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Sabrina's Submission Ch. 01

By: Cyberdiva68



It had been a long day and Sabrina was tired. She'd had to stay late to finish a project that her boss suddenly required by the morning, which was typical! Feeling slightly rebellious, she decided to do something she rarely did. A couple of drinks wouldn't hurt and besides, there was only tomorrow to get through before it was the weekend. She didn't even have to worry about drink driving as she had decided to walk to work that morning as part of her fitness regime.

Although not a vain person, Sabrina was proud of her figure. Standing at 5'9 tall, she had a firm statuesque figure, one that used to be called hourglass in the days before supermodels made being stick thin cool. She had a bust that most women would die for and generous hips with a slim waist rounding off the effect. Pair that with dark red hair that almost glowed when the sun hit it and fell below her shoulders in shining waves, together with startling emerald green eyes, and she was a women who turned heads. Maybe that was the trouble, she thought to herself. Maybe that's why I don't get many men expressing an interest. Oh sure they stare at me, but very few have the courage to actually come up to me and talk! She was still mulling these circumstances over when she walked into a bar that was situated just down the street from where she worked.

She paused as she entered the bar, looking around to find a table. To her dismay it seemed as if all the tables were occupied. She would have no choice but to sit at the bar or find another place. Deciding she was too tired to make the effort to move on, she walked towards the bar, where, as luck would have it, there was one stool left. Sliding her pencil skirt slightly up her legs so that she could sit comfortably on the high stool, she gestured to attract the bar tender's attention. When he came over she ordered a Bacardi & coke and settled down to wait for her drink.

Slowly she became aware of the man sat next to her, who was making no effort to hide the fact he was trying to see down the front of her silk blouse. Catching her eye, he winked and suggestively said "how about you and me taking that drink somewhere private?" 

Drawing herself up to her full height, Sabrina stared at the man and icily said "Whatever gives you the idea I would want to associate myself with you?"

The man's face flushed an ugly shade of purple and he grabbed her wrist, twisting it painfully. Tears stung her eyes as she gasped in pain & shock at the unexpectedness of his actions. Suddenly the man's grip loosened as a strong hand reached around from behind her and clamped down on his fingers. "The lady said she doesn't want you bothering her," a deep voice said from behind. "Now I suggest you find somewhere else to be, before I decide to take things further!" 

With a snarl on his face, but nevertheless making a move towards the door, the man reluctantly left. "Wise decision," the deep voice murmured.

Sabrina turned around to thank her rescuer and found herself staring up into a pair of steel blue eyes, set into a strong face complete with firmly chiselled jaw. "Thank you," she said. "I'm not usually so blunt with strangers. I guess I'm more tired than I thought I was!"

"Not a problem," the stranger said. "By the way, my name's Michael." He looked at her closely, frowned slightly and said "you look like you could do with a drink!"

Smiling shakily Sabrina replied that she had already ordered, and just at that moment, the bartender arrived with her drink.

"Please, allow me to pay for that," Michael said with a smile. "It's not often I get to rescue a damsel in distress!"

Sabrina had to laugh. She hadn't heard anything that corny in years. "Alright," she said, "Just as long as you promise not to say anything that old fashioned for the rest of the evening!" She winked as she said it, to let him know that she meant it as a joke.

"Ah, you've found my weakness!" Michael exclaimed, "but I promise, no more corn for the rest of the evening!"

Smiling, Sabrina took a sip of her drink, relishing the cool taste of the rum swirling around her mouth. However, her wrist was beginning to throb and she looked down to see an angry red mark forming.

"If you don't mind my saying, you should probably run that under some cold water to ease the pain," Michael suggested. "Don't worry," he said when Sabrina hesitated, "I'll make sure your drink's still here when you get back!"

As her wrist throbbed again, Sabrina decided it might be wise to follow his advice and made her way to the bathroom, where she ran her wrist under the tap for a couple of minutes. After splashing some water on her face to freshen up she made her way back out to the bar, to find Michael chatting amiably with the bartender. He rose to meet her and handed her back onto her stool. "Feeling better?" he asked, with concern showing in his eyes.

"Much" Sabrina replied. 

Soon they were deeply engaged in conversation. Michael turned out to be widely travelled and entertained her with stories about his travels. One drink turned into two, and before she knew it, her watch was reading 10pm. "I have to go", she said. "My boss expects me in by 8am tomorrow!"

"Well, it was very nice meeting you Sabrina," Michael replied. "I hope we can meet again soon."

"I'd like that very much!" she said smiling up at him. She made to get down from the stool and suddenly the room swam. "Oh dear!" she said, putting her hand to her head, "I think maybe I shouldn't have drunk alcohol when I was so tired!"

"Are you ok?" Michael asked, frowning.

"Sure," she replied, but then swayed again.

"That does it!" Michael exclaimed. "I'm taking you home!"

Sabrina weakly tried to protest, but was really feeling too woozy to do anything but cling to him as he walked her out of the bar. "My car is just around the corner" he told her. "Hang on for a few more minutes." 

By the time they reached his car, Sabrina was trembling violently and clinging to Michael to stay upright. Opening the passenger door, Michael lowered her gently into the seat and fastened her seatbelt. The last thing she remembered before passing out completely was the sound of his car starting and vaguely wondering how he knew where she lived, as she hadn't told him where to go.

