Second Chance Last Chance

Part Five

Truth to tell, the whole thing with the invitations was a bit of an anticlimax. She was left alone for all of the day on Friday and only had three of the frat boys come by Friday night. They arrived together, ate pizza, drank beer a little bit shy to be served by a naked woman, but finally got around to pretty vanilla sex and left about 11.

Saturday involved four visitors, two of them repeats from the night before. They arrived separately for a little fuck and suck and a fast exit. In all it was a pretty restful couple of days after the high anxiety of the week past. Perhaps the scene didn't meet Sir Bennett's expectations, but she had done as tasked.

At midnight Saturday she received a text. "To the dungeon now. The door will be open. Lock yourself in the cage."

Slut wasn't sure she had passed any test, but at least he was communicating. She didn't bother to dress but padded barefoot to the car. Just in case she tossed a dress and pair of sandals in the back seat along with her clutch and set off.

As promised, the door was open. As she padded down the hall she could hear the sounds of spirited sex coming from her long ago bedroom. She wished it was her in there. Maybe in time.

In the dungeon she found a single low light burning and a cage in a dark corner. The room was chilly, the air raised goose bumps, but there was nothing like a blanket around. As ordered, she locked herself in the dog crate, curled into a ball and tried to fall asleep, though the chill made for an uncomfortable night.

In the morning a different young woman, naked and looking well fucked, came in and unlocked the crate. "Need the bathroom?" Slut nodded yes, unsure if speaking was allowed. The girl locked slut's cuffs behind her and affixed a leash and led her to the john. "Be quick!" She then led her to the kitchen where the new girl sat down at the table beside Sir Bennett who was dressed in a cozy robe. There were only two chairs. Slut knelt in the corner while they dined on a full breakfast. She realized she was very hungry. Her mouth watered.

As he started a final cup of coffee he directed the slave two combine the leftovers and to put them on the floor for slut to eat. Of course her hands remained locked behind her so she had to eat doggy style smearing the remains of eggs and beans across her face.

Sir and the girl chatted easily ignoring slut until Sir Bennett finished his coffee. "Stand up, slut!" She hurried to obey, always a challenge with hands secured behind her. She had not learned slave grace yet. He tutted.

"Well the last two days were rather disappointing, but I can't say it was your fault other than making poor decisions about which men to approach. But you have obeyed every instruction to the letter. I never thought you would or could. I think you have earned more of my attention.

"You will remain here as a training slave until two days before your husband returns. I will decide then either to offer you a place here or to dismiss you outright. If I say go, you are gone forever. If you accept an offer to stay from me, it will be permanent. No going back. People will clear all of your things out of his house, you will sign the house over to your husband and present him with divorce papers on his return. There will be more, but that's the basic plan.

"Stay or go, slut?"

"Stay, Sir, please and thank you."

"April..."

"Oh that's her name," thought slut, ...how many does he have? And where would I fit in?"

"April take her downstairs again and hook her wrists to the cable and winch her arms up. Then come up and help me shower."

April did as ordered. She left slut's wrists cuffed behind her back - a bit of a surprise. April winched her arms up forcing her to bend over at the waist. It seemed to slut, that April was a bit too enthusiastic! It felt like her arms were being pulled out of sockets. Perhaps that was an exaggeration since it was her first time in such bondage. She did not know how to judge other than it hurt. Well, it is no more than how she had asked to be treated. April left slut painfully bound and switched off the light.

It might have been a short time or it might have been a couple of hours. All slut knew was that her shoulders ached terribly and her legs were shaking from the tension when she finally heard the door open.

Sir come down the stairs alone this time. He was clad in leather pants and boots but was shirtless...and looking very good!

He crouched down so she could see him and reached out brushing her cheek very gently. In a softer voice than she had heard since her first visit he said, "Valerie, you have finally been behaving as the girl I had hoped I was marrying back then. Our marriage was a great disappointment for me. You tried to 'manage' me and never let me bloom. I blame myself for not trying to take control sooner. But when I finally did, you ran. You broke my heart and I have been angry ever since.."

He moved to his chair and sat down close by and in her line of sight. "I have come into my own, now in every aspect of my life. I have punished quite a number of subs in your stead, though never in anger. I always knew they didn't deserve that, but each stroke was really directed at you.

"I hated you for a long time, perhaps because I still loved you. I don't know...too complex for me unravel. But now you are here. When you walked in I thought it was just a tasteless joke, but here you are, almost a week later, a naked slut not knowing what will happen next, but coming back begging for more.

"Fine. Over the next few days I will train you to be the slave I want. You can, of course, leave at any time. All you need do is safe word out and you will be released and sent home to your sexless marriage.

