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Chasity

By: SlaveJ



I had followed Her instructions to the letter, purchased the toys and gifts She had specified, booked the time off from work and told my wife that I was going to a conference for a few days. I had booked the hotel room She had requested and arrived there at the pre-defined hour, arranged for a key to be left for Her arrival at the front desk and walked shakily to the room door. Her next set of orders had been very precise, I was to strip naked, hanging my clothes neatly in the wardrobe, stand beside the desk. Next I must shackle my ankles together with a short chain between them, then put the shackle key in the desk drawer, I was then the blindfold myself, handcuff my wrists behind my back and drop the handcuff key into the desk drawer also. Lastly I was to use my bum to push the drawer completely closed before inching forward to kneel on the bed – knees wide apart and forehead down – to await Her arrival. No matter how long She might be.

After what seemed ages I heard Her key in the door and the door opened then closed. I could immediately smell Her perfume and smiled to myself. Being blindfolded meant that all sounds held great significance for me and I listened avidly to Her progress through the room. First I heard the soft rustle of Her coat being removed and draped across a chair. Then She seemed to go on a short tour of the room, not speaking or even acknowledging my existence – as if I was just one of the room accessories.

After a while I heard Her open the desk drawer and pick up the keys – I heard a click which I could only guess was Her purse being closed. She must have walked very quietly because the next thing I knew was Her soft voice very close to my right ear saying:

"I have you now mike – and if I were to leave now you would not be able to escape."

She then made me adjust my kneeling position – spreading my legs a little wider apart and keeping them that far apart with a bar strapped to my thighs – before placing me in two separate collars. One around my neck – the other around my balls. A cold metal chain was link first to the neck collar, then to my ball collar, next through a ring on the spreader bar to my ankles and finally to my wrist cuffs – She pulled it taut enough to make me stay in position – I could not straighten up, could hardly move unless She released me.

As She tore open the packages that I had brought that day She spoke quietly and with some amusement.

"You know mike, for some time I’ve been of the opinion that You haven’t really understood your position – that you have been a little too quick and self-assured in your declarations of undying obedience and love. Well today we are going to set you straight. I am going to demonstrate to you not only why you must obey and love your Mistress totally, but what will happen if you ever even contemplate promising something to me without really meaning it.

And it is so nice to know you are, despite any protestations, going to enjoy it. But I know you will ... you have always said that you live only for My pleasure – so I am going to really enjoy today, and tomorrow, and the next day to the full. Enjoy listening to you beg, watching you cry for Me."

My heart was beating fast, and my head spinning out of control, all my senses seemed to be keenly alert to any slight touch or noise. When it finally came it was devastating in its surprise and simplicity.

She kissed me.

My Mistress seemed in no hurry to carry out Her plans for me. After all I reasoned, She has me here, at Her mercy and helpless for as long a She desires....

My reverie was broken by the addition of nipple clamps and an almost rough tightening of the chain that was maintaining my knelt position.

"You must pay better attention slave or I will have to make sure you do.", She said.

"As I was saying, I have you completely and utterly in my power now. For the next few days I am going to show you just what that means and also what it doesn’t mean.

For example, it doesn’t mean you will be in constant pain, or even any pain at all unless I wish it. It also doesn’t mean that I shall be using you constantly for wild fucking sessions. In essence, what it means is that you have to pay complete attention to my wishes – all the time. My needs, fantasies, desires, ideas and decisions are the only ones that mean anything to you from now onwards. Is that understood? Nod once for yes."

I nodded.

"Good, now one lesson I insist you learn well is patience. To that end I am going to keep you bound and in this position for a few hours. From time to time I may amuse myself by playing with or touching your body – you are NOT to react beyond an initial shudder. If you make any sounds or move too much I will just extend the time you have to stay like this.

Oh, and just to make sure that you don’t get too bored I am going to give you something more to think about."

With no other warning She spanked my totally vulnerable bottom – slowly – after each 5 resounding slaps She fondled my cock until it was hard again and whispered,

"I wonder how long it would take to condition you to associate the spanking sensations with this arousal slave? Not very long I suspect."

Finally, after 25 slaps, She stopped and said,

"That was not a punishment slave, only a demonstration of both your total helplessness, and My ability to act upon my whims. Suffice to say that you will only know when your time of confinement is over when I begin to release you. I think I shall just look at all the toys we have now – perhaps try a few.... don’t go away my sore little pet."

I could hear her rummaging around in the packages and could only kneel and wonder how long this ordeal would last. My bum was throbbing slightly – not burning or stinging – She had not been trying to damage Her property, only impress it. I was certainly impressed – and very conscious of how my fear and psychological dependency on Her was growing.

Thwack! -- a light explodes in my skull as something hard hits my bum!

"Hmmmmmm.... not a bad paddle – Yes I like that one, we’ll keep that for later."

I can hear more packages being undone – soft "oohs" and "aahs" from Her as She discovers something She likes. I realise that I am totally 100% concentrated on listening now.

Just then she places some headphones playing Mozart over my ears. Time dissolves.

For what seemed hours but may only have been minutes a number of contrasting sensations overwhelmed me. Some painful, some arousing, some even painfully arousing – always they lasted just a little too long (or less than long enough) for me to be comfortable with them. I was never quite sure if I had contained my reactions enough to suit Her or was each time extending my sentence further.

Eventually they stopped – completely. I felt my hands, ankles, knees and other bondage being freed and removed – finally the headphones were removed and so was the gag and blindfold.

"Don’t speak slave. I am pleased with you – do not spoil the moment."

I lay there – allowing my eyes to adjust to the brightness of the light – my ears to the loudness of Her voice. My mouth felt dry, and as if sensing that She placed a cool glass to my lips.

"Today is to be a day of contrasts slave. You have felt a tiny piece of the harsh reality of being owned. Now I am going to allow You to taste the benefits of pleasing me. You have precisely 20 minutes before we dine – you may do anything you desire to my body slave... provided you follow my rules:

Rule 1: you may only touch Me with your tongue

Rule 2: you may not touch yourself at all

Rule 3: you are allowed to cum if you can without breaking Rules 1 & 2

Rule 4: you will be punished if I am displeased

Nod if you understand the rules slave. I already know you must accept them."

I, of course, nodded eagerly. She stood before me – disrobed completely and lay on the bed with a soft sigh and seemed to be almost composed for sleep.

"Don’t forget slave – watch the clock – in 20 minutes it will be over....."

I began at Her toes – determined not to miss a square inch on my exploration of Her loveliness....

A few days had passed now since he had arrived at the hotel to stay with his Mistress for a long-term training session. She had already demonstrated to him that being a good slave could mean wonderful rewards and praise. She had also shown him that any failures on his part, or even a bad mood on Her part, were always to be attributed to failure by him and would be severely punished so that he would never forget his position.

His Mistress had also taken great pains to tell him how much She loved him and that She was only teaching him in such a cruel fashion to spare Herself the pain of hurting the one She loved so much in the future. This, She said, meant that She must be very strict, very precise and extremely ruthless in finding and eradicating any incipient faults within Her property.

The term She had used was "Stress Testing and Correction".

At the time She had been explaining the finer points of Her plans to him he had been in a good position to understand exactly what She was talking about. He had been in constant bondage of some sort for the last few days—had been reminded, forcefully on occasion, of his menial and precarious status as Her property and as a toy with which She might play ... or break ... as the whim took Her.

Take for example his present condition—he was being punished, again, for not having been able to control his erection properly—well that was partially the reason...

Mistress had been testing him by requiring him to look at some pictures that She had found on the web. Pictures of men and women undergoing torments of various types. She had already attached his wrist and ankle rings to Her chair and had gently held his cock in Her hand to gauge his reaction to each of the pictures in turn. She then made detailed notes after showing him each photograph for about 30 seconds, asking him to describe the scene he saw. It seemed very scientific and She said nothing else at all to him during the 45 minutes it took.

He knew instinctively that he was in trouble when, rather than just releasing him, his Mistress had re-attached the wrist rings to his ankle rings and left him kneeling helplessly alone for about 15 minutes. When She returned he was visibly shaking and very afraid but couldn’t imagine what he had done or what would happen to him. His Mistress started speaking softly behind him.

"mike—do not speak just listen. I know you will think I am being unfair when I explain to you what is about to happen, but that too is a part of your training as My slave—I cannot, by definition, be unfair to my property.

During the test just now—especially towards the end I made note of some more than trivial reactions to the pictures I was showing you. Now, I don’t know if you realise but part of your reaction will have been at a deep psychological level—that was one reason why I tested you in that way—to gauge the success of my conditioning of your subconscious mind. Unfortunately, I discovered two disturbing facts.

One—your conditioning is not as strong on the subconscious level as I had hoped it would be by this time, and,

Two—you seem to have developed a sexual fixation around men like yourself being locked in inescapable, sometimes painful, cock chastity devices and then being tormented by their Mistresses.

While I see nothing wrong per-se with that fixation I am extremely unhappy and angry that you have allowed yourself to become fixated on anything without My express permission or orders.

I have decided to kill two birds with one stone, mike—I am going to step up your training regime another notch—we are going to concentrate on those areas which directly affect your subconscious mind, your fear and terror. At the same time I have decided to teach you a lesson about your ridiculous fixation. I am going to first show you just very how unpleasant those devices and torments can be in real-life—and then, once you really believe and fear them with all your heart—make them a regular—vital—part of your training from now onward.

By the time we are through here mike I will have instilled a totally instinctive dread of these devices into your subconscious mind—which of course will make them an ideal tool for future punishments.

Stay there slave and think about devotion and obedience—I shall be back to continue your training in about an hour, maybe longer."

Earlier that day Mistress had made it very clear that She found my deep-rooted sexual fantasies to be both misguided and in need of physical clarification. She had as much as said that I was in need of some real-life examples of how unrealistic my expectations and excitements were.

She had left me—seemingly hours ago—to contemplate Her opinions and intentions. I was extremely worried—had I made the right decision when I agreed to become Her slave I wondered?

Then with a shudder it came home to me with a thud. It was too late for me to have thoughts such as those—I was a slave now—actually and completely—She had the means, motives and intentions of clamping down cruelly and completely on my life if I so much as hesitated to obey or please Her. I was trapped, captured, confined and helplessly bound in Her web now - no escape, no possibility of rescue—I had better shape up or suffer the chillingly vague yet terrifyingly clear consequences.

So there I knelt—ankles and wrists attached together—not daring to move a muscle. Hoping for Her to return soon—yet very scared of what might happen once She did.

At that moment She opened the door and walked into the room. I tried not to move at all but couldn’t quite stop a tremor of fear and anxiety wash over me.

"Did I say You could move mike?", came Her cool voice from behind me. That was immediately followed by a cruel slash of a riding crop across my right thigh causing me to cry out in fear and pain—but of course I couldn’t move away from it or even think of escaping.

"I’ve decided, at least in the short term, to make Your dreams come true mike—as well as enjoying mine of course", She said in quite a normal conversational voice. "Normally I wouldn’t allow a slave’s fantasies to sway me at all in how I treat him—but in your case I think there’s a valuable lesson for you to learn. A lesson about love and obedience."