Sabrina slowly opened her eyes to pitch darkness. Her mouth felt very dry and her head was pounding. "God, what a hangover!" she thought, putting her hand to her head. At least, that's what she tried to do. With rising panic she realised that she couldn't move her hands. They were attached to something above her head. Her legs had been similarly restrained. 

All of a sudden she heard voices. "You played your part admirably, as usual" she heard Michael's voice say. "Your usual fee, in cash, as per our agreement". 

"My pleasure!" growled another voice which she was startled to recognise as belonging to the man who had accosted her in the bar. "I would enjoy seeing you break that one! Far too high & mighty!"

"That's as maybe" Michael's voice replied, as cold as ice, "but your services are no longer required."

Sabrina trembled violently as she suddenly realised the seriousness of her situation. Futilely, she struggled against her restraints, but whatever had been used held her far too tightly for her to do anything. Still, she continued until she was panting from exertion and a slight sheen of sweat covered her body.

Suddenly she froze as a growing beam of light indicated that the door to wherever she was being held was opened. She gasped as the light from the doorway illuminated the room in which she was being held. There were no windows to be seen and there were hooks and rings set into the walls, ceiling and floor. A number of strange items of furniture were arranged around the room and she realised that she had been chained to a padded table.

Michael walked into the room and stood staring down at her. No longer smiling, his eyes roved over her body in a cold appraisal.

"What are you doing? Why have you brought me here?" Sabrina cried.

"Silence!" Michael commanded. "You are here because I decided I wanted you and you will learn that whatever I want I get! From now on you will speak only when told to do so. You exist for my pleasure and will do whatever I tell you to do, whenever I tell you to do it!"

"Like hell I wil,l" Sabrina spat. "I'd rather die!"

A cruel gleam entered Michael's eyes. "You may well wish you had by the time I finish with you, if you don't learn to obey me!" he growled. "Your training starts now. For a start you are wearing inappropriate clothes." 

Moving across the room he opened a drawer and took out a knife. The blade gleamed as he held it to the light and Sabrina shrank away in fear. Slowly Michael advanced towards her and lowered the knife to her abdomen. With a swift motion he had inserted the knife under the waistband of her skirt and quickly ripped upwards, the material fell away to either side of her hips as it parted. Trailing the knife tip up her waist he again inserted it under her blouse and ripped upwards. The material parted up the centre leaving her bra exposed. Then he applied the knife again to each of the shoulders and the blouse fell away completely. 

By now Sabrina was rigid with fear. Michael reversed the blade and gently traced a line around her neck and down between her breasts. Despite herself, Sabrina felt her body responding. Before she could take a breath, Michael had suddenly reversed the knife once again and swiftly cut through the front of her bra and both shoulder straps. As had the blouse before, the bra fell away completely, exposing her breasts. There was a slight draft in the room and her nipples stiffened in response. 

His eyes gleaming with appreciation, Michael now moved the knife slowly and lightly back down between Sabrina's breasts towards her briefs. Closing her eyes, she knew what was coming next. Sure enough, with two swift strokes either side of her hips, she felt her briefs part company.

Moving his hand slowly between her legs, Michael reached down and pulled her briefs out from under her, making sure to feel her pussy as he did so. To her embarrassment, she was starting to get wet.

"You bastard!" she hissed, trying valiantly to defy him.

His expression hardened. "I told you that you will not speak unless spoken to. If you cannot obey a simple order then I will have to take measures and you will be punished!" 

With that, he turned on his heel and strode back towards the drawers from which he had taken the knife. As he replaced the knife in the drawer, he took something else out and moved swiftly back to where Sabrina was restrained. Her eyes widened as she saw that he was holding some sort of hood and a wide leather collar.

"I can see that you have not yet realised your situation," Michael said chillingly. "This room is completely sound proof and I can do whatever I want without interruptions. It is time you realise you will obey me. You have no choice. You are my slave and this is the symbol of your servitude." 

With that he grabbed her by the hair with one hand and raised her head, whilst the other slipped the collar around her throat. With a click, the locking mechanism built into the collar activated and the collar fit snugly. "There!" Michael stated. "Now you are properly attired. You will no longer be allowed to wear clothes unless I wish you to and you will only wear what I tell you to wear. You are to obey me in all things!"

He reached for the hood and Sabrina's eyes widened. Then he stopped and looked at her consideringly. "Hmm, maybe not," he murmured, "I think you need to see what is about to be done so that you can fully appreciate what is to be done to you!"

With that, Michael strode back to the drawers once more. This time, however, he rolled out a metal trolley that had been concealed behind the drawers. Sabrina couldn't quite see what lay on the trolley and shivered in apprehension. Michael rolled the trolley down to the end of the table and Sabrina could hear something click. All of a sudden she could feel her legs being pulled apart – the table must have been made to split apart! Finally, when her legs had been stretched as wide as they would go, she heard two more clicks, as Michael obviously locked the table sections into place. She was now completely exposed and unable to do anything about it!

Michael took something from the table and all of a sudden Sabrina could feel a warm, sticky substance covering her crotch, from front to back. Then with a firm hand, Michael smoothed what felt like material over the front of her pussy. A sudden, agonising pain shot through Sabrina as he swiftly yanked the material away and she realised that the substance must be wax! He repeated his action over and over again, each time sending shockwaves through her body until she felt she could stand no more! He worked his way methodically from front to back until he was sure that she was completely smooth everywhere. Then he looked at her. 

"From now on you will keep yourself smooth at all times! I require my slaves to be naked in every way. If I find even the trace of hair, you will be punished!" 

