke out of line heard a sinister laugh before he forced her hard against the wall, filling her pussy with fingers so deeply she felt completely violated by his presence inside her.
The most ecstatic moan escaped her lips, “Oh God Jimi Yes! Uh…..Uh……Yes! Mmmmm I need you Master, make me your whore!” bringing her to the point of release, he violently stopped.
Her orgasm faded instantly into torture once more and her face pressed so hard against the tile wall that she now carried the imprint on her face. Breathing heavily unable to speak her body trembling in torment, pounding blood into her swollen pussy, it hurt intensely and still she wanted more.
“Such a fucking cumslut, Master is going to enjoy this even more than I initially thought.”
Master Jimi whispered into her ear and kissed her gently on her cheek, Bella returned his kiss with a moan and expression of blissful gratitude.
“Now then let me help rinse my beautiful concubine off. This is only the first phase of many to visit for what I have in store for you tonight my perfect whore.”
Grabbing the detachable showerhead and rinsing Bella off from head to toe, slowly deliberately focusing on every inch of flesh with dirt. Master Jimi watching her hair drip drops of brown washing her shoulders, back, all while pressing his hard cock the entire time into the back of her ass, reaching around and washing her large soft full breasts. Each pink nipple hard as a rock with every small touch he inflicted. Reaching down around her full hips he found that perfect spot that he would make his.
Pressing his talented fingers that skillfully played her like Beethoven, He continued pressing and searching, teasing and tormenting; every nerve to align into the perfect melody, each moan, each vulgar desire she begged for played out like the most beautiful song.
“If you decide to cum without asking permission, you will be punished, understood?”
Bella looked back horrified knowing that her own game was being used against her and she was not only falling victim but desperately so. Struggling to maintain composure Bella moaned her answer to him, “Uhh….Yes Master!” gasping from such torment.
“Master I am so close!” biting her lip firmly and shuddering harder than he had ever felt a woman shudder from his touch. He cruelly pulled his fingers out and left her shaking.
“Now that you are finally back to that exquisite pallor, it’s time to follow me.”
Bella turned around feeling almost human again, watching him exit the shower. His strong shoulders, back and legs so tormenting, a feast for the eyes. She was lost in the image of his ass, wanting so badly to sink her teeth into it; wondering if that would best convey what an animal he had turned her into.
Master Jimi took Bella’s hand and gently guided her to the bath he had previously prepared for her, still hot from the boiling water it was now the perfect temperature to calm her mind, body and soul completely. She would need to be in a calm state for what his debauched soul had in store for her. Walking into the bath Jimi sat along the backside and spread His legs, not only was this absolutely cruel to her ripe pink lady apple, but even more hell for a woman with an insatiable oral fixation.
“Now my pretty piece of flesh, I want you to sit down here and let all your worries fade away.” His smile warmed along with his eyes,
“Come to me my beautiful Bella Luna I’ve waited far too long for you.”
She walked up the two stairs accompanied by his outreached hand helping to stabilize each step, each step felt like a dissent from reality and further into his entire world. She reached the water and felt it rise to the middle of her legs, she felt lost, completely lost; unable to return to any aspect of her former self.
“Now rest your back against the tub here I desire to loo
k down into those beautiful eyes of yours my pet.”
Bella using his thighs to help herself into the tub leaning back and looking upwards into his eyes feeling; his contentment. This was the last emotion she expected from a man that kidnapped her, restrained her in a torture chamber; with a pile of former failures… drugged, beaten, naked and starved for over a week.
He began to pour perfumed water all over her hair, she sighed peacefully lying back against his crotch and stomach feeling his hard cock pressed firmly against the back of her skull. Such a fucking sadist was Jimi.
“Now Bella I want you to wash yourself for me, though I desire to have you facing me instead before you begin.”
He looked into her eyes and instantly she responded coyly, “Yes Master, whatever you desire I am here to serve.”
Bella leaned forward and repositioned herself thighs open lying back on the porcelain that matched her gorgeous flesh, making her red locks and green and blue glowing eyes stand out even more prominently than they already did.
“I find it interesting that you paint your nails like the color of a whore.” Master Jimi smirked and spoke as Bella proceeded to wash her long crimson locks.
Bella smiled most amused, “Master I have always found that I have a lot of things in common with women of that classification, even though I myself am not one by traditional standards.”
Bella tried to maintain her gentleness as best as she could, she awaited his response though dreading his reaction.
“I think we’ve already gone far beyond traditional standards, and you may previously not have been a whore. But like it or not, you are my whore now.” Master Jimi relished every word of this sentence as he stared her down.
“Master please forgive me if I misspoke, as you are the only one I have ever been a whore for.”
Biting her lip most revealing she began to lather her breasts and arms, her stomach, scrubbing every inch of skin that soaked up this godly feeling.
“If you misspoke?” Jimi’s eyebrow arched most deviously. Bella’s face turned every shade of red as her eyes dropped afraid of the consequences.
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