She stood behind me and used her crop to encourage me to raise my bum as high as I could while keeping my toes on the floor and using my forehead as a forward pivot—Her taps on my balls getting progressively harder as I struggled to assume the position She wanted.

"Do not move mike" came Her order in a voice the brooked no discussion whatsoever.

I felt something cold touch my cock and balls, She pulled my flaccid cock until it was quite long and thin, and wrapped something around and behind my balls and cock. A number of loud clicks followed and a feeling of tightness around both my cock and balls remained after She moved away.

"Keep still mike—I want to see how aesthetically pleasing it is. After all it’s going to be there for a while."

She sat quietly on a chair nearby for a while—walked around me a felt my balls and the tip of my cock.

"Hmmm... I suppose it’s OK—it might need some adjustment by the engineer at the shop. We’ll see how much chafing there is after the first week."

My mind was a whirl—I was still unused to the speed with which my Mistress could make decisions and then act upon them. It was clear to me now that She had locked me into some sort of cock chastity device and was intending to keep me in it for some time. I was still wondering if this was a fantasy come true or some nightmare I would awake from at any moment.

Mistress unlocked my wrists from my ankles and told me to sit beside Her on the sofa. As I moved stiffly to obey I stole a glance at the device—it looked very strong—small enough to be worn under clothing—and completely impregnable without a key.

"How does it feel mike?", she asked almost tenderly.

"It’s cold and tight Mistress—not too bad Ma’am", I replied nervously.

"You do understand that I’m doing this to you because I love you mike? Because I can’t allow you to be anything but my perfect slave from now onwards—and to do that I have to educate you and train you until you understand and act the way I want you to instinctively?"

"Y.yes Ma’am", I stuttered. Mistress had started rubbing my balls and the protruding tip of my cock—I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable as my cock tried unsuccessfully to burst it’s confining prison—tiny interior pinpoints were making sharp little indentations along the length of my cock already. It was excruciating.

"I’m going to be doing a lot of things you will find sexually exciting over the next week or so mike—you have my permission to become erect whenever you wish until I remove the device my sweet", she giggled. "But I’m afraid I must insist you do not have any orgasms my love, they make you lazy and slow to obey."

"Now", she said smiling, "I bought you another present! It’s a picture book of all sorts of fantasies I just know will turn you on my sweet slave.... and later we can watch a video or two—won’t that be nice mike?"

"Yes Mistress", I said as enthusiastically as the pains in my cock and balls would allow. I was also coping with that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach—the one that reminds me that my Mistress never ever makes idle threats or promises.

Over the next few days my Mistress concentrated solely on perfecting Her control and honing my reflexes of submission to Her. She found it a simple matter now to extract from me whatever information She wished. All She had to do was allude to or describe, or sometimes start to actually perform the kinds of tasks She had already determined were the one’s that aroused my inner lusts beyond my ability to control.

She seemed to take a great delight in continuing with these, to Her I’m sure, pleasant games far beyond the point where I had fallen to the floor begging Her to stop.

True to Her word (as always) I had been kept locked within the cock and ball chastity device constantly—the chafing had not been as bad as She had feared it might and on a number of occasions She had commented, to my horror, on how She might leave it on indefinitely!

My life had been turned completely upside-down from the moment She had taken my freedom—I realised now that I had never ever had a chance or choice in this—She had decided I was to be Her slave and everything from that moment on had borne me inexorably towards Her goal (and my dream) of total and absolute submission and slavery. Well here I was—uncomfortable, hurting, sometimes in agony—but also very much in love with my Mistress and the way She treated Her property.

My conditioning had taken a while to get going—Mistress seemed to be amused at the things She found out that caused me to beg for mercy now—She had made me read aloud some of Her book selection and also watch a few videos—She always made a careful note of the things which caused my painful outcries—and also, worryingly, the things that most definitely turned me off.

A few of Her tests had seemed quite bizarre to me but She made it perfectly clear that I must cooperate enthusiastically with all Her games or be severely punished—for a single unenthusiastic response I had been chained to Her bed and She had read to me a particularly scary story of how a Lady had used hypnosis and submission training to condition Her slave to become a sissy-slut for his Mistress—She used a similar chastity device to the one I was wearing and conditioned him to not only need to be a girl but to hate it at the same time. This was a story that intrigued me and in places turned me on quite a bit—and also turned me off totally in some places. During the parts that turned me on my Mistress ensured by soft caresses that my cock got big enough to be extremely painful inside its spiked sheath—and during the bits where I became soft and flaccid she massaged and caressed it harder but never to the point that it hurt—just pleasurable.


Chasity



'The room is dark and cold. I can barely see two feet in front of me but I know I'm not alone. Tiny whimpers and screams bounced off the walls and fill my ears. We are all too frightened to say anything or just too weak. I can't see her face but I can tell she is as terrified as I am by the way she is gripping my hand. Suddenly the door opens above us, gleaming light bursts through and all I can see is scared little girls. A man appears dressed in black and scans the room. Whimpers turn into fierce screaming but I can't scream for help. I want to scream for help but the man doesn't look like he intends to leed me to salvation. From above he grabs me and pulls me away from my friend. She holds on and I cry. We both cry. He pulls me towards the light but I know it isn't leading towards heaven.' 

'Calm down.' Rachel said while holding her shaking hands. Chasity opened her blurry tear-filled eyes and gawked at her therapist. She cursed herself for having the same reaction every time but she couldn't help it. She couldn't control it. 

'I'm sorry doctor.' Chasity said honestly with a shaking voice. Breathing heavily, she wiped the sweat from her brow. When she spoke about her dreams, she would always have the same reaction but her doctor didn't mind taking her from that awful place Chasity would get lost in. 

'It's okay sweetheart. Have the dreams become more frequent since you left home?' Rachel asked, turning her attention back to the notepad. 

'Yes doctor. They have become clearer and even more morbid but the same scene plays out. I don't know what to do? It's been going on for so long.' Chasity felt exhausted by the dreams. Almost every night she would wake up screaming and drenched in sweat. She didn't want to leave her loving parents' home but she needed to be independent. It seemed silly to Chasity, a young woman in her early twenties, living at home. She loved her parents with all her heart but she had to refuse when they asked her to stay. 

'It is very important that you don't let the dreams affect your life. How is the studying going?' 

'Good.' She lied. Being a full time student at a university one town over had its challenges already and her dreams allowed her little sleep and concentration. 'There are a few bumps in the road but I'm sure I can smooth them out.' 

'That's great. Looks like our time is up for the day. Doris has your medication at the front desk. Chasity?' she asked peering over her yellow notepad. 'Yes?' Chasity answered. 

'It's very important you take your medication. We don't want what happened last time to happen again. Please don't forget.' How could she forget? Rachel mentioned it every single time their sessions were over and called her mother to make sure she was taking them. She wondered if the doctor actually cared or if she did it for the paychecks? 

The small town didn't seem all that busy today but it rarely did. The walk to Paul's house didn't take long but she hurried anyway. When he called her this morning he seemed troubled about something. Not only that but it was the first time she heard from him since the funeral. 

'Come in quickly.' He said, shutting the door behind her. He was freaking out, which caused her to freak out too. 'What's wrong? What happened?' she asked frantically. He sat her down at the kitchen table, which he never did. They always sat in his living room. 'I need to ask the biggest favor.' 

'Sure. You can ask me anything.' She said honestly. Paul was her best friend since she could remember. Anything he asked her, she would do in a hurry. 'I need you to help me find Shaun's murderer.' Except that. 

'What the hell?' She asked furious and a bit confused. 'They said it was an accident Paulie. I know you're grieving but...' 

Paul held her hands the same way her doctor did when she got nervous. 'Chas I need your help with this. We both know Shaun would never get in an accident. He knew that road like the back of his hand and when he took us out racing, he never crashed. I know what they said in the newspaper but I have a hunch.' He said trying to convince her. He did have a point. Shaun and Paul were thick as thieves. They were brothers after all. She remembered her days in high school when they would kick anyone's ass for messing with her. She was messed with a lot being the weird girl in school. 

'Why don't you ask your buddies at the station, they did cover the case?' 

'I couldn't convince them. After taking me off the case, they wouldn't tell me anything about it and they wouldn't let me interfere either. Please Chas. I need you. Don't you want to see Shaun's murderers behind bars?' 

'Look I loved him too but...' she saw the hope in his brown eyes. The same look Shaun gave her every time he asked her for something. Her heart silently broke. 'Okay tell me about everything first before I get myself involved.' 

'I knew you would say yes. A couple of months ago Shaun said he owed some people money. I didn't pay much attention until I remembered it a few weeks ago. The chief chased me out when I told him who Shaun owed money to.' 

'Are they the same people who killed him?' 

'Yes. The Cartel.' 

Her body went numb. Of course! Only Shaun could be so stupid and get tangled with those people. She hurriedly pushed out of the leather stool, ready to walk out the door. She felt guilty for not giving Paul a chance. 'I can't get involved with the Cartel.' 

'So you know them? Sit down I'm not done.' He said. She had to give him the benefit of the doubt. For Shaun's sake at least. It seemed like he had a solid point. 'Okay I have this theory. Maybe they cut the brakes of his car or something?" 

'How are you planning on getting them to confess to killing him? I bet they got rid of the evidence already. I don't think we should mess with them.' She said, thinking rationally. 

'These people are related to drug trafficking, prostitution and murder. If we catch them in the act of doing one of those things, it could mean a life sentence. We're not after the small guys Chas, we're going after the big dogs.' What the hell was he talking about? Suddenly the point he was making wasn't all that good. Getting involved with the Cartel could be fatal. 'You're studying to become a journalist. You know all the right questions to ask and I still have the equipment from work. They can see an undercover cop from a mile away. That's why I'm asking you this. How can it go wrong?' 

'Are you shitting me? How can this go wrong?' she asked furious. He couldn't be serious. She's the one that's supposed to be insane, not him. 'They will kill us.' 

The Cartel was one of the most feared drug companies in the world, notorious for their involvement in drug trafficking, prostitution and sex trafficking. Dark images flooded back from her past, knocking the wind from her lungs. Chasity gripped the bottle of pills in her pocket for strength. She couldn't take them in front of Paul. 

'You will wear a wire and I'll be listening to the conversation. I already know a guy on the inside. You just need to remember the right questions to ask and that's it. I will be in the next room if anything happens.' 

'I'm going to wear a wire and buy drugs. Why would they send the "big dogs" for a lousy bag?" she asked hoping it didn't sound like she was giving in to his demands. 

'It's not going to be a bag. You're ordering a truck full.' He said nonchalantly. Utterly lost wasn't the best way to put it. She stood in the Sahara desert with a flashlight and a set of keys. She had no clue how to get out or navigate through the conversation. 'You will be protected. Please just think about this, think about Shaun.' 

Chasity pushed open the door to her small apartment. Two brown coaches, a small TV and a plastic fern made up her living room. The place had a warm feel to it that she loved and it felt warmer than her family's overly spacious house with the white sterile carpets. She walked into the kitchen and popped a plate of Two-minute Noodles in the microwave. Making her way to the bathroom, she threw her shoes in the bedroom along the way. 

