Slave To Love

by Bridget Midway

  For dessert, she decided to go the box cake route. Luckily she found one in the cabinet along with some frosting. When her hand brushed against a can of sliced pineapple and she spotted a can of maraschino cherries, her mind switched gears. She would make a pineapple upside down cake.

  Once she had everything prepared and cooking, she set the dining room table, figuring Master Rock would want to eat there. Then she went back out to the pool area to check on him. He continued reading his book, a collection of poetry by Allen Ginsberg.

  “Sorry to disturb you, sir. I wanted to see if you needed another drink or anything else.” As soon as she figured out the protocol, she got into this routine.

  This time Master Rock did lower his book. “I could use another drink.”

  She picked up his glass and took it to the bar area. She made him another martini and returned it to him. This time she waited until he took a sip.

  “Better. You’re learning.”

  Taren almost thought she caught him smiling. She didn’t revel in her small accomplishment. She returned to the kitchen to make sure she didn’t fuck up the meal.

  She hadn’t. Everything came out perfectly and right on time. As soon as she placed the last dish on the table, Master Rock walked into the kitchen.

  “Dinner is served, sir.” She presented the meal. “Would you like your drink brought in here?”

  He took a seat at the table. “No, tea is fine.”

  Taren poured him a glass of tea, then served him his dinner. Like she had at breakfast, she lowered herself to her knees beside him.

  “Please join me.” Rock pointed to the chair opposite him. “Get a plate and sit with me.”

  Taren nodded and stood. She rushed to the kitchen to get herself a plate, utensils, a glass, and a napkin. When she returned, she noticed Rock hadn’t eaten any of the food.

  “You don’t like what I’ve prepared, sir?” She continued standing to hear his reaction.

  “I was waiting for you.” He stared at her. “I’ve been waiting for someone like you.”

  Taren tried to hide her smile as she took a seat. Master Rock served her food, giving her portions he felt would be appropriate for her. He surprised her when he held her hand, lowered his head and prayed. She never expected a Dom to be rooted in religion.

  “I bet you were surprised by this scenario, huh?” Master Rock ate some of his meatloaf and nodded his head.

  “I was, actually. I’ve never heard of this as being a part of the lifestyle.” She took a bite of her creation and had to agree. It tasted fantastic.

  “Another Dom introduced me to this type of play. I thought it was ridiculous until I noticed the normalcy within the fantasy. Isn’t that what we all want, to be seen as normal when the rest of the world calls us freaks?” He slathered butter on his roll before taking a bite.

  “I suppose. For me, today was about getting into a routine and sticking with it. It was great to be seen as worthy.” Strange that she would have felt that way from today’s events.

  After dinner, Taren cleaned off the table and brought in dessert. Master Rock’s face lit up as soon as he saw the cake with the rows of circular pineapple and cherries plopped in the middle of each.

  “I was hoping that that was what I smelled.” He rubbed his hands together.

  “Let me not keep you waiting.” She cut off a piece and handed it to him. Then she cut a small piece for herself.

  After one bite, she had to pat herself on the back again. Another winner.

  After dessert, Taren cleaned the kitchen in time for the remaining four in the house to have their own dinner.

  “So now what? Does that end our day?” Taren couldn’t wait to get out of the shoes.

  For everything she’d done that day, she’d worn the heels. Plus the restricting underwear had to go.

  “Shoulder massage would be nice.” He took her hand and led her to his room instead of an open area.

  Rock sat on his bed while Taren had to climb on it to massage his shoulders.

  “Do you do this a lot with other submissives and slaves?” Taren kneaded his shoulders with her hands, rubbing his tough flesh until she heard him groaning.

  “No. I haven’t found anyone worthy or willing to do this.” He stretched his back by arching it. “Thank you for indulging me.”

  “I thought it was strange when it first started, especially with this getup. But now I think it’s not so bad. I kind of got into the spankings.” Taren laughed.

  “I could tell. No way could you mistake a pear for an apple.” Rock tapped her hand, but held onto it for longer than Taren thought he should. “If I hadn’t had anything to drink, we would have done more tonight.”

  “More?”

  Rock nodded. “I would have had you relieve me.” Before she could ask, he filled in the necessary blanks. “Either oral sex or a hand job.” He turned.

  He had his face a few inches from hers. Taren couldn’t speak. Although she found Master Rock attractive, she didn’t want to cross that line with him like she had with Jace.

  “Good night, Taren.” He stood and moved away from her.

  She climbed off his bed. “Good night, Master Rock.”

  As soon as she left his room, she heard Kitty screaming, “Cut.” Taren did her obligatory follow-up interview to talk about the day. Then she disappeared into her bedroom. It had been an interesting day. She couldn’t wait to see what she had in store for the next day.

  ****

  Taren knew today would be weird when her glam squad put in her a robe, no makeup, and practically prayed for her before she went downstairs. She knew she would be with Fear. She had no idea what he planned to do with her.

  Taren padded down the stairs with the cameras on her every move. Like a grim reaper, Macabre, in a long cloak with a hood, pointed to the direction of the dungeon. Taren took hesitant steps to the place that would either give her great pleasure, great pain, or both.

