"The important thing to remember," she said passively, "Is that there is no limit to true sadism."
Her young prodigy nodded in appreciation of the wisdom he had just been handed, but was nervous to hear it. He hadn't signed on for raw torture. If he wanted that, he could very well have stayed in the army. That would have been the same garbage. And it's free.
He began to reevaluate his station, pondering possible escape routes. Simple excuses would be meaningless, unless they seemed plausible. However, if not today, then the next day, or the day after that, et cetera. Could he achieve the right state of mind by then? If not, he would have just wasted his Mistress' time and that was never a good thing.
"I chose a special specimen just for you," his Mistress said. "I know your proclivities like my own, even if you've endeavored to veil them from me. In time, you'll understand that you can't hide anything from me, nothing at all. And, in time, you will also learn not to hide your pleasures, but express them freely and openly. That's what you wanted and so that's what I'm giving you."
He wanted to correct her, tell her that he wanted little to do with this at all and that it simply seemed the lesser of two evils, but opening his mouth and defying her when she was empowered with making choices for his life sure seemed like the smart thing to do. He followed her, churning stomach and all, listening to the click of her 4-inch-heel boots and the shallow stomp of his own shoes, seeking comfort through the sound. It was the only thing he recognized here at all. Didn't help, though.
She slid a card into a small, blinking card-reader to the right of two doors that looked like the Gates of Hades. His throat wasn't dry, but he wanted to purge. He assumed she understood that, since she suddenly seemed so pleased with him. She ran polished fingernails through his hair and smiled at him.
"It's okay," she told him. "It's not wrong to feel the way you do. It's not wrong to feel anything, but it is wrong not to act upon it. Unless of course your desire is to kill someone. Then you should consider before you act, but you still ought to act."
"I should kill someone if I want to," he asked.
"Certainly not. I didn't say that. You should do something about the feeling, though."
The doors opened manually and awkwardly and they walked in together. The room was sizable, but not obscenely so. It was immaculate, gently lit, with a variety of tables covered in shackles, boxes in somewhat human shape with various holes for wrists and ankles and such, and small side tables on rollers covered in tools his brain either couldn't or didn't wish to identify at the present.
"This is my little slice of sado-masochism," his mistress explained with arms spread wide. "Whenever I'm in the mood for the rough stuff, this is where you'll find me. Since you are my protégé, this room is also a part of you, and you may come and go as you please. However!, not before it becomes a piece of you. In order to possess anything, you must first know it. I know you, ergo I possess you. You may know me someday, and on that day you may possess me, but for now I will simply give you some of what is mine.
"Almost everything in this room is designed to pain and to pleasure. I will introduce you to everything, with time. For now, we'll stick with the basics. I have a friend for you. Someone who's squirming with anticipation to meet you. I'm sure you two will make an adorable couple."
Against the wall, a woman was chained; a leather strap around her knees, spreading and suspending her legs and two shackles forcing her arms up. She was mostly naked, save a bra her breasts were spilling out of (her gorgeous, pierced nipples pointing out to him instead of down) and a tight collar. Her lips were big, her eyes were too, and her nose was a cute protusion between two slender cheeks. Her hair was dark red and uniquely styled.
His eyes were reaching out for her and his heart began to pick up the pace. She looked sheepishly at the floor, with embarrassment and flattery. A small puddle had formed just under where she was suspended. He didn't need to wonder the origin.
"I wonder if she likes you," his Mistress said. "Is she acceptable to you?"
"Absolutely."
His pants tightened.
"I can see that," she replied. "But don't go cumming in your pants. The fun hasn't even started, and this little one has been wanting a piece of you since she first heard of you. She's a big fan of mine and when she heard I was taking on an apprentice, she threw herself at me and begged for a chance at you. When I said I'd make her dreams come true, spent a week in bed just imagining what it would be like to let you have your way with her. I know, it was my bed. This poor girl has it for you something crazy. Don't disappoint her and me by creaming those nice pants of yours."
"How...," he struggled to think, to speak. She was... everything. She was all that he had wanted in one creature, bound to a wall and madly in lust with him.
"I told you," his Mistress whispered. "You can't hide anything from me."
