Hopeless took as many cocks as Master demanded over the next two months, still always in the belt. She was starting to get excited when she walked up the stairs and seeing the men. As soon as she was released, she quickly knelt and could feel her cunt on fire, begging for the first word.
This time she made it through all the men with no word. She was desperate, but unless she was commanded, it would not come. She was quietly sobbing as Master led her back to her cell. Because of her belt, she was unable to try and relieve her throbbing cunt, not only would Master punish her severely, she felt he would let him down, but her cunt was on fire.
She lay on her mat, she didn't know how, but she thought days had passed. Master had not come for her, but others. Knowing they were going somewhere, being given pleasure depressed her. Her sobs had quieted, but constantly consumed her.
Finally Master came to her cell, but had no leash. He looked at her crying, wrapped up within herself. He smiled down at her, seeing her nearly broken. A dose of severe pleasure would cement in her that he was kind, gentle and generous. She would forget all the longing and desire she felt as she submitted to his will, and after that, even if he turned her away, she would come back. She would have to have it. She would be his pleasure slut.
"Up!" Master commanded and Hopeless complied, tears running down her cheeks. "How is my pleasure slave doing? Enjoying the treatment?"
"Yes, Master." Hopeless answered, even though she didn't feel it. She heard him chuckle.
"Very well." he turned to leave. Hearing Hopeless open her mouth to protest, he paused. A minute passed, then two. "If you must speak, speak now."
"I'm sorry, Master." she started, her voice under for her collar. "I enjoy being here, and being yours...but I am very frustrated." she admitted.
"Better, slave." he told her. "I want to see how your technique has improved. Service."
Hopeless crawled forward and waited to be presented with her Master's cock. He kept her kneeling there for as long as she made him wait for an answer before presenting his to her.
Her work started, and he could already feel the improvement she had made from practice. She started slow and built up my pleasure until he gave her the reward.
Reaching down, Master bound her hands and put them over her head. "I am reasonably pleased. I see you have made some improvement, but more is needed."
"Yes, Master." she said, disappointment clear in her voice as she thought she would be denied and released.
He leaned down and ran his tongue over her breasts and nipples, hearing her moan louder at the touch. Fingers explored her, pinching where he could, smacking in other places.
"I have no major reason to be disappointed. You have done what I asked with no pause, performed well in the tasks. Only a cruel Master would deny a slave a single release after such service. Do you consider me cruel?"
"No, Master." she answered as he continued to tease her. Master licked her nipples again before biting them. "Oh, Master. Thank you."
"That's Right, Hopeless, moan."
