Natasha
My days faded and I soon lost track of time. Everything around me became a blur as I spent my days in Marcus’ basement. I couldn’t tell if I had been in for a few hours or a few days.
None of that mattered anymore. All that I cared about was when he would visit me and grant me a moment of pleasure and reprieve.
There were times where he’d bind me so tightly to a horizontal post, gagging my mouth as he did. He’d then flog me, drip candle wax on me and then leave me. There were times where he’d turn on a machine with a big dildo attached and it would fuck my pussy for hours until he returned. When he would be back, I’d be dripping in my own juices and he’d punish me further for that.
Sometimes he would give me some more freedom, keeping me on a collar and leash and I could roam the basement a bit – well, as far as the leash would let me go, that is. During those times I would explore and go through the different toys he kept in the drawers. Many of them I didn’t know how to use but I also found pleasure with the vibrators. They kept me busy whenever the master was out for work.
However, my greatest joys came from the moments he would arrive and actually fuck me. I cherished those moments the most and I came to learn a great deal from him.
I had seen porn videos online before but it was only from my master did I get to experience some strange and yet oddly orgasm-inducing positions. Only by his hand did I truly feel the elation of being a trained slut-slave.
It was a few hours – perhaps, I couldn’t really tell – after his last visit when I came across toys I hadn’t seen before. They looked like clamps but were smaller and made of pure metal. Without the cuffs binding my hands I managed to pick them up and inspect them closer.
“Ah, you’ve found those,” the master suddenly spoke. I turned around and found him standing at the basement door. Gleefully I crawled towards him.
He squatted down and cupped my face and said, “Come, it’s been a day since I last gave you a bath.”
I smiled and handed him the leash. He took a hold and led me across the basement and to the private bathroom in the corner. There he turned on the hot water and bathed me, hosing me down ever so gently so I could bask in the joy of being cleaned.
When we were done, he took a white towel, dried me and walked me back to my “kennel.” There he took a hold of the clamps I found and said, “Let’s give these a try then.”
My eyes shot wide open when I heard him say the words. I bit down on my lip, worried that they might hurt when applied, but I had learned to trust Marcus. Even when he punished me he would always reward my obedience with a rough fucking and I would be allowed to cum afterwards. He was only ever so harsh when I did not live up to his expectations or when I did not immediately obey his commands.
There was no time to debate, however, and I let Marcus take me by the hand. He twisted my arms around my back and with a band of rope he bound them tightly. He even made sure to twist the rope around my torso and squeeze my tits too. It kind of turned me on to see my body decorated so. He then pushed me to face the wall.
Marcus pressed my face against the wall but pulled my body back a bit, ensuring my pussy and legs were at least two feet from the flat surface. I had to bend forward and arc a little bit to keep up this position. He then took the rope from my back and looped it around a hook on the ceiling, locking me in place.
“Breathe in,” he then commanded. “This is going to hurt.”
I shut my eyes tight, inhaled and bit down on my lip as I waited for the pain. I felt the warmth of his touch when he suddenly grabbed onto my nipples. They were already stiff and I shuddered in ecstasy when he toyed with them a little, circling them with his fingertips.
Snap!
“Aah!” I cried out in pain when he locked one of the clamps on my left nipple. He didn’t wait another moment and applied the other clamp on my right nipple just as I was reeling in pain from the first one.
I felt him press his body against mine and I felt the thickness of his cock as it got hard. It was like a lethal snake pressing against my ass and I wiggled my hips to entice it. I wanted it to bite.
“F-fuck,” I cried out when the intense pain from the clamps became too much to bear. I couldn’t think or even feel anything else but the stinging heat on my nipples. Even after a few minutes passed I didn’t get used to the pain.
“Fuck indeed,” Marcus whispered into my ear as he took off his pants and slid them off on the ground. I then felt his dangling meat between my legs and I instantly felt the sensation of lust burning in my chest.
My master, fortunately, felt the same way and he quickly began to fuck me as we stood leaning against the wall. He took me from behind, gripping my clamped tits and wrapping a heavy set of fingers around my neck as he did. There was only a very brief moment of gentleness, only when he was still easing his way into me, but that evaporated quickly as soon as he got his cock inside. From that point on he slammed his way into my pussy, jerking and thrusting violently.
When he was done and we were both spent, he finally removed all the rope and clamps and allowed me to slump on the floor. I was exhausted and I couldn’t help but lean my head on the wall and try to catch my breath.
That was when he told me the good news.
“You have fulfilled your end of the deal,” he then said. “It’s only been seven days but I see you’re a loyal and obedient little slave. I’ll let you go home and when you do, you’ll see the papers and check for your business loan waiting for you on your bedroom desk.”
I couldn’t believe it. He really did get me the money for the business? How was that even possible? When did he get it done?
He didn’t wait for me to say a word to show my gratitude. Instead, he only pushed me to the floor, turned off the lights and left me again in the darkness of his dungeon. I quickly fell asleep, thinking of what I would do now that he was letting me go back to the “normal” world.
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Marcus