Here's the next installment. As always, your thoughts on this writing are eagerly awaited.
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I woke the next morning a bit groggy until I realized Emily was still there, securely tied to the four corners of the bed and still sleeping soundly. What a vision she was. Her hair, normally brushed to a long silky shine, was one big knot. What little makeup she had been wearing was smeared and streaked and there were some nasty looking bruises at either side of her pussy. I guess I was rougher than I thought. From the marks, it was pretty obvious I had created these when I took hold of her to fuck her ass. Remembering that scene started to work my cock back to life.
It was time to consider how to best use and abuse my newest slave. I certainly had some ideas but I was really wondering how far I could push her into submitting to the most humiliating acts I could imagine. I was not going to be satisfied with her body alone. I needed to break her spirit. The question was how and how fast I could accomplish this goal. You'll note, I never doubted that the goal could be accomplished.
It was right about then that two things happened. First, Emily started to stir. She wiggled a bit until she realized she was bound. Her eyes opened and examined these bounds and then a light of recognition seemed to ascend into her consciousness. She slowly turned and when see saw me a huge smile took hold and with as much enthusiasm as I could have hoped for, she said, "Thank you Master."
"You're welcome slave, but don't be thanking me too soon. I've only just begun your training and you haven't the slightest hint how much more I will demand of you. You will be completely mine. Your body and soul will be mine. Your spirit will be totally consumed for my pleasure. And, when you fail me, as I know you will, I will punish you viciously. Then we'll see just how much you feel like thanking me."
This little speech was delivered with the coldest smile I could conjure. I wanted to set the fear of God in her. More exactly, I wanted to set the fear of me in her. I succeeded. Goosebumps rose on her flesh as a shiver of fear visibly coursed through her body. A tear started to collect at the corners of each eye and the tension built until the slack in the ropes was drawn taut.
She remembered my admonitions from the previous night.
"May I speak Master?" Her voice quivered as she asked to be heard.
"It depends on what you have to say. From now on you best take care to please me with everything you say and do or you will suffer the consequences." I needed to keep the tone menacing and, truth be told, I was enjoying this immensely. "Now, do you think you have something worth saying."
She hesitated, gulped down her fear and with the same tremor in her voice she said, "Yes Master."
"Then speak."
She hesitated once again. It was obvious she was trying to find some measure of courage before she ventured out on this path. I actually thought she was going to beg me to release her. There was so much fear showing through I was becoming certain she knew I was going to be displeased. What she finally said amazed me.
"Master, I want to please you. I want you to have my heart and soul. I can't explain why but I know I would be lost if it weren't for you. I swear to you I will never deny you. Any demand you have will be satisfied even if I have to die trying. Please do what ever you want with me. Punish me if you are displeased. I saw how you punished Nan. I know what I'm asking for. I swear I will do my best to avoid that. But, if I fail I will take what ever you feel is just. And Master, when you are ready I will be honored to have your baby."
I had forgotten that little bombshell. I wasn't even sure I meant it. I think I was just testing to see what reaction I would get.
"And what about your mother and sister. Will you be ready to help me take them?"
Now there was no hesitation. "Yes Master. Just tell me what to do and I will help you take both of them and anyone else you want."
I put on my best skeptical look and said, with as much menace as I could muster, "Bullshit. I don't believe you're ready. That whole speech tells me you still have way too much spirit. You think you can please me but you haven't a clue."
"I swear Master, I would die for you if that's what you wanted. Test me if you don't believe me."
Well, that was an idea. For a second, I actually thought about freeing one of her hands and giving her a knife with instructions to plunge it into her heart and then I actually wondered if she might really do it. I really wasn't convinced but the passion with which she delivered her little speech left just a slight doubt in my mind. No, that test was going too far too fast. I needed something else; something slightly less dramatic but something that would leave her feeling like an abused animal rather that the human being she had been just a day earlier. That's when I remembered I needed to piss.
"Fine, you want to be tested let's see just how ready you are." I untied her quickly, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her into the bathroom. I have to give her credit; she didn't flinch at the abuse to her scalp.
"You need to piss, don't you?"
"Yes Master" was the simple response.
"Well hold it. From now on you are my toilet. Sit on the bowl and open that slut mouth of yours." That got her to flinch just a bit but she did as instructed.
I stepped in front of her, took my cock in my hand and said, "Don't swallow. I want to see my pissing running down your slut body." I let loose and as the hot stream hit her tongue her eyes bugged out and her hands shot down and grabbed the side of the toilet as if I might blow her off the bowl with the force of it.
My bladder was full and her mouth was small. It didn't take a second or two before my piss was running down over her tits and stomach. It funneled down between her legs and started to trickle into the bowl. So far, so good. She held firm.
As I finally started to taper off I grabbed her chin, tilted her head back to capture what was left in her mouth and said, "Swallow cunt!" With a grimace, she did just that and immediately began to fight back the urge to retch. Once again, I was pleasantly surprised. She held it down and actually gave me a little smile. She needed more.
I grabbed a cup from the sink, hand it to her and told her to fill it. She knew what was coming and showed the first sings of hesitation since her proclamation. She eased herself up from the bowl, placed the cup before her cunt and seemed to have to seriously concentrate before the flow started. Even after it overflowed, she held it there until she was done.
"Now, drink it bitch." Again, she hesitated but she slowly raised the cup to her lips. I think she was hoping I was going to stop her at the last second and when she realized I was going to let this happen I guess she figured she would make it as good as she could. She slowly, and as sensuously as she could, tipped the cup and slowly drank every last drop.