  Fear stood in the middle of the room. Taren didn’t see Solo. That didn’t mean she didn’t have a role in today’s events.

  “Good morning, sir.” Taren bowed her head.

  “It’s morning. Not sure how good it’ll be for you.” He approached her.

  Due to his menacing stare and his stomping gait, she stumbled back before he caught her by her robe sash. “Ever heard of predicament bondage?”

  Taren shook her head. “Doesn’t sound fun.”

  Fear untied her sash and opened her robe. “Depends on your definition of fun.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her to the center of the room. “Predicament bondage is when a submissive or slave is forced to choose between two uncomfortable options. You’re going to be tested and pushed today. I hope you’re ready.”

  Taren hoped so, too. Today’s events didn’t sound fun. Fear put a blindfold on Taren, then cuffed her hands behind her back and locked the cuffs together, which surprised her considering she heard him lowering the hoist. If not for her hands, then what?

  She heard small chains clinking around in front of her and overhead. Fear grabbed her breast roughly, massaging it like he would a stress ball. Before Taren knew it, she felt a pinching sensation on her nipple.

  “Breathe. Settle into it.” Fear didn’t touch her as he gave her the directives.

  Taren felt the pain spreading around the one side of her body. Once she got used to it, Fear worked on her other breast, grabbing it, kneading it, before affixing another nipple clamp on her.

  “Shit.” She got up on her toes and marched around until she felt her nipples pulling upward. She stopped moving.

  “There’s a chair underneath you if you get tired.” Fear’s voice came out smooth and very calm considering what he’d done to her.

  Not completely trusting him, Taren put her foot back to feel for it. When she did, she attempted to take a seat. Being relaxed would probably help with her nipples being pinched to the nth degree.

  As she started to lower herself, she felt a pull on her nipples. Damn him. He ho
oked the clamps to the hoist.

  “So here’s your predicament. Stand and take the pain. Or try and sit and see if you can get the clamps to come off your nipples. I must warn you. The nipple clamps are new and I have them on you pretty securely.”

  She heard him walking away from her. “Safe words can be used?”

  A beat went by before he answered. “Of course.”

  Taren heard him walking away. She turned her head from one side to the other to see if she could pick up any sounds besides the crew filming her. The pain from the clamps continued to spread throughout her body, crawling up to her head and spiraling down to her feet. She shuffled in her spot to give herself some relief. When that didn’t help, she kept her mind on Jace. Would Jace do something like this to her?

  After what felt like had to be about fifteen minutes, she heard someone coming into the room. “Fear? Solo? Who’s there?”

  No one answered, but she felt someone put something that felt like a belt around her waist. After it had been secured, her body jerked when she felt a weight being placed on it and left to dangle down between her legs.

  “Damn it.” Taren stood tall although she wanted to take a seat.

  After a few minutes, she felt the pain in her lower back. At least that kept her mind off the pain in and around her nipples. Her knees started to ache. The longer she pushed herself, the happier she became, which surprised her. Who knew torture would get her out of her head and make her see value in herself?

  Taren decided to try something to give herself relief. She moved her hips back and forth in order to swing the weight. When she got it into a full swing, she attempted to get it to land on top of the chair. After a few tries, she nearly gave up until at her final effort, the weight bounced on top of the chair and stayed.

  “Yes!” She sighed in relief until she heard the chair being pulled back and the weight falling in front of her again. “Damn it.”

  Taren put up with the pain and discomfort for what seemed like another fifteen minutes before she felt someone adding more weight to her. Her body shook from the pain and pressure. She had never felt an ache like this before, and she used to run track in high school.

  Sweat started to form on her forehead. She felt it rolling down her back and her ass. Taren had prayed in her head that the sweat would make the clamps loose and she could slip out of them.

  This situation couldn’t have been any crazier. She could have said her safe word and gotten out of this. Each time she thought about quitting, she remembered Dori and her hurtful words about Taren not completing anything.

  Taren had to get out of her own head. She wished that she had started meditation or knew some holistic chant that would help her get through this. Instead she kept repeating in her head how strong she had to be to put up with this. If she could do this, she could do anything.

  After a while, Taren felt someone removing the belt from her waist and then her clamps. The person also removed the cuffs. Taren immediately rubbed her wrists. She wouldn’t dare touch her nipples right now. For one, they hurt like hell. Second point, she knew Fear would stop her if she did.

  “Great job.” Fear spoke from behind her. “You were like that for nearly an hour and never said your safe word. Not once.”

  With the blindfold still on, she turned her face in the direction of his voice. “Thank you. May I remove my blindfold now?” She started to reach for it when Fear stopped her. She knew it had to be him from the size and strength of his hands.

  “Not yet. You had better get comfortable being in the dark today. That blindfold will be your best friend.” Fear laughed as he took her hand.

  He led her to another area of the dungeon. “I want you to jump up to the platform behind you.”

  Taren felt for the piece of furniture and managed to get herself on top of it. Fear positioned her on her back. This time he brought her hands above her head and cuffed her wrists down.

