by Megan West
As he approached the wall, another hidden panel slid open revealing a board covered with various items only a few of which I recognized. I watched as the man ran his hand over the different tools. He lingered for a moment over something that resembled a small whip, before selecting a riding crop instead.
“May I please…” I began.
“May you please?” He turned around to look at me, the crop in hand. “May you please, what?” He looked me up and down, cocking his head to one side.
“May I please know why I am here?” I asked hesitantly.
The man smirked. “I would have thought that you knew the answer to that…after all, you are the one who came to me…” He circled the cage again, running the crop around the bars lightly.
“What I mean is…” I paused, trying to choose my words a little more carefully this time. “What I mean is, why am I IN here?” I spun slowly as he circled me.
“Ah…” He stood still, running his fingers over the length of the riding crop. “As much as I dislike questions, I suppose that you deserve to have an answer to that one…” He slid the crop through the bars and lifted the hem of my shirt. “But first, this comes off.”
I didn’t know why I felt so compelled to obey him, but I did. Peeling my shirt over my head, I dropped it to the floor of the cage.
“And these…” The man tapped the top of my black pants with the crop.
“And then you will tell me?” I asked, my fingers lingering on the button to my pants.
His face turned cold, his gray eyes fixed on mine and he took a loud deep breath. “I do not think that you are in any position to be making demands.”
I felt the sudden shift in his demeanor. Immediately I felt sorry for questioning him. How did he have such control over me?
Without a word, I slipped out of my pants, using the toe of my slender boots to push them up to the bars of the cage.
“Better.” The man said. Reaching down, he took my shirt and pants and setting the crop down momentarily, he folded my clothes. “The most important rule here is that you don’t ask questions. Do not say.” He set my clothes in a pile beside the cage. “The second most important rule is that you obey everything that is asked of you.”
I opened my mouth to speak, thought better of it, and closed it again.
“The third rule…” The man glanced at the two young men at the doorway before looking back to me, “is that you do everything to please your master.”
“Master?” I couldn’t help myself from asking.
“You will be treated well. Your every need will be accommodated and you will be cared for like no other.” Picking up the crop again, he slipped it through the bars of the cage. “But in return, you don’t question, you always obey, and you aim to please.” He tapped the end of the crop against the crotch of my panties. “Understood?”
I nodded. “And…”
The man cut me off, “and if you don’t, there will be consequences. You will stay in your cage each night. Each morning I will send one of the men to retrieve you and they will bring you to my room.” He licked his lips. “You will spend the day pleasing me.” Once again, he tapped my pussy through my panties. “The night will be yours to do as you please, but you will be back in your cage by nine o’clock sharp. Understood?”
I nodded my head. “Yes.”
“Master.” He added.
“Yes, master.” I repeated.
“Good. Now take these off.” He tapped my panties and then my matching bra with the crop.
What kind of place was this?
“I’m waiting…” The man said impatiently.
I slid my panties down quickly, revealing my smooth trimmed pussy. Once again, I used the toe of my boot to kick my panties through the bars. My bra came off next.
Standing naked in the cage, I felt vulnerable, exposed, but the man looked pleased and that gave me a sense of satisfaction. He walked around me once again and when he got to where he started, he paused.
“Mmm…” He said, thoughtfully before slipping the crop through the bars and sliding it up against the slit of my wetness. “This is mine now, do you understand?”
I nodded.
“You don’t touch yourself unless I give you permission, do you understand?”
I nodded again, gulping a little nervously this time. Still, despite the oddness of the entire situation, I couldn’t help but feel excited.
“You don’t let them touch you unless I tell them to, do you understand?” He gestured to the men by the door.
I nodded again.
“Good, now get on your knees.”
I slid down to my knees, my bottom pressed back against my boots and my eyes lifted to look up at him obediently.
The man looked at me for a moment before setting down his crop and releasing the thickness of his cock from his perfectly tailored pants. It stood erect, thick and pulsating as he stepped towards the bars of the cage. I couldn’t take my eyes off it as he pressed it between the bars of the cage, I instinctively opened my mouth.
The thick width of his cock forced my lips open. I ran my tongue around his juicy head. Reaching through the bars, he grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling it tightly and pushing my head forward.
Tears filled my eyes as I choked on his length, but still, he forced my head forward. I could hardly breathe through my nose as he pushed my mouth onto the hilt of his length. I breathed noisily through my nose, sucking him between gasping breaths. My nose brushed his pelvis as I swallowed his full length. My eyes blurred with tears. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, over and over again, finding a rhythm.
“Fuck!” The man gasped as he pulled my hair, pulling me away from him and then pushing me back until his cock head slammed into my mouth again. “Ah!” He gasped again, pulling me faster, slamming my throat harder, until I felt him swell. A ripple of pleasure ran through his huge cock, followed by a thick stream of salty orgasm that dripped down the back of my mouth.
I swallowed hungrily. “Mmm…” His body stiffened as the final ripples of his orgasm ran through the length of his cock. When every drop was spent, he slid his cock from my mouth with a sigh.
