The Journey

They entered through the front door He stopped, waiting.

She looked up to Him hesitantly, her voice soft, “Master?” she questioned.

He looked down her and then looked to the pegs on the wall, giving her an unspoken command.

“Aren’t we going back outside, Master,” she asked softly.

“Yes, little one, but you know the rules.”

“Well that doesn’t make any sense, Master,” she argued. “Why would I take off all my clothes and boots just to put them all back on again to go back outside?”

He arched an eyebrow at her, His eyes darkening; “need I remind you of the house rules, little one?” He countered.

Lowering her lashes, she slowly started plucking at the snaps on her shirt, “no, Master,” she answered softly. Mumbling under her breath, “still doesn’t make any sense, but who am I to question.”

“That’s right, slut, who are you to question? You are My slut, My slave. You do not question; you obey, without hesitation. My will, slut, not yours, slut. Now strip!” He spoke through clenched teeth.

Reaching out toward her, He ripped the shirt open, “apparently you think that since it is your day, you can do anything you want. That was not the bargain, slut. You will do what I want, when I want and you will not question My authority, slut. Do you hear Me?” He growled, gripping her chin in His large hand, forcing her head back so that she had no other choice but to look up at Him.

“I think I have been too lenient on you, slut. That is about to change, here and now. Now finish stripping and then upstairs. No arguments, no buts, nothing. Do you hear Me?” He continued to growl.

Gasping softly with the intensity of His glare on her, she slowly nodded, her voice barely a whisper, “yes, Master.”

Quickly she unlaced the boots, using the bootjack to wrench them off her feet, placing the boots neatly beneath the pegs. Knowing better not to dawdle any more, she wiggled out of the jeans, her hips shimmying as she did so. Again hanging the jeans on one of the pegs and the shirt on another, she slipped off the socks, tucking them into the boots. Chancing a look up to Him, her barefeet couldn’t move fast enough as she sprinted up the stairs, her body trembling.

She heard His boots heavy against the stone floors as He made His way up the stairs. His breath was heavy as He took deep, cleansing breaths trying to calm His anger some before He punished her. He didn’t believe in punishing when He was this angry. He didn’t want to hurt her in the anger, but she would remember well not to question or toe the line as she had been doing. She would either learn or she would have a perpetual red ass.

“In the shower, slut. Rinse off the dirt and clean yourself up and then into the room with the table. Now!” He growled.

Jumping with His fierce bellow, she ran into the shower, quickly washing.

After she had finished, she quickly dried herself, tiptoeing into the room. “Master?”, she whispered hesitantly.

“On the table, slut, and not another word out of you.” He growled.

She jumped up on to the table laying back against the stainless steel, arching her back tightly as her warm flesh met the icy cold hardness of the table.

Striding up to her, He strapped a blindfold around her eyes. “I don’t want to hear a sound out of you, slut, if you do, I will gag you. Understood?”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered.

After He was satisfied she was completely blindfolded; He tied her wrists and ankles, non-too gently and started flipping switches. Pulling her arms straight back above her head, her legs, splayed wide with her knees bent. And then another switch to lift the table beneath her ass, her hips tilting upward to Him, fully exposing her to His whims.

Roughly pinching and pulling against her nipples, He proceeded to attach clamps to the taut peaks, tightening them until He saw her wince. He had noticed that while He had been attaching the clamps, her back had arched tightly off the table and a small moan had escaped. She had bitten her lower lip to keep from crying out. Next He walked to the cabinet containing an assortment of toys and/or torture devices, however, one wished to look at them.

Taking a soft deer hide flogger from the cabinet, He flexed His wrist, snapping the tails of the flogger. He could see her straining to hear what He was doing. He stood very still at her feet, waiting for her to relax the tenseness from her body.

After several minutes of absolute quiet, she finally started to relax her muscles. He had been waiting for this moment, He snapped the flogger lightly against her open cunt, making her jump. Again and again, He laid the flogger against her, the lips of His cunt swelling and turning a dark pink. Stopping, He laid the flogger down, slowly running His hands along the inside of her thighs. Using His thumbs, He slowly opened the petals of His cunt, the wetness glistening, blowing lightly against her, watching as she shuddered. She hadn’t made a sound in the time He had laid the flogger against her, other than to bite hard against her lower lip.

Lightly touching against the engorged clit, He chuckled, seeing how it danced against His thumb.

“Seems you enjoy your punishment, slut,” He spoke.

Watching as a deep flush stained her chest and face, she turned her head away from Him, refusing to answer.

Gripping her chin, He growled, “I spoke to you, slut.”

Trying to jerk from His tight grip, she set her mouth. Squeezing her chin tighter, He waited.