The bathroom was nothing special. A shower, sink and toilet were only the essentials but she sometimes found herself missing her mother's tub with the Jacuzzi jets. Chasity ran the shower until the room filled with hot steam. Removing her baggy clothes and neatly folding and placing them on the sink took time but it was the usual routine. 

The extremely hot water ran down her back washing away the day's stress. Taking the cinnamon scented shower gel, Chasity lathered up her pink loofa sponge. The soup bubbles dripped down the drain along with the hard day she had. Therapy never ended with a smile or a feeling relieved but it made her feel at ease. Talking about her past reassured her that it would remain in the past. Paul's deal was the furthest thing in her mind. She couldn't shake the memory of almost breaking in front of her friend. Chasity closed her eyes for a brief moment. 

The face appeared before her, knocking her to the wall. His dark eyes and cynical smile took tragic blows to her stomach. He held tightly on her arm, his fingers wrapping all the way around, gripping so tight that she could feel the blood clump and bruise under her delicate skin. 

Chasity rapt her hands around the shower rod to keep herself steady. Her eyes flung open in horror but she could still see him. Feeling his tight grip and hot breath was terrifying. The pills! Where did she leave the pills? She knew the bad man would disappear as soon as she swallowed one little pill. 

He held her face and then pressed it to the tiled wall, making her wince in pain. She couldn't scream for help. She wanted to scream. Her throat was tight as if his hands were around her neck, squeezing the life out of her. She felt his calloused hand trace down her spine and linger over her ass. 

Chasity reached her violently shaking hands for the shower door. She couldn't tell if it was tears or the hot water blurring her vision, but she needed to keep her eyes open. She didn't want to see the bad man. The door slid open and she fell to the floor. Her body trembled as she slithered toward the sink. 

He crawled behind her like an alligator on the riverbank, going after the baby zebra. She fiercely kicked her legs when she felt his hands on her ankles. He could stand up and take her easily but that wasn't in his twisted nature. He liked to play with her mercilessly. His laugh echoed in her mind. He was so close. 

Stretching out her hand, she pulled her clothes from the sink. They fell all around her. Her fingers fiddled with the zipper of the green coat. Tears pooled onto the floor and ran down the cracks. Chasity tore open the zipper with lightning speed as his fingers crept up her wet thighs. Feeling his sharp nails claw into her flesh, she cried out through gritted teeth. The purple cap flung from the plastic bottle and slid across the floor. The blue pills scattered and some landed between the cracks, swelling from the water 

She had the bottle to her lips and swallowed down hard, not caring how many slid down her throat. His hands slowly retreated down her legs. Relief came over her and she drifted into a deep slumber. The water dripped from her dark hair and the tears dried on her cheeks. The man didn't disappear but he stood behind the shower door, waiting for her to open it again. 

*** 

Dominic pulled hard on her blond hair, yanking her head back and onto his chest. She cried out. He loved a screamer but it wasn't the best place for her to do that. 'Shut the fuck up.' he said through clenched teeth. She panted heavily but the groans still bounced off the walls. Reluctantly tearing his hand away from one of her bouncing tits, he clasped his palm over her lips. His hurried thrusts and the force had her crawling further up the desk. He liked when they struggled. His cock plowed into her with deep thrusts and a dangerous speed, loving the way her pussy pulsed around him. 

Feeling the heat boil in his balls, he pushed her face onto the desk. Muffled screams escaped from his hand but it wasn't important anymore. Sloppy slushy sounds filled the room, his balls slapping her clit. The sexy vixen clamped her thighs shut then shook violently under him. Scorching hot pussy juice flowed around his cock and oozed out her snatch. Dominic could feel it. Feel his muscles tighten and his dick swell. The pumps grew frantic. Like a tropical volcano, the pressure built and exploded with hot lava, coating her velvety walls. 

He pulled out slowly, releasing a satisfied sigh. A gush of their mixed juices ran down her creamy thighs. Kneeling down, he admired his work when a knock came on the door. 'Come in.' He said while shoving his exhausted member back in his pants. 'You may leave...uhm.' Dominic couldn't recall her name but it didn't matter anyway. 

'Maybe you should try to be tender or at least send them away with less bruises?' Steve laughed while looking at the used girl. Dominic admired his friend's optimism but it wouldn't get him far. He was surprised that his top hitman was such a romantic. 'Where's the fun in that? Let's call it marking my territory.' 

'Like a dog? They work for you, so what is the use of marking them?' Steve asked from the leather couch. 'You got me there.' Dominic laughed. 

'I wonder what you'll do to a girl you actually regard as yours.' Steve's expression changed with worry. 'Or the girl that finally warms that cold heart.' He added jokingly. 'Back to business. Did your brother tell you about the new deal?' 

Dominic sat behind his desk and organized the damp papers. 'Yeah he did. I thought he was fucking stupid at first, but I must say 7 million dollars for that much cake is very persuasive. Where did he find the buyer?' he asked knowing Steve would tell him the truth. He couldn't trust his older brother. He constantly had to watch his back. Breaking tradition wasn't the DeLuca way of doing things but his father did what was best. 

Starting in the family business at the ripe age of 16 and studying his father's every move, instead of going to school, proved to be the better choice. School gave you an education but it didn't make u smart in this type of business. His brother was educated but not smart. Dominic didn't expect his father to do him any favors he started out as a Falcon, being the eyes and ears on the streets, built trust amongst the others. By his 21st birthday he became a lieutenant, supervising the hitman and Falcons. Being a lieutenant wasn't as fun as being a hitman but his new job allowed him to command any job. After his father's death, Dominic became the Drug Lord by his father's wishes. 

'He partied with the man's daughter and she spoke to her father. They run things in Vegas. Apparently his daughter does all the deals for him because he likes to be heard of but not seen or some shit like that. Man this could be a big deal.' Steve said clearly excited. 

'It sounds too good to be true. Don't you find it a little too suspicious?' there was something that wasn't quite right above a deal that big 800 kilos of cake could easily sell of 5 million dollars but this guy was willing to pay 2 million extra. He was either clueless or so rich that he treated his business like a hobby. 'I have a bad feeling about this.' 

'What if it's legit? That's 2 million dollars extra plus the profit. Don't be stupid.' Steve said. Dominic scratched his head. 

'Okay fine but the deal will happen on my terms. I want that place tighter than a virgin's count and wired. I'm not taking any chances.' Dominic said seriously. 'I want you and Roger in there and my men surrounding the building. If shit goes down, I don't want any witnesses. Kill every motherfucker that's not on my payroll. You got me?' 

'Fuckin' A.' 

*** 

Charity's heart thumped in her throat. She couldn't shake the bile rising in her gut. Gripping the pill in her hand, she prayed. Nervous wasn't the word to use to describe how she felt. She was Fucking petrified. "Why did I agree to do this?" She thought. Maybe she should have brought more pills with her but what if they searched her? She couldn't risk messing this up. Practicing her lines repeatedly wasn't reassuring. "I'm going to die." 

It took her two weeks to think it over but the hourly calls from Paul mostly contributed to her decision. After melting down in her shower and waking up in a pool of drool left her feeling helpless and angry. She needed to prove herself and help Paul. Shaun was the only person she told about her dreams, other than her therapist. How could she nor after losing her shit when he took her racing. Telling someone that you're okay while shaking and screaming for dear life wasn't believable. That night she spent curled up in his lap, telling him about the nightmares. He held her close and kissed the tears away. At sixteen, he was her first and last kiss 

'We're here Miss Aldridge.' The driver said while opening the car door. She didn't even realize they had arrived. Taking a deep breath, she slid out the Jeep. Her legs shook like jelly making her regret choosing such high heels. 

She walked through the glass door of The City Hotel accompanied by two bodyguards. Paul assigned them for protection. Steel butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She could hardly breathe but maybe it was the too small pencil skirt. The polka dot blouse his the wire and her profuse sweating perfectly. Fake blond hair bounced against her neck and long bangs irritated her eyes. The thick diamond necklace tickled her neck. She needed to look professional and, above all, unrecognizable. 

Chasity held onto the silver briefcase tightly. The men didn't say a single word whiles in the elevator. The doors opened and they walked down a carpeted hallway. At the end of the hallway were two double doors. The guards in front of the doors mader her guards look like a sad joke. 

They opened the door to the suite. More bodyguards filled the room. Panic coursed through her, making her dizzy and nauseous. "God please don't let me die, don't let me die." She chanted in her mind. 

*** 

Dominic sat behind a screen and watched the woman walking in the hotel room. She seemed like the socialite type with her blond hair, fake tan and designer clothes. She sat down at the large dinner table. His best lieutenants, Roger and Steve, arrived accompanied by more of his men. Dominic wasn't about to take any chances. Better safe than sorry. 

The girl was twitchy and nervous. 'My father sends his apologies for his absence.' Her voice shook. He would have thought she would be used to these types of situations, but her fiddling fingers proved otherwise. There was a slight accent in her voice but he couldn't tell what kind it was. 

'No problem Miss Aldridge. Your name comes with much respect. My boss looks forward to your father's business.' Rodger said smoothly. 'The truck is waiting at an assigned location with a driver. If the deal goes down you will give the coordinates and the driver will leave the truck there.' 

'Before we dive into the deal, my father is very interested in your boss's business. However, he first wants to know who he is dealing with?' Her voice didn't tremble as much as before. She touched her chest for a moment. Although small, it triggered a red flag. Dominic paid close attention to the monitor as she spoke. 'The heat gets to me sometimes. I apologize.' He wasn't buying it but played along. The entire block was surrounded by his men. It was impossible to escape or even make it as far as the door. 

'It's a family business. Something your father might appreciate.' Steve said probably noticing the red flag too. 

'Yes we strive for it. What other dealings does the company involve themselves in?' Dominic tensed. 

'The Cartel has many different branches of business. We tend to involve yourself in every entrepreneurial opportunity. Miss Aldridge.' Steve kept his cool and Dominic was impressed with his wordplay, not giving too much away but just enough. 




Chasity



'My father sees many investment opportunities. Your profits seem to rise every year or less and you beat your competitors every time.' She said. 'He can't simply invest without knowing what type of business you do. Don't you think?' Tricky little bitch. What was she playing at? Her father would never propose such a deal without talking to him first. Any sensible businessman wouldn't send his little girl to do a man's job. 

'I'm sorry Miss Aldridge but your proposal should be discussed with my boss. I couldn't imagine my boss talking to you about this. Tell me again how much cake you ordered?' Roger asked as skeptical as Dominic was feeling about her. 

'Cake?' She laughed. 'I'm buying a ton of cocaine.' 

'Of course. You don't mind if I see the plates first? Standard procedure.' 

'Plates?' She asked clearly panicked. 

'You don't expect me to believe you have 7 million dollars in cash hidden in that little briefcase?' 

*** 

Chasity tightened her fingers around the brick-filled case. "I'm about to die." she thought. In a freaked haze, she bolted for the door. Only to be dragged away by strong hands. She screamed for Paul as she clawed at the hands. She felt that old feeling washing over her. Fear mixed with desperation concocted a lethal dosage, paralyzing her body. Wanting to run but unable to move, she laid on the floor. The room hushed as the door opened. She prayed it would be Paul running through that door but it wasn't. 

