Karen did not know how long she had been tied to the bed now. There room was cut off from the light outside and sound proof. He had fed her five times in what felt like only a day, maybe two. The meals game no indication. Each one was cereal and a juice.
Karen looked around the familiar room. No furnishings except the large bed she was tied spread eagled to and the small toy chest he kept the tools of her torture in.
He would come in, check on her, and go at random times. Once or twice he would help he use a hospital pan before rubbing her head and then leaving her alone. Karen did not know which was worse. The torture or the lack of it?
Worse she loved him.
He was her Master. She his devoted slave. The Master would come and go as he pleased. He, when He was ready would start and stop the torture.
Karen heard the locks click. Again they were more part of the abuse, she could not get off the bed the room did not need to be locked but here was something about hearing the heavy locks click that raised her apprehension when He would come in and devastate he as He left.
She lay there her chest rising and falling, arms and legs aching from being restrained for so long. She dare not mention the discomfort she was in, He would want her to just brave it like He wants her to brave any pain. To learn to control her body.
The door creaked heavily open. Master entered. He looked at her. Karen felt him more than saw him. He examined her, first with his eyes, then his hands. One trailed casually up her body from her foot up one leg. He rubbed at her clit and her body responded instantly as it had been trained to do. A faint smile. He rubbed her pussy then moved up trailing the juices across her stomach. He took hold of her right breast. Both nipples hardened easily. Again the almost imperceptible smile. She knew he was pleased with her body and loved even this touch.
He turned away and went to the chest. Karen gasped, gulping for air, she did not realize she had held he breath from when he touched her foot till he turned away. HE unlocked the chest. He had something in his hands bit she could not see what as he returned. He cupped her breast again. She felt the now familiar bit of the teeth of the wicked clamps as He attacked one to her left nipple. She still cried out as it bites her flesh. He tugs to make sure it if holding tight. The clip is attached to a seemingly delicate chain. The second clip and the chain are fed through the dog collar as he had many times as the clip was pulled towards the right nipple the chain tugged at the clamp in the left nipple. She whimpered silently. The tugging making the teeth bite harder as the second set of teeth dug in to her right breast.
He tested the clips by pulling at the chains. Karen felt the teeth cutting her nipples as they bit deeper. Master heard her gasp. He looked into her eyes and saw the pain she was feeling. Again the smile, she saw it He thought He could hide it from her but He was her life she knew every subtle movement He had trained her to observe him.
Again he turned away going back to the chest. Bending into it he looked for something specific. Finding it He stood up.
Back beside the bed He held up the vibrator. She remembered how she was so happy when she had ordered it. Now it was part of the torture He was putting her through. As He had now a couple of times he inserted it and turned it on letting the shaft churn up feelings inside her as the buzzing stimulator attacked her swollen, sensitive clit.