“You told me You didn’t want to hear a sound come from me,” she responded.

“Slut, you are testing Me. You won’t win. When I speak to you, I expect an answer, not to be ignored,” He growled.

“You are hurting me,” she spoke.

“You will be in a world of hurt if your attitude doesn’t shape up in a real hurry, slut,” He spoke between clenched teeth.

Spinning on His heel, He grabbed the flogger and started laying it against the insides of her thighs. He worked His way up to His cunt and then back down. Working the flogger up and down, leaving no inch of flesh unworked. Once He was satisfied, He laid the flogger against her belly, working it up and down her belly and torso, purposely avoiding her breasts and cunt. He continued to watch her body reactions, noting how she was lifting and twisting, trying to meet the flogger. He switched arms, laying a particularly firm slap of the tails against His cunt, hearing her sharp intake of breath. He worked now between her tits and cunt, applying the tails sharply, the clamps jiggling against her red nipples, increasing her discomfort. All the while she had not made any sound, other than sharp inhales of breath. Her body was writhing, hips bucking to meet the tails of the flogger as they kissed against her now swollen and very sensitive cunt, her juices pooling and running down against her rose bud.

His cock was hard and throbbing, straining against the tight confines of His jeans seeing her splayed out to Him, her body writhing with the abuse, begging for more. He threw the flogger aside, ripping the button of His jeans loose as He pushed them to His ankles. Grabbing her thighs roughly, He plunged His thick, hard cock deep into His tight cunt in one stroke, moaning deeply as He felt her clench her muscles tightly against Him, gripping Him in a velvet vice.

He removed the clamps, replacing His fingers as He pinched and rolled her nipples, His voice deep and husky, “Whose slut are you?”

“Yours, Master,” she responded without hesitation.

“Who owns you? Who owns your body, your mind, your soul, your heart?” He questioned her.

“You, Master. You, Master. You own me, body, heart, mind and soul, Master,” she responded breathlessly, keeping the muscles of His cunt gripping and clenching, her body undulating beneath Him.

“Whose cunt is this, slut,” He growled, slapping it.

“Yours, Master,” she responded.

“Whose tits and ass are these, slut?” He again growled, mauling the quivering mounds.

“Yours, Master…Yours,” she breathed.

“Who do you want to fuck this cunt, slut?” He growled, ramming deeply inside her, His fingers pulling and twisting harshly against the hard nipples.

“You, Master. Only You, Master…forever, Master,” she cried.

“Say it, slut. Tell Me how much You want My cock fucking you. Scream it, slut!” He growled.

“You, Master…. Fuck me, Master. Please, fuck me, Master,” she screamed, her body bucking and writhing.

He roared, hearing her, His hot cum flooding His cunt, His cock jerking with each spasm, sending His cum deep within her womb.

“Don’t cum, slut. Don’t you dare cum,” He growled.

Whimpering, her body lifting and bucking, feeling the fiery flood of His cum shoot deep within her, she bit her lip, trying maintain a tight grip of control over her body, not wanting to disappoint Him again.

Slowly He slid from the tight, hot confines of His cunt, watching as she lifted her hips to Him, fucking the air, hearing her whimper as He withdrew from her.

“Don’t cum, slut,” He warned her.

Whimpering, she pleaded pitifully with Him, “please, Master. Please let me cum, Master. I’m sorry. I’ll be good. Please, Master…don’t leave me like this, Master. Please let me cum, Master….pleasseeeeeeeee,” she begged.

Taking up the flogger again, He started to apply it once again to His cunt, watching as she bucked frantically, lifting her hips to meet the stinging tails. He stopped all at once, she whimpered, her body writhing out of control.

Reaching beneath the table, He brought out two dildos attached to monitoring devices, plunging the first one deep into His cunt. She gasped, feeling the thickness fill her tightness. Lubing the second, He plunged a small dildo deep within her ass, not stopping to work it into the tightness. He body arched, feeling her rose bud stretched. Turning the dildos on, they slowly started moving in and out of her tight orifices. He adjusted the monitoring devices to stop the movement when her body was just at the point of orgasm. Satisfied that the devices were working their magic on her, He stepped up to her, listening to her whimpers as the dildos fucked His ass and cunt.

He removed the blindfold, tweaking her nipples as she adjusted her vision. He then attached vibrating nipple clamps to the red nipples, watching as she arched her back tightly.

“Master, please,” she whined.

“You will stay on this table and think about your behavior, slut,” He spoke.

“The dildos are monitored so that they will stop automatically when you are just about to orgasm, I have set them on a timer so that they will start again after 20 seconds. I am going to keep you at the edge of orgasm, slut. The nipple clamps will keep My nipples stimulated and add to your agony. You will learn, slut, to behave properly, as you know you should.” He continued.

