With that he disappeared again to the back of the room, to leave Anari waiting and shivering....
Shivering with fear and with the lingering shock of the harsh whip stroke across her ass, Anari lay face down on the floor. Her naked breasts were pressed against the wooden boards, her painfully-clamped nipples rubbed every time she made a slight movement. She was acutely aware of her naked virginal ass and her pussy exposed to the Master. And the gag in her mouth was making her dribble.....
'Stand up, Anari.' The Master was back -- she was conscious of him standing over her. Hurriedly, not wanting to be whipped again, she stumbled to her feet, teetering on the high heels. The Master dragged a heavy wooden chair into the centre of the room. 'Over here, girl!' He took her arm and roughly pulled her towards the chair, her breasts bouncing, making the clamps grip with renewed intensity. The Master stood her against the chair back. 'Bend over! Hands on the seat.'
Trembling, she obeyed. Efficiently and impassively the Master bound her wrists, tying the rope off to the front rung of the chair. Her legs were spread and her ankles bound to each of the back chair legs. Rope held her slender waist to the chair back. Her backside was carefully situated over the edge of the chair back. Anari felt her world spiralling out of control, into something she neither understood nor wanted. She felt herself dominated by this man who handled her so effortlessly and did as he wanted with her. And when he blindfolded her she felt completely helpless.
The Master stood back and admired his work. Truly, Anari looked superbly erotic. Her long hair cascaded across her face, her red lips clenched tight round the invasive ball-gag. Her beautifully-proportioned breasts, the nipples enhanced by the clamps, hung invitingly. Her rounded ass, the cheeks smooth and tight, stood prominently exposed, and between her thighs the swollen lips of her pussy appeared. Her legs were long and shapely. The Master licked his lips....
Under the darkness of her blindfold, Anari waited. She was unable to see, speak or move. She feared another whipping -- why else would she have been positioned like this? She clenched her fists and bit down on the ball-gag in anticipation. But the whipping didn't happen. Suddenly she was aware of the door opening and the sound of footsteps -- more than one person, she thought. A low murmur of voices. Then hands clamped round her hips from behind. She jerked in fright, mewed into her gag and tried to shrink away. The ropes held her tight. And then, to her horror, she felt something hard and unyielding forcing between her ass-cheeks, inexorably entering her tight and sensitive hole......She screamed soundlessly.
The Master found Anari's ass to be virginal, as he'd thought, and his plug was not going to go in easily. He walked to the back of the room and came back with some lubricant. He covered his finger in the wet jelly and began smearing it around Anari's sphincter, opening her up for him, relaxing her muscles. He could see the shaking of her head and it amused him. Did she really think he was going to pay any attention to the wants of a servant girl, serving him in his house? The lubricant was slowly working its way inside her ass and he pushed a finger inside her, testing. Oh God she was so tight. He began to push his finger slowly in and out of her, smearing the lubricant around liberally.
Anari moaned against his invasion involuntarily. She tried to clench her muscles to prevent him entering, but he was determined and there was nothing she could do except squirm uselessly on her chair, waiting for what was to happen next. Being blindfolded made it ten times worse, as she could not see what was happening. All she could do was feel. Right now, she felt panicked.
The Master started to apply lubricant to the small plug in his hand, covering it all over. He then returned the plug back to the base of her ass and applied pressure. Anari's moans increased in volume. The plug began to worm itself inside her, stretching her anal walls inexorably. The pain was excruciating. Anari was trying to expel the invader, but the Master's insistent pressure made this impossible. If she hadn't been gagged, she would have been swearing very loudly. Her eyes were watering in pain, a pain like she had never felt before.
'Relax against me,' the Master said. To help his plug enter more easily, he began to feel for her wetness, inserting two fingers there. Then proceeding to push them in deep, fucking her with them, in long strokes.
This distracted Anari and she relaxed somewhat against him, allowing the plug to finally rest within her, stretching her ass tightly and painfully, her muscles clamping around it. It was such a tight fit it was impossible to dislodge. His fingers stopped their attentions and she whimpered at him, craving more.
'Liked that, didn't we?' he said to her and moved around in front of her, making her blindfold go dark. 'I am going to leave you for an hour to adjust to that fit, before I fit you with a bigger one.' Anari's answer was an immediate groan in protest.
'Believe me, you'll thank me later,' said the Master, laughing at her back as his footsteps crossed the room.
Anari heard the sound of a light switch being turned off and the slam of a door. She shivered in despair at being left in such a cold, dark room, feeling more keenly than ever her predicament.