"But before that training begins I owe you pain and punishment that will make the whipping by my friend look like a tea party. You hurt me. I will hurt you.

For your protection - to keep me from going overboard - I have invited Master Alex to observe. He will be watching and listening on video and will signal me if he senses you are in danger. A good Master never punishes in anger, but I am afraid I am too close to the edge to judge my degree of control. I want to hurt you hard, but I do not want to damage you permanently.

"So, do you submit to being punished for hurting me?"

"Yes, sir. I willingly submit and hope my pain will atone for what I did."

"Do you trust Master Alex to protect you?"

"I do, and I thank him."

"Very well. This will last as long as it lasts subject to my whims. There will be breaks when I decide, but I will not be speaking to you until I am satisfied withy your punishment, nor will you speak, though screams are allowed. Last chance...shall I proceed?"

"Yes, please, please, please. I fucked up back then. I was wrong. I need this!"

He quickly rose and slapped her face. "Shut up, now!"

Leaving her suspended and bent over, he went to the table behind her and grabbed a large butt plug. He lubed her asshole not with silicon but with a lube that wold grow very hot in her ass. He shoved the plug in until it was well seated. For good measure he spread more of the hot lube over her labia even slipping a couple of coated fingers inside of her cunt.

Of course she didn't feel anything at first, but by the time he had affixed a pair of alligator clamps to her tits and added some weight to the dangling chain, the magic of chemistry was starting to have its effect effect. Valerie/slut began shifting from foot to foot as the heat rose in her private parts causing the weights to sway and twist her painfully clamped nipples. She was sweating and flushing red.

Sitting in his throne again, Sir Bennett relaxed and enjoyed the view of the squirming, suffering woman before him.

Once she became somewhat acclimated to the hear, Sir Bennett reached to his side and picked up a crop. He started slapping her dangling tits, first easy just to make them sway and tug the weight. Her sounds of discomfort amused him, but did not satisfy him. He started to hit hard and fast, ten on each boob. This wasn't play. Though he was keeping himself in control, today's session was making up for years of hurt, a broken heart and a sense of abandonment. Unhurriedly he shifted the thrashing to her sides, arms and back pausing occasionally to let the pain catch up with her. Then he would start again this time on the inside of her thighs. Soon her face was screwed up in agony and tears were streaming down her face. There were even snot bubbles accompanying the gasping sobs. She squirmed pulling her tits, twisted, wrenching her shoulders but could not hope to evade the blows. Slut couldn't tell what hurt worse, her tits or her cunt and asshole or the skin on the rest of her body.

Sir hit the quick release on the winch lock sending her crashing to her knees. A moment or so later the pins and needles in her long suspended arms and hands added a different kind of agony. But the crop pressed onto her head as a threat kept her from falling on her side.

Grabbing her leash he dragged her over to a spanking bench and strapped her down on her back clipping the cuffs to the sides. Using bench attachments he spread her legs high and wide. She was defenceless and fully exposed. He released the clamps from her tits. The blood rushing to her nipples caused a long moan of pain made worse by not being able to soothe the offended flesh with her hands.

He knelt between her legs and reattached the alligator clamps to her labia lips. He held the weighted chain high enough for her to see and watched fear illuminate her eyes. He waited...and then dropped the weight provoking a loud wail and a fresh profusion of tears.

He returned to his implement table and unscrewed the top of a water bottle. Sir took a large drink and then brought it to slut's mouth. He said nothing, of course, but the expectation was clear. She drank the rest down having not realized how thirty she was. She was grateful and wanted more. No such luck.

He walked to his chair again and sat awhile watching the effect of the tugging clamps and hot sauce become her main focus until she grew to accommodate her current level of pain. her whimpers grew softer, her breathing came closer to normal. He checked a light she could not see on the wall. It was green. Master Alex was seeing nothing of concern. There was also an orange light that meant 'back off'. There was no red light. If a complete stop was needed Alex would sound an audible alarm.

Sir picked up a short dragon tail whip. Today was less about play and more about pain and punishment and a degree of revenge. It was an unpleasant tool. Slut would not enjoy it, but he began to believe she would at least endure it. Sir knew he had to use it carefully, but he had seen Valerie adapt well to impact play at the hands of Master Alex.

He showed it to the helpless woman, held it to her lips. She kissed it and then opened her mouth as if to lick and even fellate it. Sir was impressed. She was ready for more. He wanted to build the experience so his first strike targeted her navel. Sensitive, yes, but not as much as some other parts. He timed his strokes and slowly covered her abdomen with red marks. He saw her eyes close as a soft whimper became a keening whine and her body grew tense. He increased in intensity but she took the pain. The he directed a hard stroke to her upstanding nipple causing her eyes to shoot open and a full ear deafening shriek to escape her lips. He waited for her to calm while holding the whip above the other tit. Her head violently shook 'no' and her keening took on an 'nnnnn' sound, but she said not a full word. After what seemed forever to the helpless woman he snapped a hard strike to the other nipple. Here body strained as if she felt she could break her bonds and she shrieked again.but did not beg.

