In The Warehouse

He had told her to come here at this time. It was a much further distance than their usual meeting places. She parked her sports car and got out, standing there for a moment in her designer dress, gucci shoes, resplendent in her jewelry.

The building looked abandoned. A now unused warehouse. She opened the door and entered, shutting the door behind her. She was in a large loft like place. Everything was incredibly dirty. The two exceptions seemed to be a table just to her left, and a chair on the far end of the spacious room. He stood next to the chair.

"Strip completely."

She knew enough to stay quiet. Still in front of the doorway, she disrobed; placing everything on the clean table, even her jewelry. She removed her shoes and hose last, avoiding as long as possible putting her bare feet on the filthy floor. Finally she stood there completely naked, raising her heels to stand on tiptoe - avoiding as much as possible contact with the floor.

"I see you don't much care for the state of the floor. We'll see about that. Look on the floor under the table."

It was then she noticed the things beneath the table.

"Put them on. Ankle cuffs first."

Squatting on tiptoe she snapped the metal cuffs on, the sharp clicks telling of their being firmly locked in place. Presumably the keys were across the room with him. The cuffs had rings for joining them together, but as of now her legs were left free.

"Next the collar." It was also of metal, with a key controlled lock. She placed it about her neck and snapped it in place. It too had a ring, but there was no leash to attach it to.

The remaining items were like the ankle cuffs, only smaller. She snapped them about her wrists; her arms also were left free. Her mind idly speculated - are there many keys or does one control all the locks?

"On your knees.'" She lowered herself to a kneeling position. "I want you to crawl to me." She let her body lean forward to fall to the floor, holding herself off the floor with her palms. The floor was disgustingly dusty and dirty; she could feel it on her palms, knees and legs; on her toes and the soles of her feet. She started to inch forward.

"But slowly. I want you to clean the floor with your body. Try to cover all of the floor, getting it all as clean as you can. You will have to use all your body: back, breasts, inner thighs; face, hair, arms and legs. Get as much of the filth on you as possible. I will give you plenty of time."

She stretched her arms out in front of her and started rolling to her left. She felt the grime attaching to her flesh. When she reached the wall she rolled to the nearby corner. Clean all the floor? She would have to be systematic to cover it all. Best to start here, cover the part along the wall to the opposite corner, and proceed from there in strips wall to wall towards the end of the space with the chair.

"I have left a hogtie for you next to the chair." His voice was now coming from in front of the door; he must have walked up to there while she was writhing on the floor. "When you think you are done, use it to hog tie yourself in front of the chair; there is a leash attached to the chair there - be sure to lock it to your slave collar first. Once secured there, use your remaining time to thoroughly clean the area around the chair with your tongue; try to clean as wide an area around the chair as possible."

Yes, this is why I find him irresistible, she mused. No one else dares treat me like this; yet something deep within me yearns for this treatment.

"I am leaving for now. I will be back sometime this evening. You had better be hogtied in place before dark comes. Of course I will find your cleaning attempt to be inadequate. Expect to be thoroughly punished."

With that she heard the door open and shut, and heard the distinct sound of a padlock closing in place. From the outside she heard "I am taking your car." She looked towards the table; her things were all gone.

Her arousal was intense, juices running down her inner thighs. Yes, he is the only one who treats me the way I need. No safe words. My consent implied by my actions. I will be his filthy slave here until he tires of playing with me. Last time when it was over, I had to crawl for several miles in the dead of night, naked and in chains, to the place where he left the cuff keys; and then walk several more miles naked to where he left my car.

She set to work cleaning the floor. There was only so much filth that could cling to her body. She decided to accumulate the overflow in one of the room's corners. Even with that there seemed no way to actually clean the floor. No soap and water. She tried to make due with her juices; but although extremely aroused at the prospect of punishment for her failure, there just was not enough she could produce.

She had started a bit before noon. Light through the grimy windows gave her a sense of the passage of time. She settled into a routine: spreadeagled on her back across some of the floor; spreadeagled on her front; on each of her sides; cleaning particularly disgusting places directly with each breast, or directly with her hair or face; doing splits so her inner thighs could directly contribute.

