Brittany sucked in through gritted teeth, finding herself draped over Lance's lap and facing down at the floor while he applied the cold ointment to her rear. Pain now radiated from her sore bottom, and her asshole was quickly becoming tender as well from the constant stretching of the plug. Her pussy throbbed, though less from the pain the paddle had caused and more from the fires of lust. She now wondered when Lance would truly solidify this whore name he had bestowed on her and thrust his dick deep inside of her. Her mind no longer thinking about secret doors, lock combinations, or anything of the sort. Only burning with anticipation of when she could finally feel his fat cock open her up.
"Steady now, whore," he said. "I'm almost finished", delicately tracing his hand over the sensual curves of her rear while rubbing the first aid cream into her bruised and slightly broken skin. Lance couldn't help but admire his work, deep purple and black marks ran all across Brittany's peach of a bottom. The tiniest of blood droplets forming in some of their centers, her skin taken just to its limit but not pushed to the point of serious injury. It was as perfect as a finely cooked steak, which reminded Lance the juicy rib-eye he'd just taken out upstairs had probably achieved room temperature by now. Massaging the last bit of salve into her flesh he gave her a light pat on the rear, which resulted in a noticeable wince from Brittany due to the sensitive state of her bottom. "Okay, whore, get down and go wash yourself off if need be. It's getting late and we both need to eat before bed."
Reaching over she picked up a mostly empty bottle of Gatorade off the floor and drank the rest of its contents before proceeding to crawl toward the bathroom. Lance once again stopped to admire the intricate patterns of blemishes that now coated her ass, the pink sparkle of Brittany's butt plug popping out the middle of a vast sea of bruises and welts. Lance wiped his hands off on one of the towels from the cabinet and proceeded to walk toward the dungeon exit, "There is a panel just above the light switch that will allow you to exit the bath area when you are finished, whore," he explained.
"Yes sir," she replied. No longer concerned with means of escape, the reality she enjoyed her confinement now fully enveloping her.
"I will arrive back down in exactly seventeen minutes. When you emerge from that bathroom I expect you to crawl back over by the center cabinet and present yourself, whether you are finished before or after I arrive back. Is that understood, whore?" came the stern proclamation.
Brittany bit her lip in excitement. She was viciously sore, immensely tired, mentally exhausted, and barely able to move but she was burning with desire to feel Lance inside of her. She had never felt a boiling lust for a man like she felt for him in this moment, she wanted to be fucked by him any way he commanded. He could humiliate and punish her all he wanted, he could fuck her until she was broken and continue to fuck whatever pieces of her were left. She was Lance's now and all she cared about was pleasing him and finding all the dirty ways he could own her.
"Yes sir," she chirped. "When I'm done washing my whore body I will go over to the center and present myself, even if you are not here" overcome with lust as her chest heaved up and down. Lance smiled at her enthusiasm, watching Brittany succumb to the darkness of her fantasies was quite the turn on. He hated going so long without fucking her pretty pussy, but he was satisfied he had made the correct decision as he watched her trembling with arousal.
"Oh," he stopped before leaving. "I know you probably won't be able to help touching that slutty little cunt of yours, but don't you dare cum." Brittany froze as she placed her hand on the tile floor of the restroom, just ready to enter inside of it. The thought had crossed her mind of playing with herself while she had a chance, her aching vagina had reached cosmic levels of arousal and was crying out for relief. Ideally in the form of Lance's fat, throbbing cock, but her fingers would be preferable to nothing. To now be told no such relief would come unless Lance allowed it further drove home the point he had been making since she arrived.
Anything that happened to Brittany's body now, anything, was no longer up to her. What she ate, what she wore, where she slept, when she got to cum. All of it was Lance's decision from here on out, and all thinking about that did was cause the poor girl's loins to burn hotter. The thought of disobeying him never even once crossed her mind, if her Master said she wasn't allowed to cum yet than she wasn't allowed to cum yet. "Yes Sir" she replied, reaching forward with her other hand and crawling into the bathroom. When the door shut behind her Lance smiled, satisfied with his work thus far, and pressed on the wall next to him. When the doorway opened he walked through it and exited the room.
Lance had a high quality tomahawk rib-eye he had purchased from the butcher on the way home from his meeting, a bit of a heavy meal before bed to be sure but he felt both him and his slave had earned the top dollar piece of meat. Walking through his basement, Lance ascended the steps and opened the door to his living room, then headed to the kitchen with a laser like focus on the thick seasoned steak sitting on his counter top. With his oven prepped for him to begin the reverse searing, Lance placed the cut of meat inside. He set an alarm on his phone for forty five minutes from now and went to his refrigerator to get the rest of the meal's ingredients.
For the next several minutes Lance stood there boiling potatoes and preparing other items for him and Brittney's meal. While he worked, his phone began to buzz on the counter, dropping the vegetables on the cutting board in front of him he wiped his hands on a towel and picked it up. There was a text on his phone, "Bailey's 4pm" was all it read from a contact simply called C, Lance set the phone and began bubbling with anxiety much like the water bubbled in the pot on his stove. He knew a surprise meeting with Carmine was rarely a good thing.
Brittany wiped her body and face down with a damp towel and added it to the mountain that had begun to grow in the corner of the bathroom. Adrenaline still pumping through her faster than her brain could process, she felt so alive. Her pussy was absolutely soaked, well passed the point that drying herself off would help as she would only find her body dripping with lust a few seconds later. She gazed into the mirror at her naked form, turning around to examine her rear, Brittany was aghast at the sight reflecting back at her.
Her bottom had been paddled even more severely than she imagined, her tan flesh could barely be made out through the expansive sea of broken and bruised skin. She had felt the soreness with each step she took, but she hardly thought it was this bad. Brittany had bled very slightly in some spots but the skin cracks were no bigger than speckled dots, they seemed to have quickly dried and now sat coated in the ointment Lance had applied to her. She shuddered to think how sitting down right now would feel especially with the toy that was plugged into her anus, which Brittany pulled her tender cheeks apart to investigate. As someone who had an appreciation for all manner of jewels, she had to admit the little pink stud looked kind of cute. The sensation of walking around with something inserted inside of her hadn't become familiar quite yet, but at least she could admit the accessory looked good.