Then Sabrina felt more warm liquid running over her pussy, but this time it was oily. Michael made sure to rub this into her pussy thoroughly and she was dismayed to feel herself responding. He worked his way backwards, inserting his finger between her folds and up inside her, distributing the oil thoroughly. Then she tensed. He had not finished! He was now rubbing more oil around her back passage and suddenly she felt his finger invading her.

"No," she cried, "don't. I don't want that!"

"How many times do I have to tell you that what you want no longer matters!" Michael hissed. You will do as I say!" 

Angry now, Michael turned and once again picked up something from the trolley. Sabrina tensed as she felt a pad being inserted underneath her, raising her hips from the table. Before she could draw breath to protest or wonder what was going to happen next, she felt something cold and metallic forced into her pussy. As she drew breath to gasp, she felt to her horror, something pushing against her hole, firmly and without relinquishing pressure until she felt she was going to be ripped apart! She realised what had happened. Michael had inserted something into both her pussy and her anus! She tried with all her might to expel the unwanted objects. Frowning down at her Michael paused. 

"It seems that you still have not learned to obey. Very well, you have asked for this!" 

Swiftly he reached once again to the trolley and picked up a strange leather combination. He fastened the thinner part around her waist until it was snug, then reached underneath and pulled the wider part through her legs and fastened it to the front with a padlock. The wide leather covered both her holes and there was now no way she could expel anything.

Tears were by now leaking from Sabrina's eyes and running down her face. As she stared up at him Michael looked down at her and said "now it is time for you to learn your place!"

With that he fiddled with something at in the middle of the table and Sabrina suddenly felt electrical pulses start to run though both her pussy and her anus. No matter how she tried to squirm away, she could not avoid the sensations. Michael just stood there looking down at her as she writhed on the table below him. Her face started to flush and a sheen of sweat started to coat her skin as despite herself, her body moved slowly and inexorably towards climax. Just when she thought she was going to tip over the edge into orgasm, everything shut down and she was left panting and aching for release. Michael looked at her reactions and laughed softly. 

"Oh no, my slave," he said. "You will not be allowed to cum until I say you can! This machine has been designed to gauge your reactions and cut off just before you reach your peak. This will continue until you have learnt obedience and recognised that I am your master!" 

With that the vibrations began again and laughing Michael turned on his heel and walked towards the door. Pausing at the doorframe, he looked back at Sabrina, helpless on the table. "Enjoy!" he said, and laughing he turned around switched off the light and closed the door behind him, leaving Sabrina helpless and bound in the darkness.

Exhausted and disoriented, Sabrina had lost track of all time. Repeatedly, she had been brought to the brink of orgasm, only for everything to shut down completely, leaving her desperately craving release. Her body was coated with sweat and she could no longer stop the tremors that were constantly running through her body. Finally, a shaft of light indicated that the door was once again opening and a figure stood silhouetted in the doorway. Michael had returned.

Striding over to the table where she lay bound and exhausted, he coolly ran his eyes over her body, nodding slightly to himself as her saw the state she was in. He flicked off the switch and finally the vibrations died away.

"I trust understand the situation now?" he asked.

Too tired to speak, Sabrina simply nodded. 

"Not good enough slave! When I ask you a question I expect you to answer!" 

Reaching down, his fingers pinched her right nipple and twisted hard. Sabrina cried out in pain. "Yes!" she gasped. 

"Not good enough slave" he said and reached down to repeat the process on her left nipple. Again she cried out in agony. "What did I tell you? You will always address me as master!"

"Yes Master!" Sabrina cried, tears streaming down her face.

"That's better," said Michael, "But I think my slave needs a constant reminder." 

Once again he moved to the trolley and picked something up from it. 

"You will be wearing these until you can demonstrate you have truly learnt obedience," he told Sabrina, holding a pair of nipple clamps in front of her. 

Wide eyed she moaned as once again he pinched her right nipple, flicking it painfully and squeezing until despite her exhaustion, the nipple started to become erect. Swiftly, before Sabrina had time to open her mouth in protest, Michael attached the clamp and started to tighten it, not stopping until it had pinched so tightly closed that the nipple had almost formed an hour glass. 

"Please, I can't bear it!" Sabrina sobbed.

"Slave you will learn that what you can and can't bear holds no interest for me" Michael said menacingly, and proceeded to flick & squeeze her left nipple until once again it too was erect. Again with no mercy, he tightened the second clamp until her left nipple formed the same shape as the right. The pain was indescribable, a constant throb which she could not escape.

Dimly Sabrina perceived that Michael had changed. No longer was he wearing shirt and slacks, but was instead dressed in a black silk robe. She shuddered to think what this might signify.

"Now slave, it is time to demonstrate how well you have learnt your first lesson," Michael told her. 

Reaching down beside the table he pressed a switch and Sabina could feel the apparatus sinking lower and wondered what was in store for her next. When the table had reached the desired height Michael stopped it and looked down at Sabrina.

"Slave, you are being trained to accommodate my every need. I am already seeing to it that you will service me with both your pussy and your ass. Now you must demonstrate that your mouth will service me equally well." 

He frowned down at her. 

"I warn you, failure to come up to my expectations will result in severe punishment. You have already incurred my displeasure and I will be ensuring a suitable punishment will be meted out later. For now all you need to know is that if I am not satisfied with your performance, you will regret it, so I urge you to do your best!"