As she progressed along the floor she noticed various places near the center of the room where rings had been firmly attached to the floor, and where a few chains descended from the ceiling to near the floor. For my punishment, she thought.

She did manage to cover all the floor just before nightfall. She was black with grime all over. As the light was failing she headed to the chair. There was the hogtie, and the leash. But there were also a dildo and a butt plug. He had not mentioned them. Should she? Or shouldn't she? Either way she knew he would punish her. She pushed the butt plug up her anus till the sphincter muscle had it firmly in place. She thrust the dildo up her vagina, tightening her muscles to maintain it there. They both were very large and hurt, but also felt good inside her - finally after all this filthy foreplay on her outer skin, he was playing inside me.

The leash was attached to the chair. There was an open padlock resting at the ring at the end of the leash. She quickly snapped the padlock shut on the ring on her collar. The room was now all shadows and approaching darkness. She took the hogtie, attaching it to her ankle cuffs, the locks of each clicking into place. She knelt and bent well backwards, then attached it with a click to her right wrist cuff. Putting her hands behind her, her right hand managed to maneuver it to the other cuff about her left wrist. Click.

There, hogtied on her knees and leashed to the chair. The chair was quite sturdy and heavy. It would take an effort for her to move it. The leash was quite long; it would give her free range about the chair.

She toppled over and fell on her side, moving quickly to lay on her breasts, her legs bent sharply at her knees, her feet and hands firmly locked close to each other, her arms stretched out along her back. Wiggling her body, she ever so slowly moved her head towards the area beneath the chair. She had done her best already to clean around the chair, but the floor was still covered with caked on dirt. She lowered her head and placed her lips to the floor. This will be like a very extended kiss from me to him, she thought. Her tongue darted out and started scrubbing the area around her mouth.

The light from the grimy windows failed. It was night. She was in total darkness.

She had no sense of how much time was passing. At first the presence of the chair gave orientation as to where she was. After at least several hours she had ranged from beneath the chair and was constantly slowly circling it in what she hoped were widening circles. Now the felt presence of the leash as it pulled slightly at her neck was the only thing that oriented her. As the hours went on, and her mouth was dry and her tongue raw, the pull by the leash on her collar tightened until she struggled to pull her head and tongue to cover more area.

At that point she felt hands, his hands, raise her head and place a ball gag in her mouth, securing it about her head. She had not heard him approach. But she had been in the zone of her long floor kiss. He of course easily heard her moving on the floor. Now a blindfold was placed over her eyes. It was the kind that stuck to skin around each eye socket, letting no light in.

She heard him walk away. "Let's see how you did." A sound of a switch followed by the sound of fluorescent lights slowly coming on.

"What a rotten job. What have you been doing all this time?"

He of course would say that no matter what. But with the blindfold, she was to be deprived of seeing how well or badly she had actually done.

"Get up on your knees." She struggled to raise herself from the prone position she had been in all night. A pull on the leash helped give her the momentum to regain the kneeling position.

"Come on."

The leash continued to pull on her neck. He must have unattached it from the chair. In her hogtied position, on her knees, she struggled to follow the pull of the leash.

When they stopped, she felt her ankle cuffs being unlocked from the hogtie. "Up". The leash pulled upwards. She stood up. "Spread them." She stretched her legs apart. "Wider. Wider." She stretched them till she could no more. He walked to one side of her. A click. He then walked to the other side of her. Click. She tested her feet. Yes, each was now secured tightly in place. She must be in the center of the room, where those rings were attached to the floor.

She felt her wrists being unlocked from the hogtie, only to be immediately locked onto something else. She felt her arms pulled back and up. This must be a chain dangling from the ceiling, she thought. As her body was raised up she had to stand on her toes. She could feel the rings attached to her ankle cuffs pulling on her legs. She was now pulled as high as she could go up on her toes, yet the roof chain continued to pull her arms up. She had to start bending over to allow her arms to rise. This continued until she was bent over double, her body now horizontal to the floor, and held rigidly in place by the upward pull of the roof chain as countered by the downward pull of the two floor rings.