Walking into the room with a bloody splattered face, a knife in his hand and blood dripping from it, he grinned. The calmness in his dark eyes scared her to no end. With his tattoo covered hand, he wiped away the red droplet on his bottom lip. Violent tremors coursed through her body, making is shake uncontrollably. That old feeling came over her. A hand held her neck while she laid on the floor. A sharp pinch came and then a cold wave crashed over her, numbing her body. She stared into the Grim Reaper's eyes as she drifted away. Chasity couldn't tell if she was floating into a deep sleep or toward her death. 

Opening her eyes, everything was a blurr. Her head hung low and felt like it would burst from the pain. The heavy curls of her brown hair touched the cement floor and she realized they removed her wig. Terror came over her as she tried moving her cuffed hands. From the ceiling hung a long chain which connected to the cuffs. She hung from the ceiling like a piece of meat in a butcher's fridge. 'Someone help.' The words came out raspy and whispered. Her that felt like she swallowed broken glass. 

A steel door opened to her left. He was large with a bald head. She recognised him from the hotel room. 'You're awake!' he exclaimed in shock. 'I was just about to wake you.' From the way he said it, she knew he wasn't planning on giving her a pleasant wake up call. 

'Please... I...' 

'No, no, no. Save your strength.' He said walking to the table in the corner. 'This is how it's going to work baby...' 

'Let me go!' Chasity screamed. Her throat burned and she swore she tasted blood. Tears welled up in her eyes but she shook them away. The man looked angry. She sealed her lips tight and pressed her legs together. He came over to her with a disturbing smile. SLAP! 

She could only hear the echo from his slap. Either the drugs hadn't left her system or it was the shock of it all. He held her hair tight and pulled her to a stance. The floor felt like hard ice under her bare feet. 'Listen you little cunt. I'm in charge. Did I ask you a question?' he asked furious. Spit landed on her cheek making her heave. 

'No.' Her voice trembled with fear which only seemed to excite him. 'Then why did you speak? You will only speak if I ask you a question. Do you understand me bitch?' He asked. 

'Yes sir.' 

'Sir? I like the sound of that. Okay first question, what's your name?' 

'Amber Aldridge.' 

SLAP! She felt that one. Soreness resonated from her cheek. The second blow had her head ringing because of the force. 'What is your name?' 

'Amber-fucking-Aldridge!' 

Chasity doubled over from his third punch. This time he hit her stomach. She struggled to breathe, desperately gasping for air. The room started spinning under her numbing feet. It all came to a standstill with his entrance. She recognised the dark and soulless eyes. It was the last thing she saw before blacking out. 

The Grim Reaper walked into the room bringing a cold breeze with him. His agonizingly beautiful but terrifying face, confused her brain. She didn't know if she should be scared or aroused? Greased black hair and thick eyebrows gave him an intimidating appearance. Tattoos made their way from his knuckles, disappeared under his rolled up sleeves and ended at his neck. Three studs pierced his brow, a ring through the corner of his bottom lip and a nose piercing completed his petrifying face. He had a tall and muscular build that demanded the room. The bald man clearly respected him out of fear. 

'Chasity Warren (23). The adopted daughter of Cathy and Barren Warren. They took you in at the age of 13. You're from Maryland. Dorothy, you're a long way from Kansas.' His voice held her in a trance. 'How does a sweet little girl like you end up in a place like this?' He asked mockingly. 

'I...' Chasity dropped to her knees as the pain weekend her balance. The chain came with her body but still hung from the ceiling, barely accommodating her movement. Although her eyes were open,darkness flickered before her in a random frenzy. She shook her head but it wouldn't stop. 

Her stomach tightened. His eyes pierced her soul in the exact way his always did. She sealed her eyes shut, not wanting to see the bad man in the light 'No!' her screams sliced through the silent room. Even closing her eyes couldn't stop him from appearing before her. The bad man gripped her wrists and tore through the delicate skin. She struggled but he had her in his hands. 

Upon opening her eyes, Chasity realised she wasn't in the cold room anymore. Hot rays of the sun burned her neck and the scorching hot sand edged between her little toes. Her cloth-tied ankles wouldn't allow her to run. He wouldn't allow her to run the wind blew roughly and sent small stones smashing against her naked thighs. She stared up at him. Blinding sunshine gleamed from behind him, casting a dark shadow over his face. His empty eyes traced hungrily over her small frame. 

*** 

Dominic unchained her wrists to free her aggressively shuddering body. Like a woman possessed, she screamed making his eardrums ring. Her small frame fell to the floor and he thought she would stand and make her escape, but she didn't. Kicking her legs with all her strength, she held her hands over her chest. As if she was fighting someone else and protecting herself too. 

'What the hell Steve?' Dominic asked his friend, who was staring at the girl as confused as he was. 'Man I didn't give her shit excerpt the usual.' Steve said. 

He watched in shock as she ripped open her blouse, exposing her delicious chest. He figured she would feel for the wire but they already removed and smashed it. She dug for something in her bra. Her hands shook with panic. Clasping her hand over her sweet mouth, she muffled her own screams. 

Steve rushed over and picked up her body. The girl flipped out. She clawed at his face and wiggled herself free. That only caused her to drop to the floor with a hard smack. Out cold and limp. 'What the fuck?' Steve asked. Dominic didn't know how to answer him. He had no clue what just happened. 'Don't feel her up when she's passed out like that.' Steve said angered as Dominic felt around in her bra. He had to know what she was looking for. 

He pulled out a little blue pill from her damp bra. She was soaking wet with sweat and burning up. This was the first time anyone did that while being tortured, if you could call it that. He had done interrogations a dozen times and it never ended like this. He didn't know what the pill was for but he fully intended to find out. 

He left Steve to care for the girl. He was one of the people he trusted not to rape a female rat or torture her out of fun. He couldn't say that for himself. They didn't get female rats often but when they did, Dominic ensured he wasn't the one doing the interrogating. He lost his senses too easily. Taking a rag to the brink of death and bringing them back, if they confessed was just a job. Until chaining a female was involved. 

He couldn't trust himself with them, especially this one. After stripping her of the flashy jewels and blond wig, he could feel his blood rushing to his cock. Seeing her chained with her tight skirt riding up her curvy thighs was enough to drive him up the wall. Her green eyes looked so desperate in the hotel. He saw the glassy look in them and she was a million miles away. She didn't fear him but she feared some other demon. He saw the same demon in her eyes before she blacked out. 

He stepped into the lab to find out what were in the pills. One of the benefits of making and selling drugs. Dominic placed the pill in the hand of his chemist. 'What is this boss?' Irene asked pushing the thick glasses further up her nose. 

'I was hoping you could tell me. I need you to find out what type of pill this is and what it's used to treat. I need the results now.' Dominic ordered. Leaving whatever she was doing, Irene sprang into action. The Cartel produced the best kind of drugs. The only company or organization that designed their own types of special drugs, exporting them all over the world. He hired the distributors and had direct control over them. 

The Cartel was a well-oiled machine. His father didn't see himself going into other businesses but he was always hungry for more money. With the exportation came human trafficking and the sex trade. Dominic managed that division for quite some time but asked to be reassigned. His brother hurriedly took the position to kiss his father's ass. Managing the strip clubs and the prostitutes came naturally and with many perks. 

'It's done. It took some time but I got it.' Irene said snapping him to the present. 'Where did you get this? It's some kind of super drug boss.' She said enthusiastically while reading from a stack of papers. 'Components of more than five drugs are in this one pill. I got Thorazine, Sertraline, Depakote and LSD, which is probably only legal on the moon.' 

'You make illegal drugs every day. Why are you so excited?' 

'Because this isn't a feel good drug. It's used to treat some gruesome illnesses.' She said with a big smile. As if she just discovered a cure for cancer. After being forced to retire, Irene asked his father for a job. She practically raised Dominic and taught him the tricks of the trade. It was unconventional for a seventeen-year-old boy to be learning about these types of things but it made her happy. 

'What kind of gruesome illnesses?' 

'Gruesome illnesses of the mental and psychological kind.' She said pointing to the papers filled with scribbles, numbers and graphs. 'Schizophrenia, Parasonomia, PTSD, Bipolar disorder. I can go on but it might take some time. This baby can knock out a rhino.' 

'Irene we've talked about this. In English please.' 

'I'm sorry sweetheart. Parasonomia is when some has abnormal dreams and night terrors. The other drugs are for hallucinations, a split personality, hearing voices and struggling to recognize what is real. People who use this must have seen some pretty fucked up things. Maybe even suffered a traumatic event. Where did you get this?' 

'One of they guys suggested that we should sell it.' he lied. 

'You can't get this on the street. Dominic Nickolo DeLuca you better tell me who this belongs to.' She said sternly while giving his that look. A look that said she wasn't afraid to smack him over the head. 

'An undercover cop. We just slapped her around a little and then she went ape shit. That bitch freaked the fuck out in interrogation, nearly busted my eardrums, almost blinded Steve and blacked out.' He said honestly. 

'Dim, this girl shouldn't be exposed to your grilling. I don't care what she did. Based on what you're telling me and the pill, this girl had a distressing experience and is in need of real help.' 

'What if she's faking it?' 

If she was acting back there, she could win an Oscar. He felt a pang of guilt for doing that to he couldn't risk his business for some crazy bitch. All her disorders were very out there but hey, business isn't supposed to be fair. He needed to get the information out of her and maybe he would set her free, which was doubtful. 

'You're the boss and I trust you will make the best decision. Can I keep the pill?' 

'Sure. Thanks for everything Irene.' 

Back in the interrogation room, he walked in while Steve chained her again. She seemed to be unconscious. Steve seemed to be on edge and a little freaked out by the situation. 'Steve are you okay man?' he asked. 

'This shit is messed up. Did you find out what's wrong with the girl?' 

'Yeah she's seriously insane. You should get Irene to stitch up your face.' Dominic mocked. 'She did you bad man.' He pressed on. The toughest hitman got the shit beat outta him by a little girl. She was little but Dominic had to give her points for the strength in her swings. 

'Fuck you Dom. This girl is possessed. Like one of the girls from those exorcism movies. I think I need a line.' He said while wiping the sweat and blood from his face. 

'I got this man. Go get yourself fixed up and don't tell my brother about her.' 

Steve left. He won't forget this any time soon, Dominic wouldn't either. He walked over to the girl cautiously. She seemed so peaceful but dangerous all at once, like an undisturbed bomb. Softened features like a pure angel. Light freckles dusted her cheeks and nose. Even though her eyes were closed they seemed troubled by something. Maybe she was having a nightmare? She appeared too sweet to have gone through a traumatic event. What kind of suffering could she have gone through to take those pills? 

Tracing the back of his hand up her cheek warmed his heart. So beautiful. The bruises from the cuffs surrounded her wrists and even spread up her hand. Three thick scars ran vertically down her forearm, one was clearly stitched closed. 'What did you do to yourself?' he whispered. She immediately stirred. He retrieved his arm as if she burned his fingers. 'Shaun?' she groaned. 

