by Lexie Syrah
I slid my fingers down to my pussy. One finger entered my folds before rubbing my warm juices on my clit. My other hand went to my breast and began to massage it.
“Your body is mine to do with as I please, Marissa. From now on, I will only call you Slave, because that’s what you will be.”
His words ran over my body before reaching my ears, leaving heat in their wake. My cunt started to swell as I opened my eyes and stared at the man who was now my Master. I’d had boyfriends in the past who had tried to dominate me, but none could do it without a single touch. I was laying on Eli’s couch, masturbating for him and wishing he would take me, and still he had only barely touched my cheek.
I continued to watch his eyes as I began to lose myself in lust. My hips began to buck, and I pinched my nipple, sending electricity through my body.
“You will call me Master or Sir. Your body will be ready for me at all times, and I will use you whenever the desire arises. You are no different from a sex toy, and you know it, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir I can’t wait for you to use my body.”
My voice oozed lust, and he still hadn’t moved from his seat on the chair across from me. He wasn’t watching my body; he was only watching my eyes.
My fingers frantically began to rub my clit. The waves of pleasure felt amazing as they rolled through my body, but the edge of orgasm was still so far away. I had never been able to masturbate to satisfaction without a vibrator. My hips bucked wildly as I begged my body for release, but it didn’t listen. My eyes closed as I tried to focus my body on climbing to the point of no return.
My hand began to cramp, and I started whimpering.
“What’s wrong, Slave? Can’t you get yourself off?”
He knew that I couldn’t. The sarcasm and cruelty in his voice were palpable.
“Master, I can’t make myself cum. Please just take my body. I know you’ll be able to satisfy me.”
I begged him as well as I knew how. I’d never had to beg a man to shove his hard cock into my cunt before, but I couldn’t imagine being filled with these needs for a second longer.
“I’ll take your body to places you’ve never experienced, but if I do it now, I’ll have to punish you for begging. Your body’s pleasure is mine to give and take, not yours.”
“Please Master, punish me however you see fit, but please help me to cum.”
I was on the verge of tears as I accepted the inevitable punishment.
Master slowly removed his clothes, neatly folding them and putting them on the chair he was sitting in. My eyes opened as I realized that he was going to take me, and I watched him unbutton his dress shirt and revealed his strong chest and defined abs. His boxers came off, and I got a good look at the cock that would be ravaging me for the foreseeable future. He must have been 8” long and very wide, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.
He walked up to me and easily picked my frantic body up. He treated me like just another toy as he positioned my slit up to his cock and lowered me onto it in a single motion. My arms and legs wrapped around him as I moaned deeply into his ear.
He simply commanded me, “Cum,” and I felt the dam break as an orgasm swept through me. He wasn’t done though and began to carry me to the stairs. Every step made his thick cock rub against the back of my cunt, sending electricity through me. My nipples rubbed against his chest hair, and I moaned uncontrollably.
He began to walk up the stairs, and every step was like a thrust into my throbbing pussy. His strength was overwhelming as he held me tightly. I had no control of anything as his body was pressed against mine. My pussy was being slowly ravaged as he simply walked. He hadn’t even begun to fuck me in earnest, and my body was already on the brink of another orgasm. He finally got to the second story and opened a door to a room that was covered in blacks and pure whites. There was a large bed in a corner and numerous devices to attach a woman’s body to. All of my thoughts were cursory though, as the only important thing in my mind, at the time, was what it would feel like when his cock began to pound my cunt with the ferocity that I was sure he possessed.
He pulled me off of his cock and let me stand up. His arms guided my body like a puppet, bending me over the bed. His feet softly padded across the room and back, as though he was getting something. Then his cock entered my begging cunt. His hips pounded against my ass, and I felt my entire body forced forward against the bed. I let out a shriek as I felt a sting against my back. My head snapped around to see what had caused it, and Master was holding a flogger. Understanding that he would continue to use it, I turned back around to face the wall and closed my eyes.
The flogger cut through the air with its distinctive sound numerous times, leaving my back red and stinging, but I didn’t feel pain as my mind floated above my body. I was focused on the sound of his thighs slamming into my ass and the ecstatic feeling of his cock filling me. My hands gripped the blanket below me as my pussy began to contract around him.
My mind was lost in the fog of orgasm, and the flogger came down harder and faster. The sound of the leather strips slapping my sensitive skin drove me farther into the abyss, and my body continue to orgasm around me.
Suddenly, Master picked me up and laid me on my back on the bed. He straddled my stomach and stroked himself, using my thick juices as lube. Streams of cum began to rain down on my breasts as he grunted in orgasm. My tits were covered in the milky white seed of the first man to ever make me feel this satisfied.
He moved off of me and positioned himself to where his cock was directly over my mouth.
“Suck our cum off of it.”
I inhaled his slowly softening cock, drawing it deep into my throat. Our combined juices were heavenly in my mouth. I ran my tongue over his silky smooth skin, enjoying my ability to pleasure him even after he’d cum.