“Please, Master…I can’t take it anymore. Please let me cum, please, Master,” she begged, her body writhing, fucking against the dildos, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

“You will, slut, you will take it all and more because it pleases Me, slut. My will, not yours, slut,” He spoke harshly.

Dropping her head back in defeat, her body constantly bucking, squirming and arching, her voice hoarse as she responded softly, “yes, Master.”

“Good girl,” He spoke softly, brushing the hair from her face.

“I’m going to leave you here. I won’t be far, but I will be watching, slut. Take it for Me. Take it for your Master, little one.”

Nodding her head slightly, she whispered, “yes, Master.”

Before leaving, He turned the vibrating function on, causing the dildos to start humming loudly as they plunged in and out of her. She moaned deeply, the sound ripping from deep in her belly as the new sensations added to her torment.

He walked out of the room without looking back. He could feel her eyes on Him, could feel their torment and pleading. Whimpering loudly, she looked up at the ceiling, gasping as she saw the mirrors, adding to her humiliation, watching as her body undulated, fucking against the dildos. She didn’t recognize herself, her hair was a mess, her cunt was red, the lips swollen.

“His cunt,” her subconscious corrected.

“His cunt,” she whispered.

He had settled into His office, kicking back in a black leather office chair. The row of monitoring displays showing the different parts of the house. His focus was on the monitor showing her continuing to squirm against the table. He lit a cigarette, taking a long drag, exhaling slowly as He watched her torment. He chuckled softly as He watched, her face grimacing as she neared orgasm, her hands pulling tightly against the restraints as she struggled, her scream of frustration as the dildos halted, only to begin again once her body had relaxed slightly.

He let her torment continue over the next 30-45 minutes, watching her, sipping against the stiff drink He had mixed. Seeing her body become more and more fatigued He finally called a halt to the torment.

She didn’t hear the sharp staccato of His boots against the floor as He entered. She was too caught up in the other world that He had taken her too. She did, however, feel the absence of the dildos, her eyes opening, trying to focus as she felt them slide from her body. Her breath was shallow, whimpering with each breath, her dark eyes a dark midnight blue. Removing the vibrating clamps from her nipples, He gently massaged them, feeling her body arch beneath His touch. Moving down to her splayed thighs, He touched lightly against her thighs, slowly stroking, avoiding His cunt. She watched Him, keeping silent, her whimpers still soft inside her now raw throat.

Taking the small hand held sprayer; He proceeded to gently wash His cunt, removing His cum and her nectar that had mingled together. Whimpering softly as she felt the warm spray of water against her over sensitized flesh, she looked up at Him, holding Him in her gaze as He washed her. He looked up to her, noting her obvious change in disposition, the look of tranquility on her face, even though she had yet been allowed to orgasm.

“She is learning and feeling what it is to be My slave,” He thought to Himself.

Flipping switches to bring her legs and arms back to a more natural position; He carefully released the bindings. No words had been spoken up to this point. His touch was gentle as He massaged each ankle and wrist, noting the red welts from her pulling against the leather. He continued His soft, soothing touch against her, slowly calming her. Her breathless whimpers fading, her breathing coming more normal and less labored.

He took her hands within His, pulling her up to a sitting position. Sliding His arms beneath her legs, He lifted her against Him, pressing her close to His chest as He carried her to the sitting room.

Settling her against a mound of pillows on the floor, He spoke softly, “relax here, little one. I’m just going to get you some water.”

Slowly she picked her head up, her eyes trying to focus on Him, voice hoarse as she whispered, “yes, Master.”

He returned in a few minutes, carrying a tray with fresh fruit and iced water with a wedge of lemon. Setting the tray down on a small table next to her, He lifted her head and helped her sip against the water, tipping the glass back when she tried to gulp it down.

“Not too much all at once, little one. Just sips for now.” He spoke softly.

She looked up to Him, nodded, “yes, Master,” she whispered softly.

He set the glass back to the small tray once she had had her fill, quenching her thirst. He lifted a small piece of fruit from the plate, going to feed her, but noticed her eyes closed, her breath even as she drifted off to sleep. He popped the piece of fruit into His mouth instead, laying down with her, nuzzling her into His arms, softly petting her as she drifted into a deeper, healing sleep. He continued to watch her sleep peacefully, His fingers softly stroking against her silky flesh until He felt His own eyes become heavy.

Lying back against the pillows, He nestled her more tightly against Him, brushing His lips against her forehead, whispering softly, “My sweet little one.”

He felt her snuggle closer to Him, hearing, “Master…..,” in her soft little girl voice, bringing a smile to His face, before He too drifted off to sleep.

coming soon: Chapter 9 - a work still in progress