Sabrina stared up at him wide-eyed. He was demanding things of her that she had always resisted, first by inserting a vibrator into her virgin back passage and now insisting that she perform oral sex on him! Never had she been more humiliated, but she was too tired to resist as he released the front of his robe and stood over her. Now she understood why the table had been lowered. It was now just at the right height for him to push his cock against her mouth.


Sabrina's Submission Ch. 01



Hesitantly, she opened her mouth and he plunged his cock inside. 

"Well slave," he said, "I expect you to work hard. I warn you, I am not easy to pleasure and if you do not make me cum you will regret it!" 

With tears rolling down her cheeks Sabrina tentatively licked his cock. 

"Not good enough!" he said. "I warn you if you cannot do better than this, you will be severely punished!" 

Closing her eyes Sabrina took a deep breath and started working her tongue up and down his shaft, trying to keep a firm pressure on at all times. 

"Better, slave. I think you are starting to get the idea but you need to work harder." 

Desperately, Sabrina increased the rhythm, swirling her tongue around the tip and then moving back down towards the base. Acting on pure instinct, she flicked her tongue along the line dividing his balls and was rewarded by her master's intake of breath. Encouraged, she repeated the process, working her way up and down the shaft, frantically trying to vary the technique to increase sensations. Slowly her master's cock started to stiffen. Again Sabrina increased the speed and rhythm of her tongue. Suddenly Michael grabbed her hair and plunged his cock deep down her throat. Sabrina almost choked. 

"You will take me down as deep as I want to go!" he told her, never once relinquishing his grip on her hair. 

He withdrew slightly and then once again rammed back deep into her throat. Desperately Sabrina breathed through her nose, trying not to gag at the unaccustomed invasion. Again and again Michael thrust into her, seeming to go deeper each time. Sabrina had no choice but to accommodate him as best she could. Finally he gripped her head and rammed deep into her throat, spilling his seed as he did so. Sabrina almost choked, longing to spit out what had just been deposited in her mouth. Michael seemed to know what she was thinking. 

"If you do not swallow what your master has just so generously given you, you will wish you hadn't been born!" he threatened. 

Hopelessly, Sabrina closed her eyes and swallowed the warm salty liquid that her master had ejaculated.

"Well I think at last my slave might be realising her true station!" Michael drawled. "You will now clean me off and I do not want to see a trace left," he instructed.

Her will to fight beaten finally into submission, Sabrina did what her master instructed, not stopping until she was sure not a scrap of his cum remained.

"Good slave" Michael said. "However, since it took so long for you to obey your master, you will have to be punished!"

Sabrina's eyes flew open in shock! What had she just endured if not punishment?

Seeing her reaction, Michael laughed softly. "Oh no, my slave," he said reading her reaction correctly. "That was and is not punishment. That was a demonstration to reinforce your situation here. I will expect you to perform daily until I am happy with your progress!"

With that he swiftly bent and detached her ankles from the table, but before she could even think about kicking out at him, they had been reattached to a pair of rings set into the floor which ensured her legs were spread wide. Then he pulled a hook on an extendible cord down from the ceiling, detached her wrists from the table and again reattached them together but this time with a short length of chain, through which he inserted the hook. Still completely immobilised but this time with gravity exerting pressure on the clamps around her nipples, Sabrina moaned in pain but could little more than hang limply, suspended by her wrists and await whatever fate had in store for her.

Slowly, Michael prowled around, surveying her dishevelled state, her weariness and her hopelessness. He nodded to himself. This was going well. However, something should be done about her hair. Going back to the drawers he withdrew a leather cord and proceeded to plait it through her hair. When finished, he attached the resulting plait to the hook with the final length of cord. Now she could not even move her head without incurring pain! Without a word he again moved back to the drawers for the equipment he would need for punishment. 

As Michael's footsteps approached her once more, Sabrina wearily tried to raise her head, despite the pain that shot through her scalp from the pull on her hair. At first she stared uncomprehendingly at what he held in his hands. Then her mind slowly made sense of the items. They looked like small, lead weights. 

"So, my slave," Michael purred. "Can you imagine what these might be for?"

Her eyes glistening with tears Sabrina shook her head, denying what she feared.

Without warning, Michael swiftly pulled off first one, then the other nipple clamps. Sabrina cried out in agony as sensation flooded back into her sore, swollen nipples. At first, she hoped that this was to be the end of that torture, but her eyes widened as she saw that the weights were being attached to small hooks which she had not noticed were at the bottom of each clamp. 

Once again, Michael took her right breast in his hand and slowly staring rubbing and stroking the sore nipple. To her utter disbelief, it started to respond once more engorging until it stood erect. Giving it a couple of flicks, which made her shudder and cry out in protest, he quickly attached the clamp, tightening it until once more her nipple was forced into the hourglass shape. He was still cradling the weight in the palm of his hand and watched her carefully. Finally, as she started to get used to the severe grip of the clamp, he suddenly removed his hand and the weight dropped. Sabrina screamed in pain. Without pausing for breath, Michael repeated the same process with her left breast and once again she screamed as the weight dragged against her already sensitised nipple. Shuddering and shaking she hung limply from her wrists, drenched in sweat. It took a moment for her to realise that Michael had left her to once again return to the drawer. What now? She didn't think she could take any more!

Finally Michael reappeared in front of her, holding a thin, black riding crop. 

"Now slave, this is how it's going to be! You will receive twenty strokes each across your front and your back. After each stroke you are going to say "Thank you Master." If you fail to say thank you an additional five strokes will be added to your punishment. Do I make myself clear?"