A smudge of jealousy ran through him. It angered him that it wasn't his name she whispered. 'Is he your boyfriend?' he asked. Her eyes fluttered open to reveal a beautiful green. When they focused on him, she retreated in fear. He shouldn't be jealous. She didn't know him or his name. Just how he licked it. He stood and hovered over her dominantly. On her knees and chained wasn't such a bad picture, not even a little. 'Can you stand?' 

No answer. Walking over to the table, he searched for the controller. Finding and pressing it, the chains pulled her body to a stance. Her pink polished toes could barely touch the floor. The tight pencil skirt only just covered her soft pussy. 'Since my boy needs stitches you and I get to have a little fun.' Her green eyes looked confused and frightened. 'I like the silence. You should keep it that way until I ask you a question. Do you understand?' 

She nodded obediently. 'Good girl. Do you want to play a little game with me?' He asked with a surprised amount of calmness. 'No.' She answered with the one word he never licked to hear from a woman's lips. 'Honest. That's good but you and I both know you have no choice. Oh wait, you have two choices. You play the game or I can slice you open now.' 

Her eyes filled with tears but had no trace of fear. It wasn't the kind of fear her saw in the hotel or moments earlier before she blacked out. 'The game is called Lie and Bleed. If you lie, I will take this shiny knife...' taking the knife from the table and waving it around. 'And I will make that pretty face unrecognizable. But before that I'll cut through those designer clothes. They're too tight anyway.' 

The tears pooled and ran down her cheek leaving a streak of mascara in it's wake. She didn't have a choice anyway, so he started the game for her. 'Let's start out slow. What was the name of your first dog? Choose your answer carefully because I already know it.' 

'Mr. Fluffy.' The tremble in her voice had him feeling some type of way. He forced the feeling to the back of his mind. He couldn't lose control. He needed to stay focused. 'Good girl. Next question and this one is a little harder. Who do you work for?' 

No answer. He came closer to her. She backed away as far as the chains allowed. Ripping the blouse open, the buttons flew and scattered around her. As the knife came closer, she pleaded. 'Please don't do this to me.' her begging fell onto deaf ears. The blade sliced through her sleeves like butter. Strips of silk floated to the floor revealing her tanned skin. Her sweet cinnamon scent overwhelmed his senses. He took a step back. She even smelled like an angel. Goddamn , he had to get a trip fast. 

'Same question.' He said with a little more anger. No answer. 'Who do you fuckinf work for?' her innocent eyes his a battle. He saw it all the time. People wanted the suffering to end but didn't want to snitch. The long and painful punishments persuaded them to snitch but not all the time. After hours or days of enduring cuttings and beatings the rat would die, weather they snitched or not. 

The little patience he had was running out. The anger boiled on the inside and it would only be a matter of time before the pressure built and exploded. With that came a side he rarely let people see. He didn't want her to be in the way of his anger. 'I don't work for anyone. This was a favor for a friend.' She said timidly. 

'That's a very stupid reason to get yourself involved with people like me. I'm guessing it was the guy in the next room. It's kind of funny if you think about it.' He couldn't hide his amusement. 

'What are you talking about? What did you do to him?' 

'I suggest you lower your tone little girl. I gutted him like a fish. The prick's blood got all over my clothes. Now you're the one suffering while he's dead in a ditch somewhere. Don't you find it funny?' He laughed. 'Anyway, what's the big idea behind setting me up?' 

No fucking answer. The blow was harder than he intended it to be. Blood flowed from her nose and dripped to her chest. The crimson liquid slid down her chest and glided between her tits. A jolt of lust coursed through his body and rested in his cock. Focus goddamnit. 

Bending down, he cut through the spandex skirt. The bunched up fabric didn't give much resistance to the sharp blade and in a few seconds the tattered material laid around her feet. His dark eyes traveled from her perfectly pedicured toes, legs to smooth he wanted to touch to her thighs. Looking closely he could see small scars on her inner thighs. The number 73 was cut into her skin. That small feeling of guilt grew bigger. "Just focus on the job." He thought. 

He could smell her. Her own kind of feminine scent was intoxicating. So sweet and utterly unique. "I bet she tastes just as sweet." He thought. Gripping her thighs, he pulled her panty-covered pussy to his face and inhaled. She squirmed free and kicked him to the floor. With a harsh growl, Dominic jumped up and stomped toward her. Terror-filled eyes stared up at him. 'Big mistake little girl.' He snapped. 

Walking to the table, he retrieved more cuffs. He struggled to cuff each ankle to the iron loops drilled to the floor. With moments her legs were secured, spread and she was at his mercy. The kick did help him to get his mind right, or as right as it would ever be. She stood on her toes in nothing but her lacy underwear. Lust overwhelmed him. 




Chasity



'Looks like someone needs to be punished. I don't know why you're doing this but I hope it's worth it.' 

*** 

'Fuck you!' The words slipped out. 

He walked around her, his dark eyes roamed her body. Chasity could imagine him mapping out every detested scar. Scars she couldn't even remember receiving. They were always there. They held no story but he accepted them as part of herself.  

She heard h fiddle with something metal behind her. Immense pain spread from her ass and sent powerful jolts running across her skin. The effect of the first lash hadn't even sunk in before he hit her again. The sting traveled all the way to the tips of her toes that she could barely keep in the floor. Her arms were already numb from carrying her weight and her calves burned. Cold chills continuously washed over her giving her goose bumps. 

The Grim Reaper had her in his grasp. The terrifying darkness in his eyes reminded her of the dreams. Some kindness lurked behind them but she couldn't bring herself to look for it. The was his jaw clenched as he cut off her clothes made her tingle. Being so close left her trembling. The power he oozed forced her to cower deep inside but asked her to challenge him. She could see the anger build in him when she refused to answer his questions and that only encouraged her to test him further.  

Chasity screamed out from the sixth lash. The lashes came in lightning speeds and the same force as the first. She held tightly on the chain above her and tried to close her legs but the the rings wouldn't allow her. Time after time the hits came into she could count anymore. Gritting her teeth, she pleaded. 'Please... stop.' 

'Now. You. Choose. To. Speak.' with each syllable came another strike to her ass and upper thighs. A dry burn. Her pleads became desperate but he would not stop. 'Okay fine! I'll tell you everything. Just fucking stop!' 

'I'm listening.' Fingernails traced over the sensitive and bruised skin on her ass and thighs. Strange feelings followed the tickling sensation inside her. She couldn't tell if it was anger building in her tummy but the ball of emotions threatened to explode. His rough stubble scratched between her legs. The tip of his nose rubbed between her ass cheeks. Her scalp tingled and her toes curled from his closeness. 'You should start talking.' His short fingernails dug into her hims and she winced. 

'You killed my friend.' she whimpered. 

'Which one?' 

'The one in the hotel and his brother.' 

'There was only one guy in the hotel room. I still don't get how you could be so stupid, coming to a deal with only two bodyguards and one cop?' 

'Paul. His name is... was Paul and he didn't have the police's support. It was for personal reasons.' 

He came around her, tracing his thumb along her stomach. 'I figured as much. I have every chief on my payroll. What are your personal reasons?' His eyes dug into her soul that contained secrets she didn't want anyone to discover. The knife was still in his hand 'You should start talking or I can get my belt again. Red suits your pretty ass or maybe we should try purple instead?' 

'Paul was the brother of Shaun. You killed them both.' She hated herself for letting her voice crack with emotion. 

'Sweetheart, people die here every day. Why should I care about them?' 

'Because I care. They had a family, children who loved them.' 

'Loved by you? Did you love Shaun?' He asked staring down on her. 'Do you love him Chasity?' It killed her when he said her name. It killed her because her body reacted to his words and his touch. A touch that hadn't left her once. 'I see it in your eyes. It hurts knowing that the man your loved was killed by a man that doesn't even remember his face.' 

'FUCK YOU!' She spat literally. His jaw clenched once again. He pointed the knife at her. The double-edged blade came between her chest and the center of her bra. He cut through it easily. Blood oozed from the small cut. He stared hungrily at her tits. 

Bending down once more, he sliced through her panties. She struggled to bring her thighs together but the chains wouldn't allow it. The cold air his her burning pussy and spread chills all over her body. Just like before his nose between her trembling thighs, inhaling lewdly, releasing an animalistic growl. 'Please, please...oh God please.' 

'God won't save you now. You're mine little girl.' He grumbled sending small vibrations through her. Digging his nails into her ass cheeks, his tongue licked from her quivering pussy to her clit. 'Jesus you taste so fucking good.' 

'No, no, no.' He tensed when she denied him. Standing, he held her chin between his fingers, forcing her to look into his angry eyes. In the heat of the moment she shook out of his grip and sank her teeth into his thumb. He grimaced in pain. Before she could release his thumb, he slapped her across the face with the other hand. 

*** 

'Fuck you!' she screamed. 

Dominic's self-control exploded into a million pieces. Like a man possessed, he walked over to his table of toys. He scanned over his selection like a kid in a candy store, searching for the sweetest chocolate. Walking back to his chained angel, he saw her green eyes flutter in fear as she saw the cane. It felt light in his hand but delivered in the best way. 

She hung naked from the ceiling. Her bagan frizzing from the sweat on her forehead, shoulders and back. Her beautiful tits heaved up and down. The cut above her heart still oozed a little blood and ran all the way to her belly button. Every dip and curve of her body craved to be touched, to be bruised. A pussy that threatened to bring him to his knees with just one lick called for him. He could feel her lips swell when he touched her pussy with his tongue. 

Tracing the tip of his cane along her inner thighs caused her to tremble. He wondered if her pussy clenched and throbbed when her body trembled? Walking behind her he noticed her ass was still red. He skin was so sensitive. The cane tapped the back of her knee. She winced. Music to his ears. Her body jerked when he hit the sole of her foot. 'I'm sorry. I won't hurt you.' 

'You won't be the one doing the hurting.' He laughed obnoxiously. Dominic was surprised she hadn't freak out yet. Five hard strikes came down on her feet. She screamed. 'The room is soundproof. You can scream all you want. Not even God will be able to hear his angel scream.' 

He felt his cock stir in his jeans. The painful taps made a path of red horizontal welts from her cuffed ankle to her cuffed wrists. She groaned and screamed in the most delicious mixture of sounds that sparked something deep inside him. "It might be fun to count the number of welts on her skin later." he thought. With no hesitation, he pushed two fingers knuckles deep in her tight cunt. To his surprise, she was wet. 'You like this shit, don't you?' He grinned happily. He nuzzled his nose in her hair and inhaled sharply. So fucking sweet. 

'No.' 

Pulling her back against his cock, it throbbed. Dominic laughed as her inability to lie. Her walls pulsed around his invading fingers. He was in no hurry to move them. Just feeling her grip, pulses and the scorching heat made him crazy with desire. 'You should not lie to me. Let's play a little game.' 

*** 

A game? She didn't deny the fact that she lied. 'You're fucking mental. Let me go!' 

'It'll be fun. If I can't make you come, I will set you free. No questions asked and you will never hear from The Cartel ever again.' 

