At a point soon, the story will be switching over to Chase's story. There will be chapters of Nathaniel, and he will show up in the dungeon occasionally but as he is a Main Character, he needs a break.
Chase's story is much more strict and punishing. He is not as nice as Nathaniel.
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It was five till six when I opened the door to room five and found Madeline kneeling on the floor, her hands under her legs to keep herself from pleasuring herself. I watched her try to contain herself, practically vibrating with need.
Setting before her was a strap, a thicker and more painful cane, the set of nipple clamps from before and two vibrators. She eyed them both with such a look of lust I thought she was only seconds away from breaking.
"Hello, girl." I spoke to her. She shivered as she looked up at me, her eyes begging for me to give her release. "Are you happy to see me?"
"Oh yes, Sir." her voice was quiet. I could see she wanted to beg, to plead, to do anything I asked to be granted the release she craved.
"Have you been a good girl?" I circled her. She licked her lips, her eyes going back to the vibrators.
"Yes, Sir."
I unbuttoned my pants ans she crawled over, her hands trembling as she took my cock and started to work. I kept my lust in check, making her work for my pleasure. She doubled her efforts, trying to please me, hoping that I would grant her a word.
"What if I told you that you were allowed?" I asked, I heard her sigh and pause in licking. With a groan she shook her head. "Problem?"
"Yes, Sir. I can't until you say...say the word. Please Sir, please say it."
"Then work if you want it."
Twenty minutes later I thrust deep in her throat, spilling my release down her throat.
She lapped at my cock, trying to not give me a reason to make her wait any longer. When she was finished she sat back on her heels, her chest thrust out in front of her. "Please Sir, please."
"I said you could."
Her eyes rimmed with tears. "I can't, Sir. Not without you saying..."
I picked up the strap. "Really? I should test that."
SNAP
I laid a strike over her naked breasts. She moaned deep, thrusting her chest out for more.
"Uggghhhhhh...Sir..." she whined.
SNAP
Her eyes closed, her mouth opened, panting. She twisted on her heels trying desperately to find something to send her over the edge, but was unable. Seeing that she couldn't, she started to cry.
SNAP SNAP
As the other two strikes landed, she jerked but continued to sob, unable to get relief without my permission. I ran my fingers over her hardened nipples, one side than the other.
"Now." I said and as soon as the last letter was out of my mouth she screamed and collapsed on the ground. I watched waves of pent up tension flow through her. "Now." As the second command hit her ears, she started a fresh round of screaming.
"Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir." she repeated over and over. Slowly she got back to her hands and knees, looking at me.
"Tell me about what is going on."
"Sir, after the last few weeks, and seeing the slaves downstairs...I left here so worked up. I wanted to be a good girl, I really tried, but once I felt it too much...and I tried." she confessed, fresh tears came from her eyes. "But as much as I tried...I couldn't. Not without your permission."
I watched her after her confession. She wasn't upset that she had been trained; she was upset that she was trying to be bad. Just like before, I needed to test this.
"How do you feel now, girl?" I asked.
She smiled at me, moisture still in the bottom of her eyes. "Much better, Sir. Thank you."
"Now." I demanded and watched as her body reacted, her eyes rolling back, breath panting as another release overcame her, without any stimulation. "Good girl."
"Thank you, Sir." she purred. "Please Sir, may I please you?"
"Not right now." I told her, brushing her cheek. "I want to see more of this. How much do you want this?"
"So much, Sir. I want to do anything you ask, Sir."
"Stand. We are going to the basement." I commanded her. She started to gather her clothes, but I slapped her face. "Did I tell you to get dressed? I said stand."
She scampered back to her feet, wearing only the necklace I gave her. "I'm sorry, Sir."
"No talking. I will gag you if I have to." I told her and her gaze went down. "What should I call you? Downstairs is Useless and Worthless..and whatever Chase has named the third."
I waited to see if she would answer, but took my threat seriously. I needed to figure out a better way of communicating.
SLAP
My hand came down on her breast, causing her to moan. "What should I call you?"
Her head hung, but her voice was heard. "Master downstairs called me Princess, Sir."