"Let me now take a look at you. You are thoroughly filthy, I'll give you that. His hands started roaming over her body. They seemed to be in latex gloves, very thin ones - she could feel his hands through them. She was glad, for then his hands could also feel her grime covered skin. He touched her everywhere. He is thoroughly examining my dirt encrusted skin, she thought, to see if there is anywhere that shows a still cleanish patch of flesh.

"You may be a rotten cleaner, but you seem very skillful at being dirty." Yes, I love that he sees me as a dirty tramp to be used. And abused.

In her current position, she could feel her breasts hanging straight down. His hands were now stroking each breast, pinching each nipple. She could feel the nipples becoming engorged, thrusting out stiffly downward. Suddenly a vicious clamp bit hard into her hardened left nipple. "Oh", she whispered into her ball gag. A matching clamp on her right nipple. "Ah." A downward pull on both nipples. There are now chains dangling from the clamps, she thought.

His hands moved to her pussy lips, now stroking them. She moaned softly into her gag. I can guess what is coming, she thought; he has done this to me before. One of his hands firmly grabbed her left pussy lip while another vicious clamp firmly bit into it. And then a clamp bit into the right lip. "Ow

ouch." A downward pull on both pussy lips. Yes, she thought, more chains, now from all four clamps.

She felt all four of the dangling clamp chains suddenly uniformly all pull strongly and steadily downward. Yes, something heavy is being held by the four chains. If it is as I guess, the chains now hold a footrest horizontally about a half foot off the floor.

She heard him walk away, and then return. The sound of something placed directly in front of her. Yes, she thought, a footrest - and now a stool for him to sit on and rest his feet.

A pull on her neck leash pulled her forward a bit; her chin made contact with something. Yes, the top of the stool. She swung back a bit and after a brief while was pulled forward again. He removed her gag as her now available mouth met his erect penis. A pull on the leash and her mouth was now held in place around his penis. She greeted it with her tongue, exploring it from all sides, swirling her invitation to enter further, guiding it to her throat.

A sudden heavy pull on the four clamps, as the leash pulled her head forward more and his penis glided smoothly into her throat. She gulped and swallowed as much as she could and strained to receive more. His body pressed hard against her lips as the leash pulled her harder towards him with an intensity matched by the unbearable pull on her nipples and pussy lips. The pain only intensified the glow of her embrace of his member - he in her and she about him - she like a sock puppet animated at last by his controlling presence deep within her - filling an emptiness in her only he seemed to understand. She was in heaven - she was in hell - they were the same place for her right now - the only place she yearned to be.

He lingered inside her like this for a while, they quietly still entwined together as she felt the bliss of her nipples and pussy lips being torn from her, claimed as his and his alone.

She felt his coming climax rising within her throat. But at the last moment he pulled swiftly out of her, pulling her head away and downward, while lessening slightly the unbearable pull of the four chains. Immediately she felt the gag return into her now empty mouth, felt his hands reattach it about her head.

He is leaning back on the stool recovering, she thought. Leaving me alone with myself and his gift of this pain. After a while, the pull on the four clamps suddenly stopped, leaving only the continued vicious bite of each clamp itself. She heard him get off the stool, standing on her left side. For a while he stroked her back and breasts, her clitoris and pussy lips, her ass cheeks and inner thighs. Then the clamp on the left nipple was suddenly opened and removed. The flood of the returning blood flow was overwhelming. But before she could whimper into the gag, the clamp on the right nipple also opened. The flood became a tsunami, amplified immediately with the quick removal of the two clamps on her pussy lips.

As she moaned, she felt the leash pull her head up. One hand cupped her chin. He held her like that for a while as the pain flowed through and receded. He is gazing at my face, she thought. She heard a spitting sound, then fingers from the other hand rubbed a part of her forehead. She felt liquid there. Then she felt his lips on that spot. He is kissing my forehead! He cleaned a spot there and is now kissing me there! It is little touches like this that keeps me his slave, his filthy slave to use as he pleases. I have surrendered to him out of my needs to be treated as his filthy slave, but little touches like this solidify my surrender, binding me helplessly in the hope that he actually has somewhere a tiny bit of love for his filthy slave. Without that hope I might someday break free from him; but with that hope I am enslaved forever.