Staring at him wide-eyed in horror Sabrina could only shake her head in disbelief. This could not be happening!

Frowning Michael moved closer. "I said do I make myself clear slave?"

"Y-y-yes master" she stammered.

"Not good enough slave. You should have answered me immediately! That has incurred a further 5 strokes. I will decide where to administer them," he informed her. "Now remember, slave, you are to thank me after each stroke!"

With that he strode around behind her and brought the whip whistling down hard across her right buttock. She screamed from the pain, but managed to stammer out "th-thank you master". Without warning the next stroke swiftly descended across her left buttock. Again, through the pain, and with tears streaming down her face, she managed to thank him. Again and again the whip descended, laying lines of fire across her back, her buttocks and across the tops of her thighs. In the end, one stroke blended into the other and her back was a mass of burning sensations. Much to her distress, however, her pussy was starting to grow hot & wet. "How could this be?" she thought dazedly. Finally the strokes across her back ended.

Michael moved around to her front. "So far you have performed well slave. But I warn you, do not forget to thank me after each stroke when I start again."

Fearfully, Sabrina nodded. "Y-y-yes Master" she whispered.

"Good, slave. I see that at last you're learning your place." 

For the first time since her ordeal had started, Michael smiled at her. 

Once again the whip whistled through the air, this time laying strips across her front. She thought she was going to faint as the whip caught the weights hanging from her breasts, setting them swinging and causing her more agony. Somehow, she managed to remain conscious and struggled to say thank you again and again. Finally the strokes slowed and stopped. Sabrina had lost track of how many she had endured.

"Well my slave, since you have done so well, I shall make the last 5 strokes more bearable," Michael told her. Unbelieving, she raised her head and stared at him, and was rewarded by a sharp pain in her scalp as pressure was put on the plait attached to the hook.

Reaching out his hand, he swiftly pulled each clamp from her nipples, causing her to scream in agony as feeling once again rushed in. Before she had time to adjust to the sensations the abuse of her nipples was causing she once again experienced vibrations deep within her ass and pussy. She had completely forgotten that both her holes were still filled! Unbelievably, her body was starting to respond to the sensations caused by her swollen, throbbing nipples, combined with the vibrations pulsing deep within her. Without warning Michael moved behind her and once more brought the whip down across her buttocks! This time he waited for the sting to resolve into a dull throb before bringing the whip down again. He repeated this twice more and unbelievably Sabrina felt her body move towards climax. Finally, he moved around to the front and laid the last stroke hard across her pussy. Screaming from a combination of sensations Sabrina felt herself slip over the edge and come crashing to the strongest climax she had ever experienced!

"There, my slave," she dimly heard Michael say. "Now you are truly introduced to the pleasures that may be achieved through pain. We will continue your training tomorrow, but for now you need rest."

Detaching her wrists from the hook, Michael picked up a still shuddering Sabrina in his arms, kicked open a door she had not previously been aware of and laid her down on the bed that lay within. A length of chain ran from the head of the bed, to which he attached her wrists. Then he slowly removed the vibrators from her stretched and stimulated pussy and ass. As he gently stroked her cheek, Sabrina was vaguely aware of him saying "Sleep my slave. Rest now," as her vision dimmed and she slipped into an exhausted sleep.



Sabrina's Submission Ch. 02



Sabrina slowly climbed out of a deep dark pit of exhaustion prompted by the throbbing of her body. Opening her eyes her gaze first went to her bound wrists and she swallowed a lump of dismay. She had hoped that everything had been a nightmare, but the sight of her restraints, together with the ache her entire body was experiencing reinforced the fact that she was a captive. She closed her eyes again as tears welled up in response to her hopeless situation.

The door opened and a light clicked on. Michael stood in the doorway surveying his new slave. The pattern of thin red marks criss-crossing her body, the result of her punishment last night, was a pleasing sight. Unshed tears were making her emerald eyes luminous as she gazed up at him fearfully, obviously dreading what might lie in store for her. 

Michael stood there for a few moments more, savouring the treasure that he had obtained. Once more, his plan had worked like a dream. Arranging with that thug to accost Sabrina allowing him to step in to defend her had lulled her into a sense of false security and it had been easy to slip the slow-acting drug into her drink when she was in the bathroom. After that, it had been a simple case of gauging her reactions and making sure he was in a position to get her into his car. The drug, although slow acting, was powerful and ensured she was deeply unconscious the moment he sat her in his car, which then allowed him to get everything set up in his dungeon and have her suitably restrained before she awoke. 

Sure now that his slave was suitably cowed, Michael strode into the room and stood above her.

"Well slave, it is time for your breakfast," he said, smiling to himself as she gazed up at him hopefully. "Let's get you sitting up."

Pulling at her bound wrists he helped her sit up and slide sideways so that she was sat on the edge of the bed. Swiftly he bent down and before she could realise what he was doing, he had attached the restraints at her ankles to a ring set in the floor. He then reached down to her wrists and detached them from the chain at the head of the bed. Hope flared in Sabrina's eyes, but was quickly replaced with dismay as he forced her hands behind her back and reattached them to the chain. Leaning towards the end of the bed he brought out another chain and attached that also to her wrists. Then he pressed a switch beside the bed. Slowly each of the chains tightened until she was completely immobilised. 

Sabrina was confused. She had been promised breakfast so why now was Michael ensuring she couldn't move?

His eyes roved over Sabrina's naked body once more. "Well slave?" he said, "do you want your breakfast?"

