She stood immobile as she had stood for the past three days, afraid to sleep in case she stumbled and the rusting metal collar by which she was secured by way of a short chain from the cellar's vaulted ceiling should serve to snap her neck.
She still wore her yellow party dress, and her black bomber jacket, even her high heels, only her pretty pink panties lay on the soiled stone floor where she had taken them down to answer a call of nature and she hadn't been able to pick them up again.
Her fingers scrabbled at the constricting metal band with it's heavy padlock for the thousandth time or so it seemed but there was no escape she had even tried holding it in her hands so it took all her weight to try to dislodge the whole fiendish device from the ceiling but with no success so she stared around at her prison once again.
A low wattage lamp bathed the whole cellar in its strange glow, the room was some twenty feet square, the door was apparently of oak while the cellar was made neatly fashioned blocks of stone eighteen inches or so square, even the floor while the vaulted ceiling was in smaller but otherwise similar stone, a metal filing cabinet, a tap with a hose reel and a strange saw horse were the only items of interest in her prison, where green mould grew in the gaps between the stone blocks and everything smelled of disinfectant.
It was damp and humid, damp from his regular visits with mop and bucket to clean away what nature compelled her to drop on the floor beneath her, and warm and humid, not uncomfortably hot but enough for the perspiration to leave her hair matted and her clothes cling to her uncomfortably.
The door opened with a menacing creak, "Ah Penny my dear, how are you?" he said, "The Master" as he liked to be known as he strode in wearing an immaculate dark suit with a white shirt and his old school tie, earlier it had been a boiler suit, before that when he brought her here, he wore something different,she struggled to remember, but the drink and the designer drug made everything a blur.
"Wothen" she said through her her improvised fabric gag, scarf held by a leather belt secured with a padlock
"Rotten, what my dear?" he asked.
"Wothen Masther," she replied.
"Good girl, rotten Master, that's really rather good." he said.
She stared at him, "Would you like some support my dear?" he asked as he approached, "You refused my offer yesterday but I fear fatigue is eating away at your resolve."
She turned, and looked across the room to the saw horse which he was now standing by, at least she thought of it as a saw horse, instead of the smooth surface for sawing logs there was a large hole and beside it a huge dildo was fixed prominently, vertically, menacingly.
"Who wand me to sit on tha?" she asked, "Masther?"
"Yes, it will take the strain from you legs," he offered, "Penny," he said, "Do you like your gag?"
"Nome Masther," she replied.
"Oh you should have said," he suggested and he deftly undid the lock allowing both belt and fabric to flutter to the floor, "Is that better?"
"Yes Master." she replied.
"Good girl, good girl," he praised her, "Now how about I arrange a seat for you,"
"Oh my god," she wailed.
"No, not God, call me Master," he chuckled, "But how much longer can you carry on, Penny, really?"
"My legs, Master, I can't feel my legs," she pleaded.
"No, it won't be long but it's so silly when there's a seat waiting for you, what do you say?" he asked,
She shook her head sadly.
"Such a shame, do you know if only you tried it I would bet that you would like it so much that you would be begging me to let you use it within a week, but sadly I have an engagement," he explained, "It will be tomorrow before I return, can you hold out that long?"
"No Master." she agreed, her face betraying her despair, "I would like the seat please master."
"Excellent choice my dear truly excellent," he replied and he began to wheel the saw horse closer, "It really is a lovely experience or so I am told" he informed her as he pushed it towards her guiding the blunt end between her legs as she stained to stand on tip toe as the polished wood bar slipped under her crotch with the tiniest of clearance and finally stopped with the dildo pushing her yellow party dress against her pubic hair.
He pushed the saw horse further so the unyielding dildo was directly beneath the ceiling hook, she stumbled but the firm wood of the saw horse saved her from falling.
"Now just raise yourself up," he suggested, "Put your feet on the foot block and rise up and then sink down."
Penny placed her elegant high heeled shoe on the block and levered herself up, "You should really make yourself ready," He suggested as she raised herself and as far as he could see past her short dress the end of the dildo was directly under her crotch.
"What do you mean by ready Master?" she asked
"A little wank perhaps?" he suggested, "I understand it is less painful when you are moist."
"Yes," she agreed but her calf muscles were aching and by degrees her knees buckled and more and more of her weight was taken by the dildo and then remembered to call him "Master."
"Well?" he queried, "Shall you masturbate for me?" she didn't reply, couldn't reply as the pain and ecstasy of her impalement mingled as it eased her vagina open and allowed her to sink down with her fingers and she slowly eased herself down onto the plastic phallus.
"How do you feel my dear?" he asked, she just groaned, "Please allow me," he expertly raised the hem of her dress and sought out her clitoris from among the lush curls of her pubic hair, "Tell me how you feel my dear, please."
