Speaking in a tone that belied her size, the woman announced that "Play time will now commence," and as if by magic a bevy of lights flipped on to illuminate her in her captivity as if she was suddenly the center of the night's entertainment. The lady in charge inspected her from a few feet away, circling her and appraising her naked form, much as she had in the café that evening, stopping to linger near her right side. She bent down so that her mouth rested mere millimeters from her ear and spoke through the long, flowing, black tresses that she'd spent so much time caressing with her brush before leaving for a certain tryst this afternoon. Little did she know that tryst would turn into something far more meaningful and lasting than she could have ever hoped for?
The words she heard made a huge impact on her. "You can struggle, you can cry, you can even ask to be released and you will be OR you can see where I can take you on this journey. If after the first hour you no longer wish to be here, I will let you go, but I can almost predict with regular certainty who will go and who will stay. I've been watching you; you see. I know you've been using your beauty, charm and power to your advantage with men in your every day life and yet in the wee hours of the night, you log onto a secret website to play head games with strangers and perverts who would hurt you immeasurably if they could get their hands on you. Something inside of you craves to be used and controlled and I'm going to exploit that and see how far I can take you, though not with force and violence as they might, but with care, skill and loving tenderness."
She watched helplessly as the woman she had been unsettled by in the bar earlier approached a long bench that ran the length of the room. On top of it were implements she didn't recognize. Minutes ticked by and there was no sound, save her own breathing. How could they know about her secret persona? She had covered her tracks well, she thought. However, something had given her away and now every secret passion she had ever dreamed of was about to play out, albeit with a woman in charge of her deflowering into this kind of kink and not a man as she had always envisioned.
The Mistress turned and approached her, surgical gloved hands holding a large object she just couldn't understand as well as a bottle of lubricant. She knelt in front of the prone girl and flicked her tongue out over the swollen labia and clitoris of her captive, causing a spasm in her voluptuous thighs and a moan to issue from her overflowing mouth. Her captor stood and held up the device for the girl to see as she spread the slippery liquid over metal prongs in the shape of a pear.
"This is called the 'pear of anguish,' they were used in the 15th century to torture women suspected of witchcraft. I use them to humiliate and tantalize my submissives and slaves and take them to a place of pure debauchery. I won't turn the screw all the way this time, I'll only use it as a gynecologist might use a speculum to examine you, but know this... if you stay with me, eventually your cunt will be stretched to a place where I can easily put both of my hands inside of you and fuck you until you lose all control of your body and spirit in something my precious slaves know as euphoric subspace. That's the point where I will own you completely." A moan of anticipation echoed off the walls from across the room as only one who fully knew and understood her power could understand.
She was so aroused now that a stream of female lubrication dripped from her exposed vagina, giving away any sign that she might still wish to escape her certain fate on this fortuitous night. The metal was cool to the touch as it slid inside of her still tight pussy walls and there was no mistaking her arousal. Her body reacted as if she was being fucked seductively and romantically instead of taken against her will. The pear was now being opened slightly and there was nothing that she could do about it. She had always been proud of being able to stay nice and tight, but now there was nothing more she wanted than to be opened wide and used thoroughly.
A few turns of the screw and she was feeling very exposed and open. Her natural lubrication puddled around her anus and dripped onto the mat under the bondage chair where she was secured. The woman who was taking charge of her body moved back to the long bench and came back with something that resembled a hand-held vibrator, but also looked as if it could be a kitchen utensil as well. Her body was betraying her and as much as she wanted to fight, when the buzz of this new piece of sexual paraphernalia reverberated around the room, she closed her eyes and awaited the impending sensation with unexpected glee. The woman placed the head of the buzzing tool on the very tip of her clitoris and her body went completely limp in submission.
It hadn't taken an hour or even half that to make her feel as if she was at the mercy of this short, round bundle of dynamite. The last tool she used on her brought her to the brink of orgasm in a millisecond and just as she was about to release; the implement was quickly taken away. This continued in rapid succession for a period of what seemed like hours, but in reality, was no less than fifteen minutes. New toys and gadgets, both electric and prone, were used over the next 40 minutes and as the hour wound to a close the restraints were released, the gag taken out and this new woman in her life pulled her into a heap onto her lap, cradling her as if she were still a swaddled child. Stroking her hair and shoulders, humming quietly, she slid into a trance-like bliss that she'd never even imagined, yet known.
As she opened her eyes and gazed around the room things were still strange and unknown, but she knew almost instinctively that she would belong to them as long as they would have her.