"Y-yes please" she whispered.

"What have I told you slave? Once more you disobey me!" Michael growled.

Gasping in fright Sabrina realised her mistake.

"Y-yes please Master!" she stammered.

"For that I should deny you breakfast. You have certainly earned more punishment!" Michael informed her. "However, I am feeling generous this morning so I will allow you your breakfast."

Relief flooded Sabrina's features, although slightly tinged with fear at the prospect of yet more punishment. However, she soon realised that Michael was slowly opening his robe. Her eyes flew up to his face in shock as his cock sprang free, already hard. Surely he couldn't mean what his actions were implying!

"Very well slave, you may have your breakfast," he said thrusting his cock against her mouth. "And I warn you, do a good job or you will make me very angry, and you do not want that!"

Sabrina realised she had no choice and opened her mouth. At once Michael shoved his cock in hard, ramming it against the back of her throat. She gagged, then whimpered in pain as he grabbed hold of her plait and yanked her head up to meet his eyes.

"You will do as you are told and you will accommodate me as far as I wish to take you. I will have no more of this resistance!" he commanded. "Do you understand?"

Fearfully Sabrina nodded.

"Very well slave, resume, and this time do not try my patience!"

Once again he shoved his cock hard into her mouth. This time, terrified of the punishment she would incur if she did not satisfy her master, Sabrina made a concentrated effort to open her throat, wincing slightly as his cock slid even further inside!

"Better, my slave. You might be worth the effort after all!" Michael purred.

As Sabrina became accustomed to the invasion of her mouth she started to work her tongue and her lips. Working hard, she slid her tongue up and down the length of his shaft, pausing every so often to swirl it around the head. Michael, in the meantime, still had hold of her hair and every so often would give a sharp tug, bringing tears to her eyes and reminding her who was in control. Slowly she felt him start to respond and increased her rhythm as she tasted the pre-cum that was starting to form. Once again, Michael rammed his cock against the back of her throat, this time moving it further down as Sabrina became accustomed to the action. Then he withdrew slightly and repeated the actions. Sabrina desperately maintained her rhythm, increasing the pressure of her tongue and lips against his shaft. Surely he must be close, she thought, her mouth aching from the effort of accommodating him. Finally Michael tensed, gripping her hair hard and thrust his cock as far down her throat as it would go, shooting his load in a savage, sharp burst.

"Swallow!" he growled, and Sabrina swiftly obeyed. Without prompting, she proceeded to lick him clean, until not a drop of cum remained.

"Well slave, I see you are finally learning to obey your master's instructions," Michael said softly. "This will be your breakfast every day and I expect you to thank your master for his generosity!"

"Th-thank you master" Sabrina whispered.

"You may now use the bathroom and make yourself presentable. I will allow you one hour, after which time I will return. I shall expect you to be waiting for me. You will be kneeling on the floor with your legs open and your hands behind your head your back. You will assume this position every time I enter a room without fail or you will be punished! Unless of course," and Michael smiled chillingly, "you are already in restraint, which I can assure you will often be the case as your training progresses. Now slave, I shall undo your restraints and you may use the bathroom. What do you say, slave?"

"Th-thank you Master," Sabrina said as Michael bent to detach her ankles from the ring in the floor. However, as he started to straighten up, something caught his eye. Swiftly he moved his hand down to her pussy. Yes, he was right! Her pussy was hot and wet!

Sabrina blushed in mortification as he slowly raised his head and looked her straight in the eyes. 

"Well, well, it looks like my slave really did enjoy her breakfast!" he drawled, rubbing his hand against her crotch. 

Slowly he inserted a finger between her folds whilst his thumb found and started stimulating her clit. With her hands still firmly restrained behind her back, Sabrina could do little but squirm from his attentions as his finger worked deeper inside her, constantly moving, his thumb rubbing and flicking her clit. Slowly the sensations built in her body and she was losing track of her surroundings. Suddenly, without stopping the motions of his hand, he pushed her onto her side. Now she could feel his other hand moving behind her. Briefly, he brought his finger out of her pussy, dripping with her juices and swirled it around the entrance to her ass. Once more he plunged his finger into her cunt, once more withdrawing to spread yet more of her juices around her hole and then inside it. Satisfied, his thumb flicked her clit causing her to cry out as sensation throbbed through her. Before she had time to do more than react, his finger had plunged back inside her pussy, no, not just one finger but two, and suddenly she felt a pressure in her back passage as it was invaded and stimulated. 

"Oh god, I'm going to cum!" she cried out as she reached the peak of desire. All at once all motion stopped and Michael withdrew from her.

"Oh no, slave, remember you may only cum if your master gives you permission!" he laughed.

Disbelief was written across Sabrina's flushed face. He couldn't mean it! One look told her that yes, he was serious. Bowing her head, Sabrina finally succumbed to the inevitable.

"Please Master, please I need to cum! Please will you make me cum?" she begged him.

"Well, my little slave, are you prepared to submit to me willingly now?" Michael asked her. "From now on will you obey me immediately and without question?"

"Yes Master" Sabrina replied quietly.

"Will you agree willingly to stay here and receive training at my hands?" he continued.

Her eyes flew up to stare at his face. He couldn't be serious! One look was all it took, however, to convince her that he was deadly serious. She was torn. She was desperate to cum and only he could do this for her. In addition, she realised that she had never experienced sensations as intense as this before and was craving more. However, the price was to willingly give up her freedom. Finally, she bowed her head. She had no choice!