His thick fingers swirled around inside her, sending electric jolts up her spine. She needed to force herself to concentrate on his words. The pain pulsing from her ass, feet and along her body didn't help her. Neither his his hard body against her and his exploring fingers. 'What if...' a harsh shudder coursed through her. He felt it. 'What if I do... come?' 

He pumped his fingers aggressively making her entire body tighten. She didn't know how long she could keep herself on her shacking toes. 'You belong to me. I lost 7 million dollars today and you will be mine until I feel you've paid it off.' His hot tongue traced her collarbone, licking off her sweat. 

'If I don't take the deal, what's going to happen to me?' 

'I'll kill you. I will Fuck you willingly or as your final present. The choice is yours.' Pressing his palm against her clit didn't keep her focused. After suffering for so long and feeling as if her life was a hell that only she lived in, no one ever asked her if she would like to die. She couldn't remember how she got the scars on her body. She always imagined it happened when she blacked out. Trying to take her life while sleepwalking was probably her mind's way of telling her she didn't want to live. While awake, she never thought about suicide. What would happen to her parent if she was gone? How would Paul's parents and his children ever find out what happened to him? They save her life. By committing suicide she would be spitting in their faces. 

'How long?' She asked. 

'How long what?' 

'I'm asking you how long will I work for you?' 

'Until I'm satisfied.' 

'That's very insightful.' 

'A smart mouth? I'll Fuck it every day.' He traced his bruised thumb over her quivering lip. She suppressed the strong urge to bite him again. 'I'll release you when I grow tired of this pussy. From what I can tell, that won't be happening very soon.' Dipping his hand lower, he pinched her nipple. His palm rubbed small circles on her sensitive little nub. 'Last time. Is it a deal or not?' 

No answer. 'One. TWO. Three...' After every count, his palm slapped her clit, sending pulses of pleasure through her. 'Fuck you!' she screamed shuddering violently. 

'I'll take that as a fucking yes.' 

His hands left her body. A cold breeze had her breaking out in goose bumps. She wouldn't admit to herself that she missed his touch. She needed to win. She had to win. She forced herself to go numb. 

He came around her, his eyes burning her skin. Like a butcher deciding where her should cut first, he scanned her. FOCUS. 

He bent down and unchained her ankles. She wanted to kick him again but pushed the urge back. 'Close your legs and I'll whip you.' He had every intention on his threat. Placing each leg on his shoulders took the pain away from her tired legs. She felt his stubble on her skin. She groaned as he licked her slit. Focus. 'I could eat you all day and I will.' She couldn't cuss him out. Swirling his tongue around her little opening, the feeling crashed through the wall of numbness she built. 

'Oh' She moaned as he scraped his teeth over her clit. Bruises pulsed under her skin pulsed. That familiar building sensation tensed deep inside her. His tongue dipped into her, tasting her sweet center and devouring it. Her belly clenched in the most delicious way. He stopped. She couldn't understand it. He was deliberately keeping her from coming. Didn't want to win? Or was the torture more satisfying than the win? 

One moment she has her thighs around his neck and the next she found herself standing on her toes again. Her legs felt weak, her muscles tired and her mind exhausted. Pretending to be numb wasn't as easy as she thought. From the back his free hand slid down to her clit. Humiliation flooded her mind as she felt her own juices run down her thigh. With a free hand he fiddled with his zipper. Panic interrupted her thoughts. 'Please don't. I don't want to play anymore.' 

Pressing the blunt tip of his cock at the dripping hole had her leaning away. It only provoked him further. He pressed her body against his, with one hand on her clit, impaling her on his cock. It burned. Every muscle in her pussy stretched to accommodate him. He groaned cynically, scaring her. She heard him swear under his breath. 

Second felt like hours when he held her close. His hand hit her clit harshly, sending shudders through her. Her pussy clamped down on him. Not moving, he just felt her tighten around him. She cried out. Pain and pleasure mixed to concoct a lethal dose of ecstasy. She could not lose. 

Pulling back slowly and slamming back was the rhythm he chose. A tortuous rhythm that allowed her to feel this greatest amount of pleasure followed by the pain. He punished her for feeling it. 'Come for me. I know you want it.' His lips nibbled on her earlobe tenderly. 

The slow rising inside her wouldn't be ignored. She wanted to but it wouldn't allow her to. 'Stop I... I can't...' she moaned as he rubbed her clit. 

'You. Will. Be. Mine.' Thrust after delicious thrust made her groan. The chain rattled above her. Her legs were too weak. All the feelings in her body gathered in her pussy. She hung from the ceiling, unable to think about anything but his thrusts. His hot breath on her neck, his animalistic growls, the rough tweaking of her nipples and the constant stimulation of her clot, it all disoriented her mind. Her brain finally lost the battle to her body. 

Each thrust nudged her to the edge. she looked down on the hundred foot drop into hell where she belonged to the Grim Reaper, his slave for eternity. 'Just come for me angel.' He said through clenched teeth. Taking his hand from her red nipple, he held her throat and sped up. No words escaped her lips only grunts and labourer gasps. His cock pulsed and swelled inside her. 

Her stomach clenched. The demon pushed her over the edge. The same horrible feeling you get from falling mixed with hot ecstasy. Her pussy milked his cock, begg for his salty release. 'I fucking own you.' Her blissful release was accompanied with heavy price. His body tensed and his hot cum exploded inside her, coating her walls with his sticky mess. 

Sobs filled the room. Sadness overwhelmed her. Chasity could see her life slip away. Her captor held her throat tight and ran his other hand along her back admiringly. "You belong to me.' His words shut the heavy door on her freedom, locking her in his world. 'I fucking own you.'



Chasity



Given the subject matter of conditioning and mind control—and her occasional whispered questions about whether I thought that She might do those things to me—I became more and more freaked out. In fact at one point I hyperventilated and fainted—for which I was whipped.

Something I hadn’t expected and truly loved (even though it did cause a great deal of discomfort) was my Mistress allowing me to sleep with Her. On the first night of my chastity She had said "Well, I don’t think there’s much chance of you raping me slave—come here" and pulled back the duvet beside her. "If you snore or fidget I will chain you to that wall standing on tiptoe with a weight suspended from your balls slave. Now I want to hug and be hugged, stroke and caress me until I tell you to stop or until I fall asleep."

I did my very best to please Her that night and the following nights—I wasn’ t allowed to touch Her anywhere too intimate. Of course She touched me wherever She pleased—sometimes causing me to whimper softly. I was awoken the this morning by an extremely painful erection—this caused Her a lot of mirth as I begged permission to take a very cold shower.

"Hmmmm... that’s a very good idea slave—make sure you scrub everything nice and clean—don’t worry about the chastity device—it’s rust-proof. Did you know they do a combined inflatable enema syringe/butt-plug addition? I love technology....". And so another day of my slavery began.

Quite a few days after my initial introduction to the power and complete durability of my Mistress’ decision to teach me what it is like to have a fantasy become reality, She must have decided it was time for my "cosy" little world to once more be shaken.

I had become as used to wearing the terrible device as anyone could given that their Mistress was constantly enjoying finding new ways to ensure that the device of my dreams (and not She—as She constantly reminded me) caused me extreme discomfort—sometimes agony.

Add to that my complete lack of either full erection or any form of orgasm for what seemed a lifetime and I think it is pretty obvious how uncomfortable I was feeling—and sorry for myself.

This had brought me into minor conflict on occasion with my Mistress—a little surliness on my part had resulted in a protracted and agonising stint spread-eagled facing the wall as She criss-crossed my back with welts from a single-tailed whip.

Mistress seemed quite unconcerned over my recent misbehaviour saying things like "it’s just a period of adjustment", and "quite understandable—but of course that does not mean it’s forgivable or ignorable", and also "I wouldn’ t want to spoil you or cheat you out of your proper training mike". Sounding almost sympathetic before She spent the next 30 minutes completely ignoring any pleas or cries for mercy. Of course the cock-restraint remained in place almost constantly.

As a result of all this high-pressure high-incentive training I had become extremely wary of showing even the slightest instinctive reaction to any order Mistress might give me—in fact it seemed as time went by that new instincts of servility and total obedience were being deeply imprinted on my psyche.

Today Mistress had told me to expect a "nice surprise"—and then strapped me firmly to a leather chair—my arms behind the back and my knees up high and kept spread wide apart.

She had been toying with my cock for a while—squeezing my balls a little—testing my reactions to see if any self-control had appeared—She seemed woefully disappointed that I still did not have the willpower to avoid the resulting pain of an erection at Her hands. She tutted and made more notes in her files.

A few minutes later there was a knock at the door and a young lady entered carrying a small case.

"Aaah good—mike this is Sandra—she is going to do that tattoo we discussed. Just a moment Sandra—I need to remove his control device."

Mistress unlocked and removed the chastity device and whispered in my ear....

"mike, Sandra can do the teardrop behind your balls and then leave—or you can get an erection from looking at her or being touched by her. If that happens she will also pierce your cock for me and I will have her install a much more permanent form of chastity device. Nod if you understand—do not dare speak."

"He’s all yours Sandra—I shall watch."

A buzzing sound started in my head—then I realised it was Sandra’s tattoo pen—holding dark red ink.... I started thinking about trees and lakes—anything to avoid thinking about Sandra and her hands..... oh no...

The next hour and a half was a most severe test of his self-control—Sandra seemed to take a perverse delight in "rearranging" the position of mike’s "equipment" as she called it. Often.

Mistress had at the start positioned a large mirror such that mike could see everything the was happening—he was also ordered to watch it carefully as any inattention would be rewarded by further attention from Sandra’s needle-pen, along with a later punishment for increasing the cost.

mike watched and tried very hard to externalise his feelings—looking at the still miraculously flaccid penis and balls in the mirror as if they belonged to someone else completely. Then with a shock he realised that that was exactly true now—Mistress had taken possession and ownership and was now ensuring he realised exactly what that meant.

For some reason this truth comforted him and allowed him to ignore most of Sandra’s soft touches—and then the, more irritating, buzzy touches as she began to inscribe Mistress’ indelible mark in his most intimate nether-regions.

mike watched dazedly thinking "No turning back ever—I am owned and marked as such now", biting his lip and feeling a small tear trickle down his face he then gave a small, brave, smile and thought "thank You Mistress ... I love You".

After Sandra had finished her artistry she packed up her tools and went outside with Mistress for a few minutes—all mike could do was lie there staring at the dark red teardrop now adorning his perineal region—"at least Sandra does very artistic work" he thought.

When Mistress returned She seemed quite happy to leave him there to contemplate his new adornment for a while—in fact She reminded him that She had not given permission to look away just yet. About 10 minutes later She came and sat down next to him. She spoke quietly, with a kindness in Her voice.

"I am quite proud of My slave today—I fully expected you to fail My latest test and then I would have had to carry out My promise to have you pierced. Not that it matters of course—one day I shall decide to have you pierced and chained down there anyway I expect. Still you have pleased me today slave."

With that She replaced the tight chastity device around his cock and balls before releasing his legs and arms from their bondage to the chair. mike barely noticed how tight and cold it felt—he was basking in the warmth of Her praise—nothing else existed at that moment.

"Tonight I am going to give You a reward slave—I’m going to fuck you."

mike almost collapsed on the spot as the inevitable erection triggered by Her words forced the tiny spikes deep into his cock.

