The bound and duct taped erin, after many climaxes...her tits and ass flogged until they are a very bright red color...is led into the bathroom. Her eyes are wide... Master has stripped her of her corset and stockings... He keeps the clamps on her tits and the ball gag around her head... the pain of the nipple clamps is just a slight sensation after the flogging. She hates the nakedness... the emotional nakedness and the physical nakedness... please turn off the lights, Master... please. Tears well in her eyes as she wonders how much more, Master... how much more.
Her Master stands her in the middle of the harshly lit bathroom... the mirror reflecting what she doesn't wish to see... what she doesn't want any one to see. Through her tears, she watches Master strip off what remained of His clothing ... his cock half erect...His gaze relentlessly on her... His jaw set... but silent.
He retrieves the ball gag from her mouth. She cums and moans...her mouth opens to release it. She silently begs... please, Master, please let me serve You, Master... please.
Tears fall as she pleads to Him... to let her feel His cock in her mouth... to let her suck Him to His full erection... to let her hear His voice in her ears, feel His hand grab her hair and force His cock into her mouth, her throat... telling her that she is His...
He taunts her with these words...
"erin... this is no great service. You think that taking My cock in your mouth makes you Mine? You think that having Me force your service like this..."
He says as He points suddenly to the floor for her to kneel (a silent "do it now, girl") as He takes a handful of her hair, guiding His His half erect cock into her mouth.
"you think this is what you should be."
As He pushes His cock in and out of her mouth, sometimes and unexpectedly down her throat so that she almost gags, His eyes are hard on her...
"Look at me, girl...look in my eyes." she looks up... no longer being able to gauge the force or destination of His strokes... she gives up control of her mouth and throat to Him... she is pure receptacle as she looks in His eyes.
But in her submission, she feels nothing of Him... no further erection... just His hard eyes on her... not angry, but anger lurks as His strokes in and out continue in random pattern. Her mind is confused... Master has always responded to her service...
"You have no control, erin. this is the final control that you believe you have...to make me hard..."
Master pulls her head back hard with the hand that holds her hair... His cock out of her mouth... and flaccid, in front of her face.
"But you don't, girl. You have no control of Me, slave... none of you have control of Me," He says in a low, ominous tone, almost a whisper, "I am the Master."
He bends over to whisper in her ear, pulling her hair so that she is half kneeling to meet His lips at her ear...
"And you, my slave... you are Mine. I own you... I control you... you control nothing. You are nothing but my slut, My slave, My property... and My pleasure. Aren't you?" His lowered voice trimmed with a gentle viciousness. He pulls her head back further... so far back that it is hard to breathe. "Tell Master, girl... that you are Mine."
Her clit is electric... her pussy is wetter than she have ever felt it before... all of the after-sting of the flogging on her back, the heat of the caning on her ass, the clamps and the pins that pinched her tits... that dry spot on the back of her violated throat from the drop of pre-cum that she captured... the buzzing in her pussy...
"Yes, Master, " she barely breathes..."i am Yours."
"And you know who takes care of You best, slave... don't you?" He says in the voice dressed in bloody velvet...
"Yes, Master..." returns the weak little voice from somewhere within..."Only You."
With hardly a moment to receive these faint words, Master grabs her arm. He spins her around and she feels the leather straps of her wrist cuffs snapped together with a padlock after He pulls her arms back uncomfortably tight and crossed.
Her mind is confused and dazed... her body is beaten... flogged, tormented by clamps and clothespins, slapped... but unused... she has lost any power with Master... she fails to even excite Him. The reality of that... the pain of her hair pulled directing her movement... the pain of the whipping is nothing compared to the loss of His desire for her... she had everything if only that remained... her soul is too empty to cry...
In the same deft move of His to bring her to her feet, Master opens the shower door, turns on the water and adjusts it to a hard, driving pulse from the showerhead. He guides His slave toward the door indicating that she should enter. Without the balance that free arms offer, she steps into the shower and half falls into the tiled wall... the cold tiles a sharp contract to the heat from her skin...
Master steps in behind her...