Penetrated, violated, cheap, the adjectives whirled around her brain, "Oohhhhh" she finally announced, "Ohhhh Master, Impaled," she declared, "Impaled master,"
"Yes, a good choice, impaled," he agreed, "Impaled,"
"Ohhh Master, please!" Penny squealed but it was far too late, she was now fully impaled, the entire nine and a quarter inches of plastic phallus within her and still the master played with her clit, "Master!" she shrieked finally and ecstasy an exhaustion overcame her and she slumped over the machine.
He guided her head as she slumped but it was obvious she was hurting her neck so reluctantly he unfastened the padlock to release her collar from the chain overhead before wheeling her away from the centre of the room.
He was still there when she woke, "How are you my dear?" he asked.
"Wonderful!" she said dreamily and then regretted her words instantly.
"You are supposed to call me master my dear." he said as he slapped each of her cheeks in turn leaving them reddened like a peasants cheeks.
She was suddenly wide awake, "I'm sorry Master," she apologised, "I'm really sorry Master," she repeated and soft tears began to fall.
"Now don't cry," he said, "Those gorgeous blue eyes should be full of laughter not sorrow."
She stared incredulously, "You're mad," she said suddenly.
"You are mad Master," he corrected, "But you did cum beautifully just a few minutes ago, quite delightfully so, so I was going to ask a small favour?"
"Favour Master?" she asked incredulously.
"Well, my dear you do rather stink abominably," he added, "So would you mind awfully if I had your clothes washed and laundered?"
"I can't stop you," she said, "Master."
"No Penny, I wish you to hand me your clothes," He said quietly, "It is not for me to undress you, I am not your lover, but I would consider it a privilege if I could alleviate this awful smell in some small way."
She stared, "What will I wear?" she asked knowing the answer already, "Master?"
"I think we both know the answer is nothing at all." he chuckled, "Well?"
"That would be very kind Master." she agreed.
"Slip them off then my dear," he said quietly and now freed except for the impaling dildo she slowly undressed, first her jacket, still with her useless mobile phone in the pocket together with her small wallet with her equally useless credit cards, and few pounds of spending money and the small segment of tin foil she had bought her fix in, was it less than four days ago.
Her dress she pulled easily over her head and she smiled as he shot an admiring glance at her firm body and then finally she undid her bra and handed it to him, "Your stockings please and shoes." he added, she pulled them down slowly she hoped sexily, and slipped her shoes off.
"Shall I hose you of Penny, with lovely cold water?" he asked.
"Thank you Master," she said.
"Or would you prefer a lovely hot bath?" he asked.
She paused obviously it was a trick question, "You're just playing with me master!" she declared.
"No, my dear, but I shall require you to be collared and leashed at all times when you are outside the safety of this room." he said reasonably, "And of course you shall remain delightfully naked."
"Yes Master," she agreed.
"Then so be it," he said delightedly, "I'll fetch the collar and leash."
He strode to the filing cabinet and took out a dog collar and leash, he handed it to her, "If you would care to slip it on?"
She took the black leather collar and placed it around her neck, "Slip the padlock through the first spare hole," he ordered, "So it doesn't slip undone accidentally!"
She did as he asked and the lock clicked closed. "Excellent, now to bathe, I shall just release you."
He moved close to her reached under the saw horse and began to fiddle with something suddenly she felt the dildo come loose.
"Yes I merely unscrewed it my dear." he said, "I shall fix it later don't worry."
She slid gingerly along the saw horse and dropped to the ground her knees buckled with the fatigue, "The hose is just there." he explained, "Are you sure you want a hot bath?"
It took all her will power, "Yes," she agreed.
"And you won't mind a blindfold?" he asked.
"No Master," she replied and then she saw he had taken a simple black face mask with the eye holes obscured from the filing cabinet, he slipped it over head and she descended into darkness.
He led her away across the cold stone floor, she could have lifted the mask at any time but she did not, she merely followed up stone steps and then along carpeted passage ways and up carpeted stairs until he suggested she "Take the blindfold off,"and she found herself in a magnificently appointed bathroom, white marble floors, black marble bath surround, ivory taps and everything appointed in black or white, except where the yellowish glow of the low energy lighting gave a warmth to the otherwise cold ambience.
He ran the bath for her and finally after a liberal application of bath salts he allowed her to climb in.
She luxuriated in the unaccustomed luxury and then with a click as the door locked he left her alone.
She was asleep when he returned, "Penny, you can't sleep in the bath my dear." he chided.
He wore boxer shorts now, under his red silk dressing gown, just boxers and red carpet slippers, like an elderly gentleman.
"No, no I suppose not." she said.
"Master," he said, "That will be three lashes, I have shown kindness, you repay me with dis respect."
"I'm sorry Master," she said recovering, "But Master I am overcome by your manliness."