When I was done cleaning his cock, he said, “You are not allowed to clean my cum off of your breasts. You’re my filthy slave, and you will look the part.”
“Yes, sir” was all that I could manage to say as my body was completely spent.
“If you’d like, you may take a short nap because you’re going to have a lot of work tonight, and it’s going to be very exhausting work.”
Without waiting for an answer, he simply got up and left the room. I crawled up to the pillows and curled up under the blanket. The feeling of his cum running over my body and finally drying in a white glaze filled my dreams with sexual submission.
“Wake up Marissa, it’s time for dinner,” Master said as he turned on the light. My back arched as I stretched out, and I could feel the dried cum crack across my nipples. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and stood up. A small river of pussy juice began its slow descent down my naked thigh. This would be the way I would feel for the foreseeable future, covered in cum and constantly filled with lust.
I opened the door and walked down the stairs to the great room that I’d been in while masturbating. Master was still naked and standing in a doorway, waiting for me. He walked through the doorway and I followed him. It was a small informal dining room, similar to something that I would have in my home. Two plates were filled with pasta and asparagus, one on the table and one on the cold marble floor.
“You’ll eat at my feet until you prove that you’re more than just an animal that needs her desires fed.”
I didn’t understand why, but my body reacted as though he had just put a vibrator to my clit. His simple words elicited a soft moan as I crawled on my hands and knees. My portion was small, and I quickly finished the expertly cooked food. I pushed the plate to the side and began to rub Master’s feet.
“Clean my feet with your tongue, Slave.”
My full stomach began to churn slightly, but my pussy begged to be used again as I bowed my head, stuck my ass in the air, and started lick the top of his feet. The sparse hair that covered them gently scratched at my tongue, and I lowered my head to take his toes into my mouth. I could taste the light sweat that had built up on them, b
ut it didn’t matter. His feet could have been covered in mud, and I would have happily licked them clean.
I had no idea that this was what I had been missing my entire life. For the first time since I can remember, I’d had 6 hours without worrying. I wasn’t scared, and couldn’t be happier. My position wasn’t what most people would dream of, but this world of no decisions was like a paradise for someone like me.
“Alright, Slave it’s time for you to learn what being my slave will be like. Crawl out from under there and stand up.”
When I was standing, he spread my legs slightly, spreading my swollen lips in the process. Without warning, his hand came down hard on my thigh. I screamed and grabbed the stinging handprint as though my touch would sooth the burning flesh.
“Keep your hands at your side, Slave. I don’t want to have to restrain you, but I will if it’s necessary.”
“Yes, sir.”
My voice wavered in my simple response, but I resolved that I would keep my arms in place regardless of the pain.
His hand came down again on my other thigh, and I screamed again, but my arms only flinched instead of moving. He walked around to my back, and I was terrified of not being able to see him. I heard the crack after I felt the stinging slap on my ass. He hit the other cheek and left a matching hand print. He reached around me and grabbed my tits, squeezing my nipples between his finger and thumb. I hadn’t felt the flogger earlier today, but this pain was not dulled by a lust-filled daze. His fingers began to twist and pull. My legs felt like they wanted to give out as his fingers stretched my nipples beyond what I thought they could handle.
He whispered in my ear, “Are you enjoying your punishment?”
I barely managed to say, “I don’t know, sir,” before he continued his punishment.
One hand left my breast and reached down to my cunt and began to roughly rub against my clit, causing pain instead of the typical pleasure. His finger dipped into my dripping slit, letting my juices coat it. He brought the finger to my face, smearing my juices across my cheek and then putting it to my lips. I quickly sucked it into my mouth, cleaning it completely before releasing it. Instead of removing it, he slowly pushed it down my throat and I started coughing as my stomach began the churning that would eventually lead to vomiting. His finger began to tickle the back of my throat as his other hand slapped my breast, leaving yet another bright red handprint on my pale skin.
My coughing brought up a mess of throat slime, and he whispered in my ear, “Don’t you dare swallow it. Let it drip down your cheek and onto your tits.”
His voice made my pussy throb, and the feeling of the slime dripping down my body made me thrust my ass back towards his cock. I could feel it rub against my asshole, and I let out a soft moan. The daze was slowly descending yet again and I could feel my eyes glazing over. Master turned me around and bent me over the table before shoving his hard cock into my cunt. He thrust into me over and over again, leaving red indentations in my legs as they were pressed into the edge of the table.
Without warning, he pulled out of me and pushed his cock against my virgin asshole. He seemed to know ahead of time that it was my first time because he was much gentler with my tight hole. Slowly he filled me, and I could feel my asshole stretching to its limits. I screamed in a combination of pain and pleasure as he slowly penetrated me. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt his hips press against my ass as he filled me to the hilt.
“How does that feel, Slave? Does it burn?”