He watched her come out of the pain haze and was amazed when she lifted her chest off the bench as if begging for another!

Sir was pleased. He had by now expected a safe word that had not come. Instead she was offering her punished breasts for more torment! He obliged. Sir delivered several more times slashes until her nipples sported a shade of red that surely promised bruises in the morning. As a finale to this act Sir stood over her head and delivered a hard blow to her pussy. If the bondage straps could have been broken, that would have been the moment and the cry that rocketed deafeningly around the soundproofed dungeon made him smile.

It was not a kind smile. Several more equally harsh and devastating strokes had her eyes rolling up in her head. He stopped and tossed the wicked thing away. Then he removed the cunt clamps and watched her writhe as the blood flowed back in places where it had been denied.

He gave her more water and time to rest awhile. He left her bound and went upstairs to speak with Master Alex to make sure he wasn't crossing the line. Alex offered a few comments and complimented him on slut's endurance.

When Sir came down he picked up a cane. Grabbing a foot he delivered five fast painful strokes to the sole then switched sides and delivered five more to her other foot. Slut hadn't even known this torture was possible or how much it hurt! The fresh pain brought fresh grunts and fresh tears but no word was spoken.

Sir next picked up a vibrator. It was time for pleasure. He rubbed the wand over her clit and cunt while lightly slapping tits and belly. Her breathing patterns changed again as she looked into Sir's eyes. He could tell she was aroused in spite of it all. As she neared climax he simply nodded and she exploded.

Deciding on one last act following no rest, Sir put on some rubber gloves and then picked up a bunch of leafy green stalks. He walked to slut Valerie's side and showed her. She would learn later that these plants were stinging nettles, but for now she was just wondering what fresh torment these greens would bring, thorns piercing her flesh? something like the cane Master Alex had used?

Sir began just by brushing her breasts and belly somewhat gently. Slut was surprised by the welts rising almost immediately on her tits and the bee sting pain that followed. It was like the hot sauce all over again. Sir moved down over her belly and then up and down her inner thighs for a time. Finally he brushed, stroked and then finally lightly whipped her burning cunt with the leaves. Each touch brought a fresh resensitization where she thought she could feel nothing more. The sounds from her throat weren't screams, but low moans that simply did not stop.

With that Sir was done. He draped the nettles over her cunt and belly and walked away leaving the punished slave again in the dark.

Bennett had invited both Emma and April over to witness the event on screen for he had a task for them. Both girls were naked of course and a few drops of semen on April's chin showed Master Alex had already made some use of them.

"Girls, in half an hour I want you to free Slave Valerie. Tend to her with creams, give her a nice bath...yes you can share the tub if you wish and have fun together. But be kind, not the nasty bitches I know you can be. You will get your chance in the days ahead.

"Treat the stings with cream again afterwards. Blindfold her and place her in my bed with her collar chained to my headboard. Say nothing other than "Keep the blindfold on."

I am going out for awhile with Master Alex.

When he returned two hours later, Bennett slowly disrobed and quietly walked to the bed. Valerie was snoring softly. Her nettle welts had lessened but were still there and the red stripes of the dragon tail had left her nicely marked. No doubt her skin would be sensitive for a day or so. He put some cream on his hands as he sat down beside her. She stirred but was still asleep. He began to massage her shoulders and breasts working his way down her body. He could feel her waking. She remained silent. He shifted and ran his hands down her lovely thighs and calves and finally up to her vulva. With gentleness that belied his earlier cruelty, he played with her labia and clitoris eliciting a very different kind of sound from the ones she had been vocalizing before. He felt her belly arching under his touch. Her hands clenched the sheets but made no move to touch him...or at least she thought it was him. She hoped desperately that it was him. It had been so long since she had felt his loving touch. At last she went rigid, sighed a loud sigh and came.

Sir climbed up on the bed, spread her legs and entered her with his very erect shaft. His lovemaking was gentle and forgiving and at last she lifted her arms to embrace him slowly remembering the contours of his body. His orgasm was full and strong but lacked the angry pounding of a Master's fuck. That might come another time, but this was something else. He pulled off her blindfold to find more tears.

"Thank you...Master."

"Welcome home, slave. You may stay in my bed tonight, but your training is only just beginning. You still have days of service before I decide your future. What is now different is that I hope you will succeed."

They slept.