The ball gag was removed and replaced by another type of gag, one with a surrogate penis which was jammed down her throat. He securely attached it about her head. "We don't want any of your holes unfulfilled, do we?"

He walked away for a moment. On his return she felt a blow on her ass cheeks. Rapidly more blows landed across her behind. Breathing steadily through her nose, she became one with the pain. He is using a strap, she thought. When we first met at a bdsm club and tried a scene together, he would start gently; but now that I am his dirty slave to use as he pleases, the blows from the strap are at full strength from the start. She lost count of how many blows so far; easily over fifty. My ass must be a bright red, she thought, or a muddy reddish through the dirt.

After a momentary pause, the strap started landing across her lower back. He is being thorough, she thought; maybe I will receive a complete work over with the strap - every inch of my flesh feeling its sting. Every dirty inch. My flesh one glowing dirty package of intense pain. As he continued, arms, legs, even hands and feet; she was floating in a volcanic subspace, her body surrounded everywhere by his unflinching violent caresses. Her sense of loving surrender completely to him engulfing her. When the blows fell across her neck and head, across her face, they were received in clear continuity to the preceding: Yes, she gasped, all of her, all of her was his to possess utterly; joy welled up at the intensity of the possessing - such a wanted gift he was giving her.

After moving on to her outer thighs, she realized he had now used the strap to claim all of her except for her breasts and genitals and areas nearby each. He moved on to her inner thighs. Like a kind of foreplay he approached her pussy, only to divert to her breasts. When they had become thoroughly reddened, the blows concentrated on her sorely abused nipples. From there the blows quickly intensified in alternation between the nipples and high up her inner thighs.

Then a pause for a second - she suspended for a moment in a caesura amid her thrashing - and then the blows consecrated on her pussy, direct hits on the violated pussy lips rained down, with the occasional strike against her enlarging clitoris. Her arousal skyrocketed; her whole body aflame. He knows me, she screamed to herself, knows I am close to coming. Then she reached the apex, awaiting one more blow to propel her over,...

He suddenly stopped. She writhed in her bonds, trying to pull her constrained legs together, tying to bring her thighs together in contact - it was so little she'd need to trigger the climax that teetered about her. She silently screamed in her gag, plead with the artificial penis down her throat. Finally she hung limp in her bonds - no, she thought, I belong to him, it all belongs to him, my climaxing belongs to him - his to keep or give.

He stroked her skin for a while. I must feel hot to his touch. His latex gloved hands felt cool to her flesh. After a while he concentrated on soothing her nipples and stroking her pussy lips. Feels so nice, her tortured body seemed to say. She pushed her vagina and breasts into his touch.

Suddenly the clamps were back. Quickly all four were biting as before, with the harsh downward pull of the footrest. She heard the stool in front of her scrap along the ground. She heard him move behind her, heard what might be his adjusting himself on the stool. Then intense pain as all four chains to the clamps yanked strongly downward. He is resting his feet, she screamed inside her head.

The butt plug was brutally pulled out; something else plunged into her anus. Intense extra pain as it overcame her muscles resistance. His penis must be in me, plowing me from behind. He thrust in and out of her un- ceremoniously; she felt as if being ripped in two. He is possessing me, she thought; yes, I am his to rip apart if he wants.

After what seemed like an eternity of this, it stopped. His penis withdrew to be replaced by the butt plug. The chain pulling her arms up yanked up a few more inches. She felt her whole body being impossibly pulled apart. But somehow her head lowered a bit and her behind raised somewhat. She felt him stroke her vagina which now was somewhat more accessible. She felt his hands pry her pussy lips apart, as the downward pull on her four clamps shot way up in intensity. His penis entered her pussy from behind and plunged deep within her. It went in and out, going full deep and then almost withdrawing to plunge and probe her again, her nipples and pussy lips being mercilessly yanked at, her whole body mercilessly stretched unendurably, the sense of being torn apart overwhelming her.