I couldn’t help but stare at the throbbing member as he pulled away. It was by far the biggest cock that I had ever seen and it still stood hard, eager for more of my affections. I felt my slick pussy lips rub against each other as I leaned back slightly onto my heels.
“Good girl.” Master smiled. He started to tuck his cock back into his pants when I spoke up.
“Please…Master…” I asked. He raised a single eyebrow to attention. “Would you show me how to cum?” He smiled softly.
“All in good time, but for now, I want you to stay wet and wanting. I want you to spend all night with that slick wet pussy of yours and if you keep your fingers away, then I’ll give you what you want.”
Chapter 5
I laid on the giant, oversized bed thinking about everything that had happened. The room Master put me in was huge—almost too big. I could barely make out the dark corners of the room as I laid awake in bed. But the eerie atmosphere wasn’t what I was thinking about. I couldn’t take my mind off of the horny urges coursing through my body. My pussy was still wet and practically humming for attention.
My mind was running wild with all the possibilities of what could happen the next day. But what I thought about the most was Master’s cock. My hand slowly slipped down my stomach and between my thighs. I knew I was breaking the rules, but how could he ever know? I needed to release my pent-up nerves one way or another and I couldn’t wait for the morning. My thoughts ran wild as I imagined Master tying me up to a table, legs and arms splayed out and shackled.
He slowly pushes his finger inside of me, smirking as he watches my face scrunch up in pleasure. I look down to see his rock-hard cock jutting out toward me. I want to reach and grab it, but I can’t.
“I bet you want me to fuck you with this, don’t you?” He asks as he grabs his cock and playfully
brushes its gooey coated tip along my thigh. I moan in anticipation, desperately wanting to feel it inside of me.
I pushed a couple more fingers into my pussy as my imagination continued to run wild.
Now he was on top of the table, his throbbing cock only inches away from my pussy. My hips desperately try to roll up off the flat surface so I can feel the head of his cock brush against me, but it’s no use. “Now tell me, Cherie…” His voice is breathless, “are you a good girl?”
“Yes!” I beg, finally managing to push my hips up and rub my pussy against his hardness ever so slightly.
My finger slipped up to my clit as I imagined what it would feel like to have his cock push into me. I was panting and rolling in bed as my entire body buzzed with horny excitement.
Now in my sexy fantasy he’s sliding his cock head up and down my wet opening. Teasing me with penetration. “Good girls get fucked. Have you been good?”
“Yes Master, I’ve been good.” I yell out in my imagination before whimpering “fuck me” out loud in real life.
With one quick forceful push, Master thrusts inside of me. Everything else in my fantasy disappears as he sinks his entire length into me. Rearing back, he slides his cock all the way out, only to drive it back as deep as he was before.
Every muscle in my body tensed as I forced a couple fingers in and out of my dripping wet pussy, trying desperately to imagine what his cock would feel like inside of me. In a flash my legs jolted and my breath went still as an orgasm wracked my body. I let out a whimpering moan as the pleasant tingles slowly disappeared throughout my body.
It wasn’t the best orgasm ever, but hopefully it would hold me over for the morning. I prayed that Master wouldn’t find out what I had just done.
I wouldn’t want him to know I broke his rules on the first night in his mansion.
Chapter 6
I walked quickly to keep up with the men on either side of me as they escorted me down a long hallway. When they got to the end of the hallway, one of them pulled out a key and unlocked a padlock on the door.
Once inside, the men left me in the center of the dim room and walked out, locking the door behind them. Seconds later, Master walked in through a second door. He was completely naked; his cock was already hard and erect. I gulped nervously the moment I noticed him holding a wooden paddle.
“You broke the rules last night.” He said as he walked over to me. “Naughty girls get punished.” He said with a smirk before pointing at a small padded bench off to my right. “Bend over.” I quickly did as I was told. I didn’t dare want to disobey him again. As I bent over the bench, every nerve in my body was electric.
“Poke that ass up a little higher.” He said as he grabbed my waist and forced my butt up in the air. My entire world went still for a moment. There was the sound of air whistling. My mind raced as I tried to make sense of the noise. Before I could figure out what it was—
SMACK!
Air hissed through my teeth as my body lurched forward from the spanking of the paddle. I heard Master sigh with satisfaction as the prickly pain on my ass slowly subsided. Just as I thought I had completed my punishment another hard crack came across my ass again.
SMACK!
The stinging pain flared across my cheeks. The last spanking hurt twice as bad as the last. I winced as he let out another exhale of satisfaction. I could tell he was nearly laughing at me as I squirmed on the bench. My butt was bright red. He hit me a few more times until I was sure I couldn’t take anymore more. I clutched at the edge of the padded bench as I thought about covering my cheeks with my hands to protect from another spanking.
“Now you know the rules are not meant to be broken.” He said as he reached for my hand and pulled me up.
“Sit!” He nodded towards a sling that hung from the ceiling in the corner of the room.
I did as I was told. The last thing I wanted was another spanking.
He wrapped a strap on either side of the sling around my legs and adjusted the pulleys to pull my legs wide open and lift me to the right height.
