Ahh, I see you are enjoying yourself. Good!" he said with a twinkling eye. "What is your name?
"P-Peggy,"she said, struggling to find her voice.
"And what is your name?" she ventured, still in the afterglow of her sudden orgasm. As she was new to all this, Peggy did not realize her mistake. The man, who had seemed fairly gentle until now, reached out, at first cupping both her breasts, then without warning, pinched both her nipples at once, causing Peggy to cry out!
Without releasing her nipples, Peggy's new Master, for that's what he was becoming to her, said "Peggy, you must learn something, and learn it now! You will speak when I ask you to speak, and only then. Since I can tell that you are untrained, I will be lenient this once! To answer your question, though, my name is Tom, but you will call me "Sir." Any failure to do so will result in punishment for your insolence. Do you understand?"
Peggy was in a fog, barely able to concentrate on his words because of the intense sensations he was causing in her nipples. It was like a fire, burning through a wall of pain, into a new room of pleasure! As she squirmed, one part of her wanting him to stop, yet another, stronger part of her, knowing that this pleasure would rule her from now on, she nodded her head up and down, and said "y-yes Sir."
"Very good," he said releasing her nipples, which caused Peggy mixed emotions. There was a sense of release, and yet there was a longing in her for the sensations to return.
"From this time forward you will belong to me. I see from your ring that you are married, but that will not matter. You will resume your ordinary life, but you will be mine. When I call, you will come, no matter what the circumstances. You will do as I say. You will mention nothing of this life to anyone. From this point on, you are a Slave. If you do not wish this to be so, you have this one chance to be released, and it will be as if nothing had happened."
With that he resumed his torturing pinch of her nipples, and as Peggy sagged against her restraints, moaning, lost in a world where pain became intense pleasure, he leaned forward, now whispering into her ear, asking her " Pretty Peggy, are you mine?"
Peggy's mind was a blur. How could she say yes to something so wildly different from anything she had ever known? How could she say no to this stranger who held her in his power, promising her untold pleasure that she was now sure she needed, and would never again be happy without! As she struggled with her feelings, he increased the pressure on her nipples, and said "Peggy you must choose, and you must tell me now, are you mine?"
Peggy could not take the extreme ecstasy she was feeling, and in spite of her husband, her upbringing, and her disbelief that all this could be real, she heard herself saying very plaintively, "y-yes, I mean yes Sir, I am yours."