"I am yours Mistress." McKenna said.
"Louder." The cool voice behind her commanded. It was accompanied with the sharp 'THWACK' of a whip and a harsh sting on McKenna's bare ass turning red from the abuse.
After the whimper of pain McKenna was able to eek out: "I'm yours Mistress!"
"Damn right you are." The voice behind her said. McKenna shivered. She felt the cold touch of latex gloves smoothly running against her bare backside, then moving up and tracing her spread legs, each leg in a thigh high black boot, her only article of clothing, forced apart by a spreader bar locked into anklets. Her arms were hoisted above and behind her in a binder that connected to the ceiling, forcing her breasts and erect nipples out in front of her. The leather collar around her neck connected to the binder. All together she was forcibly bent over, helpless, and unable to do anything even if she wanted to.
"I own you bitch," The voice said, "You're my slave. I can do whatever I want to you. Do you understand?" The voice was accented with another 'THWACK', sharp pain, and involuntary scream from McKenna's lips.
"Yes Mistress!" McKenna screamed. "Please do what you want. Anything you want with me, Mistress!"
McKenna's every sense was heightened, she heard each deep clicking of Mistress's high heels as she heard the voice circling her bound and helpless body. "Are you sure?" Mistress asked, stepping into McKenna's view.
Mistress was a tall brunette, her hair in a ponytail down to the small of her back. She wore thick black eyeliner, red latex elbow gloves with a matching colored corset and latex thigh high boots. She was looking down at McKenna with a chilling smile.
"Remind me of our arrangement." Mistress commanded with a smirk, her whip coiled threateningly.
McKenna held back the shock of drool that came with simply seeing her Mistress. McKenna's lust was becoming unfathomable, she could feel her breath quicken and her pussy moisten even further. What game was Mistress playing? McKenna needed her, and she needed her now. "You own me Mistress! You can do whatever you want with me and I can't resist! My body is yours, my words are yours, my mind is yours. I don't have rights, I don't have anything, I'm just- yours!"
Mistress cracked her whip, skillfully striking McKenna's ass while standing there in front of her. McKenna cried out with the pain, the good pain.
"And what are you?" Mistress asked.
"A slave Mistress!" McKenna screamed.
Mistress smiled. "That's right. And as you detailed so perfectly, you have no rights. I can take away whatever I want from you. Like your voice." McKenna's eyes grew wide as Mistress walked over and slipped something the size of a large golf ball into McKenna's mouth and then promptly slapped some thematically red duct tape over her mouth. McKenna's jaw was creaked open and she was forced to keep the ball in place with her tongue to keep it from slipping back. The saliva began pooling up immediately.
"Mmmm!" McKenna protested, her eyes wide.
"Quiet!" Mistress demanded, striking McKenna's ass with a latex gloved palm. "By being my slave you give up the right to complain too." Mistress turned around and with a couple heeled steps put the whip back on the rack, she started fiddling with something else, her back still facing the gagged McKenna. "You're very loving. It's clear that you're head over heels for me. But it's also equally clear that you still have something to learn about respect." Mistress turned around, a red dildo strapped onto her pelvic region. "I think it's time I truly truly show you what it means to own you."
McKenna's eyes grew even wider. "Mm!" She cried with urgency. "Mm! Mm! Mmph!!" She began wriggling in her restraints to no avail, her arm binder, collar, and spreader bar rendering her immobile. She shook her head in a clear begging of 'NO'. McKenna needed Mistress inside of her, but she knew that when Mistress put on the strapon, she wasn't in the mood to pick the 'nice' hole to play with.
Mistress laughed as she circled around outside of McKenna's view. "You pretend to be obedient until the very second my pleasure comes into play." McKenna squealed through the gag as she felt the latex gloves grip and spread her ass cheeks. "Fuck you."
And so she did. The long, high-pitched, gagged squeals of pain and pleasure coming out of McKenna as Mistress slid inch after inch of lube-coated strapon into her slave's anus were so passionate that it made Mistress herself moan too. That was the funny thing about BDSM, just the pure acts of domination and submission were enough to bring both women's lust to an ever-rising peak.
"
God
, yes. Scream for me bitch." Mistress slapped McKenna's ass, and so McKenna obliged.
With her asshole being stretched out and ravaged, the pain of penetration, and the sound of her Mistress moaning while inside of her, it wasn't long before McKenna's pussy was dripping onto the floor. Her whole body shook with each increasingly faster and more forceful thrust, her wrists which were almost numb from being suspended for so long still struggled desperately, both from the primitive desire to escape her immobility and the involuntary muscle contractions that came with getting fucked. The collar around her neck felt like it was tightening, where really her neck was just spasming from the hyperventilation. And her long legs, sheathed in thigh-high boots, lifted up onto her tippy-toes along with each thrust of Mistress's cock.
McKenna felt her entire body begin to vibrate. Tingles turned into something more. She started entering subspace. The ecstasy of the submission was taking over. Long, deep, loud moans escaped from behind her gagged mouth.
"Mmmmmm. MmmmMMM. MMMMMM!! MM! MM! MM!"
By the end of it she sounded like a caged animal, which wasn't so far from the truth.
She wasn't even human, she wasn't even a caged animal, she was nothing. But, no, she
