Anna the Slave Episode 01

The door cracked open and light spilled into the darkened room. Anna squinted her eyes to see who was coming for her. The chains around her wrists and ankles made harsh clanging noises as she moved that contrasted sharply with the soft silence that filled the rest of the room. It was hot in her cell, the air so thick with moisture that it collected on her skin.

"Anna...." A cool voice whispered into her cell. She immediately stopped moving, stilling the chains.

"Oh Anna...." A dark form entered the room. He traced a cool finger up her leg, along lines of moisture from the air. He circled his finger along her inner thigh, and Anna's leg twitched involuntarily. She sucked in a gulp of air, trying to remain as quiet and as still as possible. He liked it when she fought against squirming under his touch. He liked watching her struggling against herself in order to please him.

He traced his finger further up her thigh, causing her to quiver. She started to feel slickness along the lips of her pussy. She involuntarily arched her hips toward his finger. He quickly withdrew his hand, drawing it up toward her face. He roughly grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head up to his lips.

"Very bad girl Anna. You live to please me and now you have disappointed me. I had hoped that you would please me today, but perhaps I will go see Bella or Cara."

Anna wanted to cry out "No!" but she bit her lip. She quivered as the slick moisture taunted her. She wanted him to slide his finger slowly up and down her thigh again. She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. If she cried out to him, he would leave immediately and she'd be left in the darkness for days. She sat as still as she could while he gripped her hair tightly. He breathed slowly onto her neck while he decided what he would do. He relaxed the grip on her hair. Her head slipped down to the table with a thunk and it jarred her back to the present moment.

He quickly put his hand on her naked breast and traced his finger around her nipple, slowly at first. He built up speed and then pinched her nipple roughly. She arched her back as the feeling echoed through her, but she kept her mouth firmly closed.

"Anna...?"

"Yes?" she said in the quietest voice she could muster but still answer him.

"I want you to suck my cock."

"Yes, of course master."

He unhooked the chains from their bolts on the table, and hooked them to the eyehook on the stone floor. He turned on the light so that she could see what she was to do. He unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. He slid down the boxers and sat on the chair behind him.

"Oh your knees Anna."

She fell swiftly to her knees, ignoring the familiar pain as they hit the stone floor. He pulled on the chain attached to her left wrist, causing her to lose her balance slightly.

"You're so clumsy Anna. Thankfully, you give the best head of all of my slaves."

His dick was fully erect, inches from her nose. She moistened her lips and breathed onto his cock slowly and intentionally.

"Ahhhh, that's it. That's perfect," she could feel his shoulder slump back, and he let his head fall back onto the neck rest of the chair.

She continued to blow the hotness of her breath onto his dick. She could see it quiver back and forth involuntarily. She let her tongue dart out of her mouth and touch the base of his quivering cock. She traced her tongue up the base and swirled it around the tip, making sure to suck slightly.

He moaned in pleasure and pushed his hips forward, inviting her to take him into her mouth completely, but she didn't. This was the only place where she was master and he was slave. He would acquiesce to her mastery of this task. She brought her tongue back down to the base, only it was wetter this time. She moved the tip very slowly up the shaft, circling again at the time. She circled the head again, making sure that the top of her tongue stayed in contact with it the whole time.

He moaned again, pushing his hips forward again. He wanted her to take him into her mouth, but she continued to tease him with circles. A hand reached up and cupped his balls. He lifted his hands from the armrests, and put them behind her head, pushing his hips forward again. His thrust his cock into her mouth, shoving her face forward. She had to hold back her gag reflex and sucked hard. He released his hold on her head, let her mouth slide off his cock just slightly. She moved her mouth up and down and wrapped her right hand around the shaft, just below her mouth. She squeezed as she went down, tightening her hold on his balls slightly. He moaned again. She could feel his legs start to tense up. This was her cue to slow down. She took her mouth off his cock, instead swirling her tongue around the tip again. Around and around her tongue went, until she could feel his hands tightening on her hair. She took him into her mouth again, shoving her mouth all the way down the shaft as hard and as fast as she could. He breathed deeply.

"Yes, suck me off Anna. Suck me off and I might let you cum on my finger."

She built up speed, squeezing with her index and middle finger on the way down, cupping, and sucking. He started to buck his hips rhythmically to her. She could feel his legs tensing and his hands crushed her hair. Again she slowed down, deciding to circle the head of his pulsing cock.

"Not yet," she knew he would permit her this whisper, this pleading. He relaxed back into the chair and let her tease him with her tongue, slowly. She took her mouth to his balls, sucking on one gently, then the other, while her hand continued her mouth's work.

"Yes, suck me off Anna. I want to cum down your throat."

She traced her tongue up his shaft again, putting her mouth around him again, pushing him all the way into her mouth and down her throat. He moaned again, grabbing fistfuls of hair and pushing her head up and down to a frantic rhythm. There would be no more teasing.

Anna did the best she could to breathe while he frantically pumped his dick into her mouth, down her throat, while simultaneously pulling her head down. She could feel everything tensing up until one final moment where he slammed his dick as far down her throat as he could. She could feel his cum spray down her throat and she sucked eagerly. She could feel her own slick lips warming up, feeling desire at the thought that he'd at least let her cum on his fingers.

"You are such a good cumslut Anna," he still clutched her hair, jamming her face into his pubic hair. She could hardly breathe, but she still wanted him to stroke her clit.

She swallowed every drop and he released her head.

"Lick up all the cum off of my dick and then put my clothes back on, Anna."

She pulled her head back and lapped at his cock, slowly, licking up everything. When she was finished, she pulled his boxers up to his knees and he stood. She remained on her knees with her head bowed, trying not to betray how much she desired to be touched. If he knew how much she wanted it, he would chain her to the table, taking extra steps to ensure that she could please herself. Slaves were not allowed to pleasure themselves unless asked to by the master. She knew the rules well.

He pulled on his boxers and buttoned his jeans. "You did great, Anna, but I'm not sure you've quite earned the right to cum yet. I may go finger Bella in your place, since she was such a good slave earlier in the week."

Anna kept her eyes down on the ground, trying so hard not to whimper.

He unhooked the chains from the eyehook on the ground, and pulled her over to the table. She got onto the table, lying on her back. He hooked the chains back to their respective hooks on the table.

She lied on the table, obediently, waiting for him to strum her clit with his finger. Instead, he walked toward the door. Anna bit her lip to keep from crying out.

"Anna, do not sleep. I may come back for you tonight or tomorrow, but I want you ready and waiting for me when I do."

The door opened and shut quickly, leaving Anna in the damp air, alone, in the darkness, again.