"Anally of course", she continued barely noticing his agony. "Now do come along mike—we need to clean you up and bathe your mark before bedtime", She said as She strode from the room.

Mistress told me that, although She was very pleased with my earlier performance, She had to guard against becoming too soft or lenient with me.

"To do so", she said, "would be to cheat you of Your deepest desire to become My perfect slave. And incidentally rob me of such a lot of amusement along the way!"

I was then treated to a long list of my faults and recent failures (from Mistress’ copious and ever-present notes). The main among these being: "Far too proud and comfortable with your lot".

Mistress continued, "Now I know that Sandra’s visit has left you a little shaken, and I am enjoying how queasy that’s making you look mike. But I really do think it’s time to take you down a peg or two—demonstrate your inherent lowliness a bit more forcefully".

"Now, since I’ve decided to take your anal virginity tonight sweet slave we need to clean you up—both internally and externally. Go in the bathroom and kneel in the bath mike—I shall be in shortly".

I did as ordered—shaking and feeling very forlorn.

Mistress walked in carrying a number of pipes and bags and a jug of steaming liquid.

"Now mike—this isn’t going to be very pleasant for either of us. But mostly unpleasant for you I’m afraid. What is going to happen is I am going to fill your bowels with hot soapy water—this in turn is going to make you cramp quite a bit and want to empty them. You will of course wait for permission. The first time will be awfully smelly and rather unpleasant. The next 3 times will be less messy—but of course you will also be holding them for progressively longer and longer. The 5th, and possibly final, enema will be held in by a butt-plug and you will be required to go and fetch something from my car. If you lose the plug or have an accident, you won’t be allowed back in here tonight—do I make myself clear?"

Her voice had that undercurrent of steel I had come to fear down to my bones.

"Yes Mistress", I responded quickly.

"Oh and as an added incentive slave—I’m going to video the whole affair—we can show it to some friends of mine one day; while you are serving drinks. I ’m sure they’ll be pleased to tell you how disgusting you look on it."

I shivered and quaked on the cold enamel of the bath as She inserted the nozzle.

"At least You aren’t suffering from one of your erections this time", She smiled...

The next hour and a half was the most disgusting, degrading, demeaning, and unhappy moment of my life.

And, to be honest, Mistress did not seem to be enjoying it much Herself.

As She had predicted the influx of Her hot soapy enema mixture produced an immediate and quite urgent need for me to expel the contents of my bowel—something I had always viewed as extremely private and not be shared with anyone. However, I could tell that my Mistress had decided on Her course of action and I wasn’t about to argue with Her—in fact I was really hoping She would find it disgusting enough to make Her want to change Her mind. Of course She read my mind....

"I know what you’re thinking slave. Yes, you are right—this is not My idea of fun—in fact seeing You like this and having to smell You too is quite revolting. But You know me better than to think I shall allow mere revolting smells to spoil my schedule for your training. Think yourself lucky that it’ s just me here watching you mike, I may soon decide to concentrate more on the humiliation side of your training—break down that wall of pride I detect still lurking in there. Are you feeling uncomfortable yet?"

I nodded my head—not daring to speak.

"Answer me slave—describe how it feels!", She flicked my balls with her crop.

"Sorry Ma’am! It feels horrible Mistress—I feel as if I want to shit, and I’ m so full—it hurts and I’m having a lot of trouble holding it—it comes in great clenching waves!!....", my voice was wavering and rose as another cramp started.

"Don’t you dare even think about letting a single drop escape until I tell you it may—mike. Can you hear how silly you sound? Such a baby—I want a man for a slave mike—now suffer bravely or I’ll give you more than you bargained for!"

I could hear the steel behind Her words and bit my lips and concentrated on clenching my buttocks tightly shut. She noticed this and gave them a few—almost playful—slaps. I emitted a soft stifled moan.

"You may walk—walk mind—to the lavatory and expel into the bowl. It’s going to be nasty this first one mike—don’t flush—I want you to see how messy you are inside—how dirty you are."

After an age of straining and emptying myself She had me kneel and gaze upon what had been inside me....

"I am going to cleanse from your mind all the bad non-submissive, selfish thoughts you have mike—just as I am cleansing your body. Be warned mike—I am not beyond using the products of your body to punish any disobedience—just think about that fact as you look at them."

After a few seconds I was ordered to stand in the shower as She used the cold shower to hose me down—I then had to repeat my kneeling position and await the next treatment....

Each time it was repeated I had to hold the liquid inside a little longer—each time the result was horrendous cramping in my gut and a feeling of shame and weakness to be seen before my Mistress in this way. She used subtle phrasings to make me feel ashamed—yet also She gave me hope that, through obedience to Her, I would one day be a worthy possession to be proud of. That single thought kept me going...

The last filling was much larger than the earlier ones—I was effectively completely clean inside by now and, as soon as the enema bag was emptied, Mistress pushed a black rubber plug inside me and used a small attachment to inflate it—She pulled it a couple of times to ensure it wouldn’t pop out and that the seal was adequate then had me kneel on the cold bathroom floor...

"mike, how long you keep that plug in—and endure the cramps—will depend on how well You obey my orders this evening. Any hesitations or questions will lengthen the time considerably. do you understand?"

I answered in a clear, slightly strained voice (the first cramps had started), "Yes Mistress!".

"Good boy—now clean up the bathroom and report to Me in the lounge in 15 minutes—this had better be a spotless room when I next use it mike is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress", I said already quaking at the possibility of having to hold the enema and work for the next 15 minutes.

"I shall be deciding on your next task mike—I wonder what I shall do next..."

She left the bathroom chuckling happily ... I set to work.

15 minutes later I was to be found kneeling—in obvious discomfort—at my Mistress’ feet.

"Stop squirming mike!! It will just take that much longer if you can’t behave properly."

She walked around me—prodding me with her shoe—lifting my balls from behind me and watching me uneasiness as the combination of cramping bowels became mixed up with the beginnings of penile torment from Her chastity device.

"My you are in a pickle aren’t you mike? ... I said ‘aren’t you’!"

"Oh! ... sorry Ma’am—yes Mistress. Please Mistress, please let me empty my bowels soon Ma’am—please."

"Be quiet—only answer my direct questions slave. Unless you wish me to order you to empty them in the main hotel lobby perhaps?"

I kept very still and quiet—I’d been sobbing while cleaning the bathroom—worrying about the next phase as well as having to suffer the ignoble feelings of the intense cramps... My worst nightmares were all coming true it seemed.

"I have an alternative option for You mike. You can dress in these shorts and t-shirt and go to My car and retrieve a package from the seat. There are 3 packages there—you must choose one of them. One contains my strap-on cock, it’s 9" long and much thicker than yours used to be when I allowed it to grow. Another holds a set of acupuncture needles I’ve been dying to try on someone—you know how interested I am in all forms of alternative medicine. I ’ve often wondered if I could deaden Your cock temporarily—perhaps even permanently... testing its effectiveness might be fun too.... The third is the mystery prize—for me at least."

She paused for a few seconds—time seemed to be running like treacle from a jar—except in side my bowels where an express train was circling an endless tunnel.... She looked at me and smiled—noting how She had timed exactly when my cramps had been about to start again.

"Now mike, I want you to take these keys and return with one unopened package. Do NOT tamper with any of the packages—just choose one and return with it. You have as long as you wish to decide—but remember that the plug stays in until after you return. Somehow I don’t think you will dawdle somehow. Whichever package you return with will decide what happens later slave. Exciting isn’t it?"

"Yes Mistress", I replied as enthusiastically as I was able.

"You may go now slave."

Mistress then walked into the bathroom laughing softly and left me standing there.... I dressed as She had indicated I may (the shorts were very tight and bulged over the chastity and plug) and went to look for Her car... realising that it was too late to ask Her where it was parked...

As I walked in search of my Mistress’ car, rather uncomfortably pausing now and then to let a cramp pass, I considered how much my life had changed and how strange it would seem to others.

Here was I, a married 44 year old man. Someone who had previously been considered fairly dominant in his dealing with other people. Now caught in a web of domination and humiliation by a much younger Mistress from whom not only could I not escape, but, apart from at the height of some torment or other, I did not even wish to consider escaping or being allowed to have back my freedom.

I thought about this more as I made my way around the car park—noticing how much stronger the cramps were becoming each time; and how firmly in place the plug had been positioned.

"I am really Her slave—I actually do not have any chance of changing that. Even if I could I wouldn’t want to—I have become dependent not only on Her praise and love, but also upon her control, training, and punishment."

I should have thought beforehand what sort of effect thinking such thoughts would have upon my tightly restricted penis. I was immediately rewarded by simultaneous agonies in my cock, balls and bowels. I sank to the ground whispering, "Thank You Ma’am" under my breath and really meaning it.

As I sat there recovering I noticed Her car parked a short distance away from me in a dark corner of the underground car park.

"At last"

I climbed back to my feet and staggered over to it—holding my hands to my bloated lower abdomen. Fumbling a bit I managed to find the right key and open up the passenger side door. On the seat, as She had described, there were three parcels—each about the same size as the others—all wrapped in brown paper and tied with string.

"So what do I do now?", I thought aloud, "No matter what I choose my evening and night is without a doubt going to be filled with terror, self-loathing, and possibly a great amount of pain....". I stood there filled with indecision until, possibly prompted by a new bout of stabbing pains in my gut, I realised what this part of my lesson was. It was like a light being switched on inside my head...

"Aaaaahhh!! Of course! ‘It doesn’t matter what you choose—only that you obey and embrace Her consequences’—that’s so brilliant!"

I dawdled but a few seconds, then picked up one of the parcels and headed for the garage door into the hotel. It was locked.

"Shit!", I muttered—and was immediately rewarded with an agreement from my bowel, "I’ll have to go up the garage ramp and through the hotel foyer .... dressed like this.... oh well if I don’t get back soon I shall be punished with more than just.... oowowowowow! ... damn cramps are getting faster!!! I better hurry"

I walked as fast as I could up the garage ramp towards the outside of the hotel—extremely conscious of my bloated guts, bulges in crotch and ass.... feeling miserable yet hanging on to my revelation about the nature of Mistress’ genius in Her methods of training me; like a holy icon....

I hoped She was going to be pleased with me—I hoped the package didn’t contain something too terrifying... I hoped... I hoped She would keep on loving me....

I took a deep breath and prepared for my re-entry into the hotel and my fate....

Getting from the underground car-park back to Mistress’ room was a nightmare. I kept having to stop and wait for cramps to abate—they were getting stronger each time and the delay between them was gradually decreasing too. I was getting very worried that I would end up in a constantly cramped and doubled over state soon.




Chasity



Eventually, after a few very embarrassing encounters with other guests and what seemed to be far too helpful staff I arrived back at the room. Knowing how must Mistress likes outward displays of my submission and fear I decided it would be advisable to kneel outside the door and knock—then wait until She allowed me to enter.

I knelt on the threshold and knocked then picked up the parcel and held it before me with head bowed as if delivering a tribute to my Goddess... which in effect was completely true.