"Yes Master." she said in a shaking voice.

"Yes what, Slave?" Michael commanded.

"Yes, I will willingly stay and receive training at your hands!", Sabrina replied.

"Very well, slave, as I am feeling generous, I will allow you to cum. But remember, any lapse, any disobedience and you will regret it!" Michael told her. 

"Yes Master, thank you Master!" Sabrina replied.

With that Michael's hands moved once more down to her pussy and her ass. Again she felt the tremors start as his thumb quickly found and stimulated her clit. By now she was so hot and wet that his fingers slid easily into her pussy, moving rhythmically in and out and finally, she whimpered as she felt pressure at the entrance to her ass as his finger invaded her back passage. Dizzy with sensation, she was being swept closer to the edge. Sensing this, Michael found and stimulated her G-spot deep within her until helpless, she crashed over the edge into the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Wave after wave shuddered through her, she was held in the grip of an uncontrollable surge of sensation. Finally, she drew in a shuddering breath as she slowly descended from the incredible high. Opening her eyes, pupils still dilated from passion, she smiled up at Michael.

"Thank you Master," she breathed. "Your slave will be most obedient from now on!"

Michael smiled inwardly. Yes, everything was going to plan. It looked as if this slave had the makings of a true submissive. He had been surprised by her responsiveness this morning and was looking forward to the start of her training. It could be that this was the one he had been looking for!

Detaching her wrists from the chain, Michael grabbed her hair and pulled her up off the bed. Wincing at the pain, Sabrina nevertheless stood submissively, with her eyes cast downwards, waiting for her master's instructions.

"Turn around slave and walk towards the bathroom." Michael commanded. 

Sabrina did as she was told. At the entrance to the bathroom another tug on her hair told her to stop. She felt the restraints around her wrists and ankles fall away, and waited expectantly for the collar to follow suit.

"Oh no, slave!" Michael said. "Don't you remember what your master told you? This collar is a reminder of your status. It will not come off, ever!" 

Noticing Sabrina's eyes widen in fright, Michael could guess what she was thinking. When soaked in water, the leather would tighten around her throat, constricting her breathing!

"Oh don't worry slave, the leather has been specially treated and will not shrink. It has been specially chosen to fit you and you alone!" he explained. "Now, get into the bathroom and clean yourself up."

Hesitantly, Sabrina walked forwards into the bathroom, then turned to close the door, only to realise that there wasn't one! Michael was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.

"As a slave you are not entitled to any privacy except for that which I grant you. There is a door to the suite of necessity, but nowhere else" he told her, smiling at her obvious discomfort. Then he gestured towards the toilet. "Well go on then, I'm sure you are dying to relieve yourself!" he said.

Her face red with mortification, Sabrina walked dazedly towards the toilet. Surely he couldn't mean to stay and watch, could he? Apparently he could, as he had not moved from the doorway as Sabrina sat down. Embarrassed and humiliated Sabrina had no option but to relieve herself with Michael watching. At first, due to her tense state, only a trickle escaped, but suddenly the dam broke and a golden stream issued from her. Finally, hanging her head in shame, Sabrina reached for the paper and dried herself off.

"Excellent, slave! It seems as if you are finally coming to terms with your situation. You have no rights and your every action is subject to my command. You will perform for my pleasure without hesitation and thank me for the honour! However, time is getting on and I will leave you to make yourself presentable for my return. And remember, I expect you to be in the correct position when I open the door!" With that, Michael turned on his heel and strode out of the bathroom, crossed the bedroom and then Sabrina finally heard a door closed as she exited the suite.

Unrestrained for the first time since she had arrived, Sabrina rushed to the door of the suite, but as she had known all along, it was securely locked. Defeated, she turned around and made her way back to the bathroom.

Dully, she walked towards the large, deep bath. She noticed a large number of assorted bottles arrayed on a shelf beside it and turned to inspect them. Some contained scented bath oils, others bubble bath, and yet others contained shampoo & conditioners. Turning on the taps Sabrina considered which to use. It was obvious that her master expected her to please him in every way. He had already told her in no uncertain terms that her life was no longer her own and that she was completely dependent upon his pleasure. This meant that she could not use scents that would please her, which would have meant something light & flowery. Instead, with a sigh, she chose an oil that had a heavy, sensual scent of musk and liberally poured it into the water. She decided not to use bubble bath, afraid it might irritate her over sensitised skin.

Once the water was at the right temperature and depth, she turned off the taps and eased her aching body into the bath. Gasping a little at first, she slowly started to relax. Lifting her arms she began to unplait her hair, it's natural wave augmented by having been confined overnight in the tight tail Michael had used. Finally it was free, but hung limp, saturated with sweat from her ordeal the night before and soaking up the steam rising from the bath.

Gingerly she took a bar of soap from the shelf above her and gently started working it over her body, hissing in pain as it protested. Gritting her teeth, she took a sponge and gently starting working over her skin, making sure every part of her was clean. She hesitated slightly when the sponge reached her pussy and ass, dreading to inflict more pain on her already abused holes, but she knew that nothing less than complete cleansing of both areas would satisfy her master. She noticed a smaller, softer sponge on the shelf and switched to it, working it gently until her pussy lips finally relaxed and she was able to insert it up inside her. Once she felt she was completely clean, she removed the sponge and rinsed it, before once again applying a cleansing gel and moving it towards her tight little asshole. Mortified, she could not believe she was doing this, but the prospect of displeasing her master and being subject to further punishment soon overcame her reluctance. Working slowly, but firmly, she at last gained access and cleaned her back passage as thoroughly as she could.

