I lay sobbing on the bench, my body in extreme pain yet my cunt feeling so needy. I gaze over at him, anger still part of my thoughts, yet confused at the same time.
Why am I reacting the way I am? How can he cause so much pain, yet at the same time make me want to cum?
As I slowly begin to calm down, He approaches me. He begins to release my bonds, grabs my hair and pulls me off the bench dragging me back to the cell. With a push, I am thrown back on the slab, he grabs my ankle and replaces the cuff with a click.
'Give me your wrists bitch!' I gaze up at him terrified holding my wrists out towards him. Suddenly I find my wrists locked to hooks on the steel collar around my neck.
'There, that will prevent you from touching yourself. You will only orgasm when I allow it, and will be punished if you ever orgasm without permission. You must earn every single bit of pleasure you receive as my slave. And until you have learned your lessons, you get no pleasure.' He pulls the clamps off my tits, bringing forth a primal scream from my throat. I roll around on the slab, pressing my nipples against the hard surface in an effort to ease the pain. With a maniacal laugh, he walks out of the cell slamming the door shut with a click. Once again, I am bathed in darkness and absolute silence. My body is one huge mass of pain, my mind on the verge of breaking. I finally fall into an exhausted sleep, dreams of pain and pleasure invade my slumber.
Suddenly, the cell is flooded with light and loud noise, I jump up from a sound sleep in shock. I look around trying to figure out where the noise is coming from and see nothing. It is not music...at least not any I am familiar with...more of an annoying sound. With my hands hooked to my collar, I am unable to cover my hears from the sound, and just when I think I will go crazy from the bright lights and noise, it goes dark and silent again. I lay on the slab trembling, absolutely sure he is driving me crazy. I force myself to relax, just as I start to fall asleep again, the lights and noise return. The rest of the night is spent in this cycle of bright lights and extreme noise, then absolute darkness and quiet. By the time he returns I am in tears, and when he opens the door I start begging.
'Please Master, please, no more. I learned my lessons.' I slip off the slab to my knees on the cold floor, body still in extreme pain from the beatings the day before. I keep my eyes to the floor, gazing at his feet too afraid to lift my lashes.
