This is the second part to my story all characters are over the age of 18.
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When I was awoken by my Master the sun had not yet risen.
"Wake up Slave!" He said as he grabbed me by my hair. "It's time I Fucked that Cunt of yours."
He dragged me off the bed savagely pulling my hair, my knees buckled as my feet hit the floor not awake enough to truly understand what was going on. I had been dreaming of sweet caresses and gentle words from the man that I have loved beyond reason for years. So this brutal treatment was even more a shock to my senses than if I had been expecting it.
"What's this Slave are you rebelling?" He asked in a menacing tone as yanked me to my feet once more.
"No, Master I am not. My foot is asleep Master. Your slave is sorry." I cried in my defense hoping that there was no way he could tell that I was lying to him.
"Deal with it Slave and walk." He growled at me as he pulled me along behind him.
Where we were going I was not entirely sure but having no choice in the matter I did not question him. Once we were in the hall we went toward the back of the house and down a flight of steps.
Once we were in the cellar it began to make sense why this man had no housekeeper. The cellar was full of things that I had only read about. Whips of all sizes and lengths, bull whips to a cat o' nine tails, from riding crops to phallus's mounted on stools. A strange table stood in the center of the room, being shaped like an '><' with manacles fastened to each end.
To this table is where he led me. "Turn around and face me Slave, and crawl backwards onto the table."
I did as I was told as quickly as I could not daring to speak a word.
"Good, I am going to lock you to this table and I have been told that you will find it uncomfortable at first, but I do not care for it is not your comfort I am after." He said with a dark smile on his face.
As he grabbed my right wrist I had a moment of panic and almost tried to run, but fearing what would happen if he caught me I stayed where I was. He made quick work of my wrists and moved to ankles. He fastened my left ankle first and it didn't seem so bad, however when he pulled my right leg over to be manacled the sensation of my legs being torn off was hardly bearable. But when I whimpered in pain My Master gave me a vicious slap across the face.
"Shut up, I am in no mood to hear your paltry cries you stupid bitch."
I did my best to remain silent and with my legs getting used to the position he forced them in I was able too.