“Yes sir, it hurts a lot.”
“Then play with your clit. It’ll help with the pain.”
He began to thrust in and out of me, and my hand snaked down to rub my swollen clit. The combination of the pain and pleasure was incredibly confusing, but my body had already begun to accept it, and it was pushing towards that edge faster than I could have imagined. Master’s hand came down hard on my ass, and instead of pain, I simply felt more desire and I pushed back against him, pushing his cock in deeper.
He grabbed my hips and began to pound me as he had earlier, and a tidal wave of an orgasm swept through my body. I screamed as my ass constricted around his cock, trying desperately to force him out. There was no relief from my pain as he continued to assault my ass. His hand came down hard again and again on my tender ass. The sound of his hand echoed in the nearly empty room until I heard him start grunting and then felt his warm seed flow into my ass.
He reached to my hair and pulled me up by it, threatening to yank the hair from its roots. He turned me around, and his cock popped out of my ass, letting his cum begin to flow out and down my legs. He roughly pushed me down to my knees and put his cock into my mouth. I could taste my slightly acrid ass combined with his cum as my lips wrapped around his member, and I sucked and licked for all I was worth.
“That was very good Slave. You didn’t fight me at all, and I’m sure that it hurt. Tomorrow we have to wake up early, so we’d better get you all set up for bed.”
He led me out of the dining room and up to his bedroom upstairs. When we got into the room, the king-sized bed was the first thing that I noticed. It was solid wood with monstrous shapes carved into the sturdy wooden four posts. There were loops on each of the posts that restraints could be tied to.
Master went to one of the many closets in the room and pulled ropes and leather cuffs out. He attached two ropes to each of the foot posts and tied the ropes to the cuffs. He put one cuff on each wrist and another on each ankle before using a small key to lock each of them in place. He put a pillow and blanket on the ground at the foot of the bed and then kissed my forehead.
“Go ahead and lay down. When you wake up, you’ll immediately try to suck my cock unless I’ve woken up first and already out of the room. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
My mind was still fuzzy, and my body hurt, but as I lay down, my body relaxed for the first time in years. There were no worries floating through my mind, and my body was more satisfied than I’d ever been. The day had been hard and insanely shocking, but it had been the best day of my life. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow.
Book Seven
Circle Of Blood
Pain and Punishment of the Initiate
Book Seven
Circle Of Blood
Pain and Punishment of the Initiate
Part 1: Her Initiation by Fire & Water
The bitter wind hardened my barely covered nipples as I stood outside the doors of the mansion, adorned only in the black silk robe that I’d been instructed to wear tonight. My bare feet dug into the snow, reveling in all of the sensations tonight as I waited to see those simple oak doors open and welcome me into my initiation into the Selenic Order.
My initiation would be my rebirth, a chance to shed the skin of my previous life and begin my new life as an initiate in an Order of men and women who devoted their lives to the darkest and most transcendent forms of pleasure. I would be stripped of everything and would be left as an empty vessel. Tonight would be the hardest night of my life, and I welcomed it as I welcomed the freezing cold that surrounded me.
The doors opened, and I was led into a large side room. As I walked into the room, I was covered in the dancing lights of the fires that burned in braziers along the edges of the room. I shed my robe and strode naked into the room as two men in gray robes closed the doors behind me. The sudden warmth from the fires that surrounded me sent pinpricks through my frozen toes and fingers, but I stood stoically as the eyes of the 20 men in the room stared at my nubile body.
Pain would be my constant companion tonight as I offered my body to the Order. My eyes were focused straight ahead at the ropes that would suspend me for the rest of the night and the rack of torture devices that would be used on my fragile body.
“Initiate, tonight you will be broken. Tonight you will die, and in the morning, you will be reborn as a true initiate of the first level in the Selenic Order. Pain forces the animal instinct in all humans to run, to flee. You must conquer t
his base instinct and instead, embrace her, wrap yourself in her constant and fiery arms. At any point, you may say the word ‘Stop’ and the torture will end, but you will fail the initiation, and forever be lost to us.”
“The other driving factor for humans is sexual release. They use all of their energy to achieve this; they will sacrifice anything for a moment’s relief from their constant yearning. Instead, you must shield yourself from it; you must be a dam against the overwhelming desires that will flow through you. If, at any point, you orgasm, you will be released and fail the initiation.”
“Do you understand what is expected of you?”
The only sound in the room was that of the crackling fires as I took a deep breath and confidently said, “Yes.”
Two more men in gray robes held my arms and led me to the hemp ropes that hung from pulleys that had been hidden in the shadows of the room. They secured my forearms, calves, thighs, shoulders, and stomach to the ropes and picked me up as they pulled the ropes tight, suspending me with my stomach facing the ceiling. It had been inlaid with thousands of midnight gemstones that twinkled in the fires’ light. My eyes tried to stay focused on them as I imagined myself becoming just another black star on the ceiling.