"Now," she continued. "You're not allowed to strip just yet, so just have a seat somewhere nearby and try to relax it a little. And no touching, either. If you can't even wait for this beauty, then clearly all you'll ever have is your hand."
He was too entranced to oppose her will. He hopped up onto one of the adjacent tables, heart pounding faster than his cock was throbbing, and waited for the show to begin. His Mistress approached one of the side tables and produced a riding crop. He saw the girl on the wall shudder with horror and excitement. His Mistress approached her.
"Your very first little slave here is absolutely starving for you," his Mistress enticed. "I can feel the heat from her body standing this close. However, we have a problem. If you want dinner, you have to preheat the oven."
She quickly struck the incapacitated woman across her nipples. The speed and accuracy were to be admired. The girl shrieked in pain and panted for a moment.
"Oh, that wasn't so bad. If you're already screaming, we'll all be deaf before we're through. I will put a gag on you, if I have to."
The girl didn't speak. She just hung there, panting and steeling herself for another strike. It was delivered with a heavy *CRACK* to the top of her right breast. She screamed again but there was a sound behind it. Something like drops of rain. His cock was completely erect inside his pants, the fabric poking up to his belly button. He felt precum smearing around the head with every throb. He was in pain, but she was in more pain. He liked it. He liked it a lot.
There was another crack, another scream obscuring the sound of rain drops. He began panting as well. Panting and sweating. She was in so much pain, he could tell. She looked terrified. But there was something beyond it, something wonderful. An immense pleasure that could be unlocked no other way. It was driving him insane. Or was it just her fear? He didn't want to think about that. He still wasn't ready to acknowledge it.
He heard another thunderous crack of the riding crop and a long scream followed by a whimper. She began to weep.
"You better not cry, slut," he panted, flustered with mad lust.
"What was that," his Mistress asked. His eyes shot to meet hers, like a child who had just been discovered by its mother.
"I...," he didn't want to repeat it. He was filled with shame that he felt this way, this disrespect for another living, breathing human being. It wasn't the first time he'd disregarded someone's feelings, just the first time he'd disregarded the feelings of someone he saw as living perfection. His Mistress already knew it, though. She was enjoying his moral conflict.
"I heard what you said," she giggled. "And so did our little friend. It's very naughty to say such mean things. Look at how much you've hurt her feelings. She looks positively destroyed inside."
His Mistress grabbed her chin and forced her face towards him. His eyes met hers, so teary and full of shame and torment. His heart burst inside his chest with negative emotions that he instantly wished away. He struggled to blubber out an apology, but all that came out was sentence fragments, blissfully free of the word "Sorry". His Mistress only laughed at him.
"I knew you'd feel guilty about this," she said. "That's why I chose this one. You've been paying attention, I can see..."
She pointed the crop at his visibly erect state.
"...but you haven't REALLY been paying attention. Look at this."
She moved the crop down the body of the bound woman to her now soaking vagina. Her clitoris was deep red and visible, at at least two centimeters. She flicked it and the girl let out another wonderful scream, saliva dripping out of the side of her mouth, adjacent to her tears. Then there was the sound of rain drops and he saw the puddle underneath her dance and grow. It all suddenly became apparent to him.
"Have you ever seen a pussy so wet before? Have you ever met a girl who's so easy to pleasure? Hit her and she cums like mad. Just imagine what will happen when that throbbing cock of yours meets her dripping pussy. You'll probably drown each other in fluids."
"I want her right now," he said, demandingly.
"Oooh, he's starting to get the idea," she replied. "But not entirely. Being a Master or a Mistress isn't about how much pleasure you get, it's about all the pleasure you give to those in your command. That's not to say you can't enjoy yourself. I'm enjoying myself very much. But don't be so eager. Just don't be so greedy. She's yours after this, for everything you want. Blowjobs, handjobs, footjobs, assfucking, toys, whips, ropes, whatever you want, this little bitch will happily do for you. You can cum in her eyes, for all it matters. However, for now, this is about her as much as it's about you. When you learn that, her body is all yours. Until then, sit back and watch."
She threw the crop away and went to another table. She produced two long, thin, metal rods, sharpened to near-invisible points on either end.