As my legs spread wide open, I could hear my own wetness through the silence. I had only been waiting for him for six hours when he called for me to be brought to him.
“Is this for me?” The man asked, running two fingers over my dripping opening, pausing only when he got to my clit.
I nodded. “Yes, master.”
“And are you worthy of my cock?” He asked.
I nodded eagerly. “Yes, master. Please!”
He stepped forward, taking his firm cock in his hand and barely touching his tip to my opening. “Are you really worthy of my cock?” He asked, leaning forward ever so slightly to press his cock head against my opening.
“Yes, master!” I panted, just the touch of him against my wetness made every muscle in my body clench.
“This is my pussy.” He said firmly, thrusting forward as he pulled me to him, his hands on my waist. “Do you understand that?”
I was almost certain that he had split me in two as he sank the full width and length of his cock into me. I gasped loudly, but managed to nod my head.
“Say it!” He demanded, pushing me away from him and sliding his full length from my pussy.
“Yes, master! It’s your pussy!” I was breathless. Every muscle in my body was tight with anticipation. I would have said or done anything just to feel him inside me again. “It’s all yours!” I gasped.
“That’s right.” He said, pulling me firmly against him, sinking into my depth. “And I’m going to make sure that you know it.” He whispered in my ear. “You’re not going to walk for a week by the time I’m through with you.” He said, pulling me to him and then shifting his grasp to hook his arms under my thighs. As he moved his arms, he pulled me so far onto his cock that I froze. His cock head tapped that sweet spot deep inside my slick wetness and I knew it was only seconds before I came if he continued.
“Yes, master!” He rocked my body, sliding me onto and off his swollen cock, knowing that it was only seconds before I exploded for him. “Ah!” my body tensed as he pounded that sweet spot once again and I couldn’t stop myself. The creeping sensation of pleasure took over every inch of my body. “Oh, my…” I couldn’t finish talking. The ripples of ecstasy gripped my body. I quickly fell over the peak.
“AH AH AH!” I threw my head back giving over to complete pleasure. Never had I had an orgasm so strong. My pussy suckled hungrily at his swollen cock buried deep inside me and my clit pulsed with the rhythm of my pleasure. I exhaled one loud, shuddering breath. As I did, Master stilled.
“We’re going to have to work on your stamina.” He said, disapprovingly, his cock still deep inside me. “If you’re going to be my fuck doll, you’re going to have to learn not to give in so quickly.”
I nodded weakly. I wasn’t entirely sure what being a fuck doll entailed, but I was certain that it was a job that I could excel at.
Master pulled back, sliding his throbbing cock from my tightness and taking it in his hand.
“We expect your full attention.” He stroked his fingers down his length. “At least three times a day.”
My eyes widened. I definitely had some work to do!
The End
First Free Bonus Story
"You know I will get the information I want," she said. Her leather-gloved hand caressed his face with a small amount of tenderness. "Hurting you will only be... what is it you Americans call it? Gravy?"
Richard grit his teeth and repeated his name, rank, and serial number yet again, making her laugh. She had a throaty laugh. Under different circumstances, Richard might have found it sexy, but on that occasion it was sinister. He'd seen the tools and implements that she'd laid out on the table, and he knew that her amusement was not something he could relate to.
"You're all so forthright," she said as she picked up a pair of scissors. Richard couldn't help it, he winced as she began to cut off his uniform. "It's been my experience, Sargent Holloway, that ma
ny of your countrymen are less forthright once their uniforms are gone." Her snow-blonde hair curtained around her lovely face. How could someone so beautiful be so evil?
She worked delicately over him, shearing through shirt and trousers, and then through his underwear. She left the tattered cloth hanging down over the sides of the bench on which he was tied. She studied his body, touching the tip of the scissors to her soft red lips. "You're not all so well built, though," she admitted. "Very impressive." Her hand glided down across his chest and belly to rest on his genitals. The leather glove was warm against his cock and balls. He felt a stirring in his core.
He repeated his name, rank, and serial number silently, willing himself to not respond.
"Oh, Sargent Holloway, are you sure you don't want to tell me what I want to know now, when the worst you'll suffer is a chill?"
"Richard Holloway, Sargent --"
"All right, all right. So stubborn." She set the scissors down and tugged on the rope affixed to a bar above the bench. As the bar rose so did his feet and legs.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Have I surprised you, Sargent? Did you think it would be all rubber hoses and cigarette burns? Did you really think me that unsophisticated?" She fastened off the rope and picked up something flesh-colored from the table.
"We're going to begin with a little reminder of who is in control here, something that will, um, stay with you, shall we say?"
He felt her fingers against his anus, slick with lubricant, rubbing the tight ring of muscle, pressing inward with increasing insistence.
"Tell me what I want to know."
"You know I can't."
"And I. Can't. Stop," she told him. He felt a blunt pressure against his ass, harder than her fingers, increasingly large as it pressed into him. He felt as if he was being ripped open as the thing, whatever it was, pushed further and further into his ass, growing wider and wider.
