Moksh's P.O.V~
"Wh-what are you doing?" She barged in after banging on my door for five minutes straight. I had to let her. I know her temper.
It's been two days since our settlement, but she didn't even dare to look at me. But today, --she's stepping up! But why today?
She told me she'll use me! Was she serious? Why won't she, after all, she bought me for that?
I feel my heart popping as she strides close to me. My feet seem to lose ground and my conscience is anxious because of her eyes.
"Shut up! Or it'll be very severe for you!" She shoves me down on the bed and straddles me, cuffing my hands as she places something beside me on the table.
I struggle to contradict her, but I'm not in a position to deny her for longer than a few minutes.
Her eyes, never diminish! She looks vicious, as always, as she clenches her jaw.
"Wh--what is it? What are you doing?" I have no clue what is she doing! What is that thing? I compete with the cuffs around my wrists as she clasps my arms on the headboard.
"Do you know anything about BDSM? --- I'm certain you don't?" She grins, unbuttoning my shirt. What is wrong with her?
"BDSM comes with pain. And -- according to me, only the traumatized can love such pain. Now,--- I want to know what kind are you! The one who loves causing pain or the one who loves receiving it."
"W-what are you, what are you doing, stop?" Her dominant hold on my neck, my knotted hands, and her squatting on my abdomen are narrowing me from moving in any direction.
What kind of play is this?
"You know what this is? It's called a ball gag. I picked the small size for you, since, you're probably new to this. You are! Right?" Her evil grin is referring to me as a slut, as well as her actions.
I want to speak, but I'm soon tied to do that as well!
She ties the ball gag to my mouth and smirks in pride.
What the hell is this thing? I muffle, seeking to talk, as she slaps me shut! "Don't try to speak unless you want to drool and turn me into something, you won't like."
"You see, this thing --- is used for whores like you, so you can't speak but only make noises. Fun, isn't it?"
She leans close to my face, radiating, reminding me of my place. "You better learn these things to entertain me! Thirty minutes!"
"Stay like this for thirty minutes! From now -- your training starts!"
"Don't worry --- I'll remain here until thirty minutes are over!" And she did what she said, with her book in her hand, reading as if nothing is happening.
She jerked me down on my knees under her table as she works on her laptop. I'm told to sit on my knees with my hands resting on them.
I was striding toward the laundry room when she called me in. I remember the day when she tied my hands and gagged my mouth.
The panic of that day remains intact in my mind and today, this?
She glances at me with her same intense eyes and suddenly stomps my crotch with her feet, causing my wails. "Keep it quiet! I do not want any noise out of your mouth!"
Her small and swift circles on my clothed crotch, as I'm not obliged to even make a noise, is a new practice for me.
Her legs are wide open, unmasking her red panty. And she stomps on me roughly when I make a noise. "I-m, ---I'm sorry!" I moan out!"
Hmmm, I think we're making progress! You're learning how to say sorry!" I am embarrassed away, as she smirks at my face.
Why do I not hate it? I loathed the previous session, but this, this is strange! And all I do is, --- I watch her work from under the table, trying to stifle my noises.