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He grabbed her wrists as she tried to move away.

"Be still,he commanded.

She still struggled. Slap. He backhanded her. She caught her breath and paused for a second to measure in her mind his new aggression.

"Let me go," she pleaded.

"Be quiet and be still," he commanded again. "You will do as I say."

She looked at him with contempt and then jerked again, hoping to free herself from his grip but without success. Slap. He slapped her again. She was startled by his violence.

"I require that you obey me," he said. "Do you understand?"

She was beginning to. Her mind was in turmoil. She had never bowed to any man's will before and now she was held captive both physically and emotionally by this hulking man. She was repulsed yet excited by him. She had valued her independance, yet was now being told to abandon and foresake it. She was frightened too.

She tried to calm herself and to be still until he released her. Then she planned to run.

She could feel his grip relaxing a little. She relaxed also, thinking that this would soon pass, and he would become reasonable. But she was wrong.

Feeling her calmer now, he released her for a moment and turned his back. She couldn't see what he was doing, but didn't try to move as he was still too close to her.

He turned to face her and grabbed her wrists again and quickly looped a cord around them before she realized what he was doing. Panic filled her mind as he secured her wrists tightly together.

"Please don't. That's not necessary," she pleaded.

He finished tieing and then pulled the loose cord length as he stood. She was pulled up from the chair by him and was forced to walk behind him as he went out of the room. She had to walk quickly to stay with him in order to keep the cord from hurting her.

She was surprised when she saw the room. There were pegs and eye hooks securely installed to a massive wooden frame. The frame was attached to the wall and stood about a foot away from it. The top of the frame extended out about three feet and was heavily braced.

Her heart raced faster. She felt hot and a little sick.

He looped the end of the cord through a eye hook and pulled it hard and drew her arms up above her head. She had to stand up straight to keep her wrists from hurting. He tied the cord back to the frame and stood back looking at her.

She looked at him, her eyes full of fear, and begged "Please let me loose. I won't run, and I will obey you. Don't hurt me."

He didn't answer, but instead moved across the room and opened a large box. He reached inside and searched for something. She couldn't see what he was doing, but she knew he had no plans to release her now. She tried to breathe, but found it hard to control her panic.

He came back to her, carrying more cord and other items. He knelt down and placed a cuff around each ankle. She pleaded with him not to continue. After a furtive kick, she stood still as he looped cords through the eyelet of each cuff and looped the end through a hook on the frame on each side. He pushed her legs apart and tied the cord back to hold her spread in that position.

He brought out a studded leather collar and fastened it around her neck, being careful to have it snug, but not choking. He returned to the box and searched again. Soon he returned with a cat-o-nine, a paddle and a lash. He held them up for her to see.

"I think you disobeyed me because you wanted to be punished. Didn't you?"

"No. I just didn't like you telling me what to do," she replied.

"Well you will learn to obey me whether you like to or not", he said.

And with that remark, he brushed the cat across her breasts, and then quickly flicked it across her. She cringed at the first blow, but didn't feel any pain, so she relaxed a little.

"He is just trying to scare me", she thought.

She soon found out he was doing much more as she felt the sting of the paddle across her buttocks. She shrieked in pain as he swung again. The force of his blow almost knocked her off balance, and she would have fallen had she not been tied.

"No," she screamed.

And in response he swung again.

"Stop," she yelled.

He responded with another blow, and then another, each time harder. Her buttocks stung and she felt pain radiating across her ass. Again and again he hit her, until she was quiet.

He then began to undo her shirt and then opened it up and unfastened her bra. Her breasts were free then, and he felt them and cupped them in his hands. Her nipples betrayed her by their hardness. He pinched them and pulled them, stretching them away from her chest.

He went back to the box and brought two clamps which he placed on her nipples. The pressure was intense as they clamped hard onto her sensitive nipples. He flicked and moved them to toy with her, and laughed as she groaned and her body shook and shivered with the manipulation.

He took the cat again and flicked it across her naked breasts, the laces slapping her with little stings. He flicked harder as she writhed under the blows. Her white flesh was turning light pink. Her aerole and nipple buds were dark red.

Again and again he flicked the cat across her. She moaned with each slap. Gutteral moans of pain and excitemment. She was ashamed to think that this abuse was exciting her. How could that be?

When he was tired, he stopped and moved a chair near to her and sat silently studying her. She was tired of this position and her body ached for some movement and relief from the tight cords. She did not ask though and he didn't release her.

He left the room and fixed a drink and made a few telephone calls. He finally returned and went to her. He removed the tit clamps and rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. They were so sensitive and hurt from the pressure they had been under, but she groaned as he played. The pain became pleasure and she was lost to it then.

"Will you obey me now?" he asked as he teased her.

"Yes, release me now so we can make love."

"That's the wrong answer," he replied as he loosened her slacks and lowered them.

He pulled her panties down and examined her buttocks. They were still pink from the earlier paddling. He rubbed and massaged them gently for a moment. When he was certain she was unharmed he picked the paddle up and swatted her ass again.

"Unnnnhhhhh," she moaned as the paddle struck her bare flesh.

She jumped under the sting and he continued raining blow after blow across her ass. She groaned and begged him not to continue. Her pleading drove him on and he began to hit her harder and harder, and had to subdue himself so he wouldn't permanently hurt her.

She was crying when he stopped. He sat in the chair again and stared at her. She looked back at him and cried harder and shook violently.

"How can you hurt me like this?" she asked. "I thought you loved me."

"I would not spend this time punishing you and training you if I did not love you," he answered.

She was struck by his answer and wondered how he could hurt someone he loved. She knew she couldn't.

"How can you say that, when I am hurting like this?"

"You don't have to hurt", he answered. "Simply obey me and I won't have to punish you."

"What if I don't think you are right when you tell me to do something?" she asked.

"Do not question me, just do it," he answered.

She thought for a moment and decided that the only way she was getting out of the restraints and being safe from more punishment was by agreeing to whatever he said.

"OK, I will. Now let me down. I am tired of this game and my arms and legs are hurting and my ass is sore."

He shook his head and picked the paddle up again. Whap. he struck her harder again and again. She screamed with each blow. He beat her until his arm tired. Her buttocks were deep red and swollen with the marks of the paddle.

Tears streamed down her face. She looked defeated. All defiance had left her expression now.

He sat for a moment and then he said "I am your Master. You are mine. I control you. I decide what you do and when. You serve at my beck and call and for my pleasure. If you please me, you should get pleasure from serving me well, and I will give you pleasure as well. If you do not please me or disobey me, I will punish you. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master", she answered.

And as the words flew out of her mouth, she realized she now understood her destiny, and knew why she was there. She relaxed then and a calm feeling flowed over her. She was his now in every way.

(next....collared and leashed)