Mistress was in no hurry to answer the door and kept me there for a few minutes (during which a number of guests walked by—but I was far beyond worrying what they might think of me). When She finally answered I breathed a sigh of relief. She stood there for a second looking down at me—then saying nothing took the package from my fingers and closed the door again. I continued to kneel and wait—for another agonising ten minutes.

The door then swung open and my Mistress’ voice was audible from behind it... "mike I want you to close Your eyes—crawl into the bathroom and close the door behind you. You may then open your eyes—disrobe and remove the butt-plug—extremely carefully if I were you. You may then expel your bowel contents and take a shower to clean yourself up. After the shower kneel with your forehead pressed to the floor and await my summons. Do it now slave."

I did exactly as ordered and wasted no time in positioning myself onto the toilet. The next set of cramps began almost immediately and my bowels spasmed and writhed as they emptied themselves of their liquid contents. When I had finished I looked into the bowl and noticed that Mistress had been most efficient in her earlier cleansing of my insides—there was hardly anything nasty left at all. I then took a nice hot shower—cleaning very carefully around the edges of the tight chastity device and paying close attention to the tiny sore indentations on my cock (the one’s I could get to anyway).

I was then left to kneel for about 15 minutes on the cold tiles with my head down and bottom up quite high—a good (if boring) test of my endurance I suspect.

The door opened slowly.

"Close your eyes again slave and crawl into the bedroom—climb up onto the bed and kneel there in the same position. Quickly!"

I crawled as instructed and felt myself brush past a warm leg—followed immediately by a stinging correction to my course from Her crop.

As I kneeled on the bed Mistress pulled my arms straight back and fastened my left wrist ring to my left ankle ring then did the same on the other side. She then tied ropes around my bent knees and used them to pull apart and immobilise my legs. Finally She tied a rope from my collar to the head of the bed and put a belt around my waist which must have been attached to a pulley in the ceiling. She used to pulley to take some of my weight and to pull back toward the bottom of the bed; applying tension in all the other restraints. I was totally immobilised and helpless.

She whispered close to my ear.

"You are going to be My slut tonight mike—I have my strap-on here, already between my legs—I’ve been playing with it while You were in the bathroom..... I’m already very horny and I want to fuck You so badly..."

I could feel her hot breath on my cheek—the tone of her voice was making the hairs on the nape of my neck rise. I’d never heard so much lust and power in Her voice before...

"I’m going to take your virginity, both your mouth and your anus, as you’ve longed to be allowed to touch mine my little slave-slut.... before tonight is through I will have made you beg Me to fuck you—beg Me to take you again and again... beg Me to use you as My slut... and of course throughout all of this, like any good slave-slut, you will only experience the pleasure I give you—which means that this..." She tapped the chastity device where it encased my balls, "...stays on."

I felt Her get off the bed then—and waited in a complete dread terror for Her next move. I wanted to scream—but dare not—struggle mightily against my bonds—but dare not still—I wanted to cry and beg for mercy—but I knew that She would punish such weakness. So I waited...

"I think I’ll warm you up a little first—give you a small demonstration of what will happen if your reactions displease Me tonight mike..."

I closed my eyes and tensed subconsciously as I heard the first whistling stroke of the cane arc towards me.... then I screamed...

"Save your strength slave—you’re going to need it." Was the only sympathy She gave me...

As ever, Mistress did not rush or stint in any way her treatment. She was going to be extremely thorough and ensure that I would remember this lesson for an extremely long time indeed.

I knelt there—totally immobilised, unable to move more than a few inches in any direction, as She wielded Her cane to devastating effect. During a few brief lucid moments I realised how much control and care She was applying in Her strokes. She was being extraordinarily careful not to irreparably damage Her property...

Unfortunately for me that didn’t mean She was avoiding the most painful areas of impact—She seemed to have an instinctive grasp of just how hard an impact each point on my body could take.... I was reduced to a sobbing, begging, mewling wreck in short order.

"mike", she whispered in my ear during a brief respite from this torture, "I do not expect you to be able think straight or control your tongue during these moments My slave. But you should consider what you are saying My love—you try to promise Me things I already have, beg Me to do or not do things when you know I shall do as I please with you mike. Just remember mike—You are My property now—anything I wish to do to you I shall do. Begging Me will most probably just anger Me in some way and increase your torment at My hands..."

With that She struck my backside three cruel blows with Her cane. All three were exceedingly vicious—far worse than anything I’d ever had to endure before. On the first I tried to control my outcry and succeeded in producing only a muffled whimper and choked off sob. On the second (which was exactly parallel and only millimetres from the first) my cry was louder and less controlled—the sob had become a short shriek. The third equi-spaced stroke left me wracked by sobs and trying desperately not to beg Her for mercy again.

She threw down Her cane and stalked from the room saying, "This is going to take longer than I had hoped mike. I will return shortly and You will come to believe that I am very serious about this. Very serious indeed."

All I could do was remain as positioned—trembling, crying, shaking—almost pissing myself with fear and burning pains from the lines that now covered my body. Was all that had happened to me so far merely just a foretaste of Her true power? I pondered how much worse things could get for me ... and knew—coldly deep in my heart—that I would have to work very hard to become Her true slave or I would certainly find out.

Kneeling there and hurting so much I had plenty of time to worry about what my Mistress was planning next. She had already warned me that She was going to take my anal virginity tonight. Given all that She had put me through I was tempted to almost look forward to that—until I remembered that She would most probably not do just that and my ordeal would not end straight after it.

In fact it had been so long since I could last remember myself not hurting or being teased and tortured in some I was starting to realise that an integral part of Mistress’ training regime was aimed at forcing me to realise that—as Her slave—I would never again be free from such indignities—I was to be kept on edge, aroused and in pain—for as long as She found such treatment of me to be amusing and arousing.

From what I could tell so far She was nowhere near to becoming bored with using me in this fashion—in fact She seemed to be enjoying it more and more, become more versatile and ingenious in Her choice of torments as the days went on....

At that moment I heard the room door open and my Mistress walked in—followed by 3 other people; 2 women and a man. All the strangers were dressed as slaves and they carried various items of equipment—some of it was video equipment; other items looked like whips and paddles. I panicked a little and started to struggle against my bondage. This earned me a resounding slap on my inner thigh and another on my right buttock.

"Keep still slave—don’t you dare show Me up in front of my subs! mike I’d like to introduce You to My subs—paul, isabelle and marie—they are here to help Me tonight. They are also here to witness what it is to be a real slave and to video your reactions tonight for My amusement and possible web publication.

OK subs—setup the lighting and video equipment—make sure the sound levels are adjusted to cope with both whispers and loud screams."

While they were working Mistress talked quietly to me, "There’s no need to panic mike—you have to understand sometime that your service to Me does not entitle you to any privacy. I also have an idea that humiliation in front of others will also become a useful tool in My training of you..."

"All ready subs? ..... I said All Ready Subs!!?"

The three subs quickly knelt before Her and said together, "Yes Ma’am".

"Come over here then and let Me show you all how I have prepared My slave for his deflowering...."

For the next 10 minutes Mistress showed the 3 subs exactly how I had been immobilised upon Her bed—the places that She had whipped and caned my body. She also showed them the ever-present chastity device tightly encasing my penis and balls and allowed them to touch and feel my most intimate places—my weals and bruises—my balls and nipples were prodded and pinched causing me to wiggle and squeal....

"Stop now subs—fun time for you is over. Go and attend to your equipment—I shall punish any bad photography or mistakes in tonight’s recording."

"Now mike—I am going to fuck you My love—first with a quite small dildo to get you opened up and lubricated nicely—then with a thicker one, for quite a long time—and finally with a very large one that vibrates against My clitoris. This will of course mean that I shall most probably be fucking you very hard towards the end. It’s OK if you cry mike... in fact I insist upon it My love."

She paused and thought for a second, "Oh, and by the way, paul is bi—if you displease Me by fainting or something I shall allow him to use you—he hasn’t been allowed to cum for 2 weeks now. Might be interesting...."

She stood up and ordered marie to lubricate my anus while She strapped on Her first cock. marie did her task coolly and quite dispassionately, except that she did seem to wiggle her finger around inside me far more than I thought was necessary—I kept still and quiet not wishing to distract or anger my Mistress.

Mistress waited a few seconds—stroking my hair, while marie went and washed her hands. Then She knelt up on the bed behind me.

"Such a sweet ass you have my slave-boy. So cute and vulnerable, and so beautifully marked with all those parallel lines of red fire...." During Her monologue Mistress was stroking my bottom—gently squeezing my cock and balls inside the chastity device—running Her sharp nails over the sensitive skin between my anus and my balls. I was shivering with a combination of fear and lust—my cock was on fire held tightly inside it’s spiked constriction and I was ready to beg Her to fuck me—if only She would fuck me—I needed to feel Her taking me now—I was Hers completely... this last act of total domination of my mind and body was setting a seal to my fate forever... No wonder She wanted it on videoooOOOOOO!!! My last daydream thought was interrupted by Mistress pushing Her cock inside me to the hilt in one greased thrust.... all I could think was "Oh my!!! This is the thinnest one!!!?" and swallow nervously as She started to move gracefully—urgently, in and out, in and out, in and out...... not hurrying—so implacable—irresistible and demanding of my total unwavering attention -- very like my Mistress....

A long boring description of my defloration at the hands of my Mistress would not, I think, be appropriate here. If You are truly interested ask Her for the URL where She has published it. Suffice to say that She was Her usual extremely thorough and demanding self.

As I had surmised during Her warm-up—the act of fucking me was only a stage in a much more complex—structured—scenario designed to deepen my submission and harden my conditioning as Her total, unconditionally submissive and absolute slave.

The highlights I remember consciously and have been expected to watch over and over on the video are those most humiliating to what remains of my old male ego. Such scenes as the moments when I stopped looking as though I was being raped and started to push back onto Her dildo with lust in my eyes—the times when I actually begged Her out loud to fuck me harder and deeper. The moments when She said She would grant my wish if I would beg to suck paul’s cock for Her..... and the not very many minutes later when I did just that...

(I can feel my blushes even now ... but She did fuck me harder and deeper...)

The most surprising moment for me was when I had an orgasm with no-one touching my cock—from just my Mistress’ fucking me—it was so totally different from any sensation I had ever experienced before that I was totally oblivious to the pain that the throbbing of my cock against the KTB spikes must have been causing me. Until afterwards of course—then it hurt like hell.

Afterwards, Mistress ordered that the video’s should keep running as She undid and removed my bonds -- all of them—and they watched as I got off the bed and promptly collapsed in a heap of total exhaustion. I was unconscious at the time, but the video caught a beautiful moment of true tenderness as Mistress knelt beside me and held me for a few moments before having Her subs lift me up onto Her bed and cover me up. They say I slept for 18 hours.... and that She watched over me for all of them.

I knew before this all began that She loved me—now I know how deeply She loves me and how totally under Her control of love, pain, terror, and devotion I am now.

I am Hers forever... She knows that... She has always known that... the difference is that now I truly believe it in my soul. I also know that She will keep on with my training and amusing Herself with my torments—while that isn’t something I am eager for ... I know I need it badly nevertheless. To please Her is so important.

***THE END***