Unfortunately, I didn’t have the time to think about those questions. As I stared out the window Marcus drove us through a large pair of black metal gates. Two guards opened them and welcomed us in. The car continued on through a long driveway until we came up to a giant bungalow sitting by a lake. Most of the house was made of dark glass walls, making it look sleek and modern… and cold.
Marcus parked the car in a separate garage, where I saw he owned six other vehicles, and then looked over at me.
“Welcome to your new home, slut,” was all he said before he led me into his home.
10
Marcus
The house was dark with only some dimmed lights in the hallways. I did have a butler to clean up the place but he resided in the rest house near the garage. This place – my center of relaxation and the one corner where I can be myself – was mine.
I led Natasha down the living room and the main hallway. At the very end we came to a small door. I had Natasha open it and urged her to go in first. She entered in and descended down a set of stairs that led to the basement. I flicked on the switch by the side of the stairs to turn on the basement lights.
With observant eyes I watched Natasha’s eyes grow wide with surprise. She looked at the basement for a quick moment and turned around to look back at me. I simply gestured for her to continue on down.
My basement was no cold and empty storage room. No, it was the epitome of my raving lust. Natasha passed by the first of my toys – a stockade where I could lock her neck and arms in – and she then came to bear witness to my desk of vibrators and dildos. Now this was the true gem of my not-so-humble abode.
Natasha said nothing but even then I could hear her breathing, as it got faster and weaker. She must have felt scared and nervous – the very emotions I wanted to instill in her very being.
I then reached out and took her hand. The girl looked at me with fear in her blue eyes but I did not falter in leading her to her fate. Soon we were at the farthest corner of the basement, in a section I had designed solely for training new slaves such as her.
This corner had a single low table, almost like a coffee table except that the surface was slightly cushioned. The two walls that met at this corner were covered from ceiling to floor with mirrors. The ceiling – or at least twenty square feet of the ceiling – was also layered with mirrors.
Without a word, I pushed her to the table and made her lay down on her back. It wasn’t big enough for her to lie down comfortably but that was exactly the point of this contraption. I made her raise her legs and spread them wide, making her realize she was in the perfect missionary position on this table.
“W-what are we going to do?” Natasha asked with a wavering, weak voice.
I hushed at her, pressing my finger to my lips to keep her silent. “Stay right there,” I then told her as I walked over to one of the nearby drawers. Opening the upper-most drawer I scoured through the numerous sex toys and gadgets available. I only needed one and eventually I found it buried underneath a pile of unused egg vibrators.
My cock was getting excited. It throbbed in my pants and in mere moments I felt it grow hard and ready to strike. I felt the anxiety to plow right into her right then and there but I had to take it nice and slow. Otherwise I would end up with another broken doll.
In my hands were a black blindfold and two pairs of pink, furry handcuffs. I headed back to Natasha and used the cuffs to bound her wrists to the legs of the table. Now only her legs were free but even she knew she couldn’t escape now.
I then took the blindfold and prepared to wrap it around her eyes. She suddenly flinched for a second, purely out of instinct. For that quick moment she tried to pull her face back and away from the blindfold. I slapped her across the face.
Slap!
The music of the hit was gorgeous to behold and I couldn’t help but grin when I saw the shock on her face. The moment of defiance, even if it was just for a fraction of a second, had quickly evaporated and I could see the fear in her had grown.
When I tried to apply the blindfold again, she no longer resisted. It was pleasing to see how quickly she learned how this worked. All of the fury in her gaze had dissipated into fear and willingness to obey.
“I-I can’t see,” she muttered softly.
“That’s what happens when you wear a blindfold,” I found her statement of the obvious a little ridiculous. It was cute, though, and she must have just spat out anything to keep her nerves calm.
I then took a pair of scissors from the drawers and slowly circled around her, never letting her know where I was exactly. She kept on turning her head to and fro, perhaps trying to anticipate where I’d come from. Perhaps she expected me to shove my cock right into her mouth.
To her surprise, I came from above. I clipped her top off, cutting it off quickly so I could toss them to the side. It was pleasant to see how she wore no bra underneath. I felt a sudden elation upon seeing her perky tits bounce in front of me. I wanted to lean down and give them a lick but I had to be patient and take this slowly.
Natasha shivered and I acknowledged it was indeed cold down here. There was nothing I could do about it though; she’d warm up very soon anyway, with what I had planned for her.
I then took the pair of scissors and quickly got to snipping off her shorts. They were made of denim and it took me more than a while to successfully rip through the fabric. When I did, it was my most pleasant discovery to see she was wearing a kinky purple lacy thong underneath.
I took that off too and got a good look at her clean-shaven and surprisingly moist pussy.
11
Natasha