  As soon as she’d gotten used to not having pain in her nipples, it returned. The clamps had been put on faster than before without regard to her readiness. She felt them pulling up before she felt someone raising her knees up. Someone tied a string around her knees. When she tried lowering them, her nipples tugged. She understood this game now.

  “You get it.” Fear rested his hand on her stomach. “You lower your legs and it pulls on your nipples.”

  Like with the last scene, Taren got out of her head. Having a strong core helped with this setup. She thought about Jace. She wanted him to lick her nipples to ease their pain. When she imagined that, she smiled.

  The smile must have pissed off Fear. She felt cuffs going around her ankles. Then her ankles became weighed down. Damn sadistic bastard. Now she had to keep her legs up and support the weight.

  Taren felt tears coming down from her eyes and soaking her mask, not because she’d been put in this spot. She felt overwhelmed because finally someone saw her potential and she met it. This time around, though, tested her.

  She wanted to call her safe word, at least say “yellow.” Taren didn’t. No one would break her. She could do this.

  Like before, she felt someone removing the nipple clamps and taking off the weights. Taren plopped her body down flat on the platform as Fear removed her wrist cuffs then her ankle cuffs.

  “Do you have to go to the bathroom?” Fear asked.

  Taren nodded. Even if she didn’t have to go, she would have gone just to get a break. A hand that seemed smaller than Fear’s grabbed her arm and led her through the house to the guest bathroom. Even on a break, Fear still made her wear the blindfold.

  Once in the bathroom, Taren felt for the toilet.

  “There is no toilet seat,” Solo said. “You must hover.”

  “Really?” Taren felt around the commode.

  She touched the tank and moved down to where the seat should have been and only felt the bowl lip. With her knees and legs still aching from the last exercise, she attempted to hover over the toilet. Her legs shook as she urinated. She had a feeling that if she didn’t go to the bathroom, that whatever they would do to her next would be even worse.

  After she finished, Solo walked her back to the dungeon.

  “Good news, Taren.” A lightness filled Fear’s voice. “I’m giving your tits a break.”

  She smiled and tried not to make it look smarmy. “Thanks.”

  With anything good, that must meant something bad would be happening. Fear grabbed her arm and pulled her a few feet. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees.

  Taren fell to the floor in a thud.

  “On your hands and knees.”

  She assumed the position.

  “Will you allow me to insert something in you?”

  The question alone had her shaking. “It depends.”

  “It’s not me if that’s what you’re thinking. And it’s not Solo with a strap-on.” He laughed as though he said something humorous. “Bring your hand up.”

  She did and immediately felt something hard yet smooth. It curved to something that had a bulbous end.

  “This will be inserted in your pussy and another one in your ass. What do you think?”

  Taren should have called her safe word. She should have refused. She’d been tortured enough today. Or maybe she hadn’t been pushed far enough.

  “I’ll do it.”

  Fear patted her shoulder. “That’s my girl.”

  Someone pushed her knees apart then slathered a cream over her asshole and vagina. As promised, Fear or Solo inserted a smooth hook into her ass while the second one got put in her pussy. The device had a slender feel so it didn’t hurt her. Not yet.

  She hadn’t noticed until someone moved it that the hook in her ass had a thin rope attached to it. Someone pulled on the rope, grabbed her hair, and yanked her head back before putting two small hooks in her nostrils.

  The same went for the hook in her vagina. It got pulled forward underneath her and a smooth hook got placed in her mouth at her bottom
jaw. If she moved her head forward, it would pull on the hook in her ass. If she closed her mouth, it would pull on the one in her pussy.

  Out of all of them, this had to be classified as the worst. This one made her feel out of control. She took this one as long as she could. It may have been five minutes or five seconds. She couldn’t tell.

  Taren shook her head. She tried to say her safe word, but with her mouth pulled open, she couldn’t. She reached up and pulled off her mask. Fear stood in front of her.

  “Are you quitting?” he asked simply.

  If she could nod, she would have. She blinked and let the tears do her talking. He pulled out a knife and cut the rope that attached the hook to her ass and nose. He did the same for the rope underneath her body.

  While he removed the hooks from her mouth, Solo pulled them out of her intimate areas. Taren didn’t waste any time. She got to her feet as fast as she could and ran through the house to get to her room.

  “Wait! Let me perform some aftercare.” Fear tried going after her.

  Even with the soreness and pain, she managed to beat him up the stairs to her room where she slammed the door and locked it. She ducked into the bathroom and turned on the shower full blast. After getting inside, she sat on the shower stall floor and cried. The scene had been too much. If Fear meant to break her, he won.

  ****

  “You fucking bastard.” Jace started to go after Fear at the dinner table.

  Rock managed to catch him before Jace could lay a finger on him. “Easy, buddy.”

  “You put a newbie like that through predicament bondage, and let her get away from you so that you couldn’t do aftercare?” Jace shook his head. “You’re a fucking idiot and an asshole.”

  “She did the first two scenes great. Like a fucking champ.” Fear looked down at his dinner. “I didn’t know the hook thing would freak her out.” He flicked his salad around his plate. “I cut her free and she bolted. She got to her bedroom before I could get to her. When I knocked, she didn’t answer, but I could hear water running. Maybe she took a shower.”