There was a clock on the wall in front of the bath and glancing at it Sabrina saw that 30 minutes had already passed. Sitting up, she noticed there was a shower attached to the wall above the bath. Taking it from its holder she proceeded to wash her hair, making sure it was completely clean before applying conditioner. After a final rinse she turned off the shower and stepped out of the bath, watching as the water slowly drained away. Wrapping herself in a soft, fluffy towel, she proceeded to gently pat her body dry.

Moving back to the bedroom she investigated the drawers of the dressing table, finding an assortment of brushes, combs, hair accessories and a hair dryer. She also found an array of expensive cosmetics, beauty lotions and moisturisers. Sitting down in front of the mirror, Sabrina dried her hair, making sure to run a brush through so that no snarls or tangles remained. It fell in waves below her shoulders. Hesitating, she then reached for a band. She was loath to put her hair back into a plait, but maybe the master would not object to a pony tail. Trembling slightly, she arranged her hair until she had a pony tail dropping from high at the back of her head.

She then looked through the range of cosmetics and choose a rich, creamy moisturiser, which she smoothed onto her face. Unsure of her master's requirements for his slave's appearance, she chose not to apply any make-up, feeling that he would instruct her as to how he wished her to look.

Finally, she was aware of footsteps approaching the door to the suite and rushed to obey her master's commands. When the door opened she was kneeling in the centre of the room, legs apart and hands behind her head. This posture had the effect of pushing her chest forward so that both her breasts and her pussy were ready for inspection. This effect was intensified by the fact that she was breathing deeply, partly due to her rush to get into position and partly from the dread of what would come next.

Michael paused in the doorway, savouring the sight that greeted him. It seemed that his slave had obeyed all his demands. He was gratified to see that she had not applied any cosmetics to her face, leaving it bare and natural, as he preferred. He frowned slightly as he saw that she had not put her hair back into a plait, but when he saw how high up her head the pony tail came, he nodded to himself, ideas already forming in his mind.

"Very good, slave," he said, "you have obeyed my commands. As a reward I shall allow you to eat some food before your training begins."

With that he reached behind the door and drew a trolley inside the room. Sabrina could smell delicious aromas wafting from under the covered plates and her stomach growled in response.

"You may stand slave," Michael said, "but keep your hands behind your head and your legs spread apart. I shall inspect you before I allow you to eat breakfast!"

Quickly Sabrina did as she was told. She was learning that immediate obedience was expected. 

Leaving the trolley where it was Michael moved behind her. She heard a drawer opening and before she had time to react, her hands were once again cuffed together behind her. She opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, she couldn't eat if her hands were bound, but realised at the last moment that she had not been given permission to speak.

Michael noticed this fact and was pleased, although he gave no hint of this in his face. He returned once more to the drawer and took out an inflatable butt plug. However, before he moved back to Sabrina's side, he picked up a special chair. Sabrina raised wide eyes to Michael's face.

"Slave, if you want to eat, you will do as I tell you!" Michael commanded. "You are still too tight to accommodate me effectively and this must be rectified. This chair is my own design and you will sit in it to eat your breakfast every day."




Sabrina's Submission Ch. 02



Looking down in horror Sabrina saw a large, black dildo embedded in the seat. Her eyes widened as she took in the significance.

"However, first I want you to bend over the back of the chair slave!" Michael commanded.

Trembling, Sabrina obeyed and felt something cool and slippery being worked around her asshole and up into her back passage. She tried to writhe away and immediately a harsh blow landed across her buttocks.

"That has earned you a punishment" Michael growled at her. "Now stay still!"

Cowed into submission Sabrina stayed still as she felt the butt plug pressing at her hole. Slowly it slid inside, filling her completely. Sabrina let out a breath as the plug came to a rest inside her. Then her eyes widened as she felt the pressure increase. Michael had a pump in his hands and was increasing the plug's size until Sabrina felt she was being split apart. Finally he stopped and detached the pump.

"You may stand up now," he told her.

Slowly Sabrina straightened.

"Walk around to the front of the chair and stretch your arms out behind you," was Michael's next instruction.

Sabrina swiftly complied.

"Now sit!" he commanded.

Sabrina hesitated.

"That has earned you another black mark! I said sit!" Michael yanked back on her arms as he said this and Sabrina had no option but to lower herself onto the seat. As she moved downwards she could feel the hard rubber dildo pressing into her pussy. God it was huge! Again she felt as if she was being split apart, but finally her buttocks were resting on the seat. Michael had held onto her arms and as she finally came to a rest they had been fed around the back of the chair. Once again she was fully immobilised and helpless.

"Now slave, you may have breakfast," Michael told her. 

Tears streaming down her face, Sabrina looked up at him, wondering how on earth she was going to do this. Michael, however, had turned and uncovered a plate which contained delicious looking food cut into bite size pieces.

"By rights I should take this away as twice you have disobeyed me" he told Sabrina. "However, you will need your strength for your training so this once I will be lenient."

So saying he speared a forkful of food and held it to her mouth. Obediently she opened it and piece by piece her master fed her until the plate was clean. He followed this by pouring her a cup of tea which he held to her lips until she had finished drinking. Finally, he took a napkin and wiped around her mouth.

"Well slave, what do you have to say?" he asked.

"Thank you Master!" Sabrina replied promptly.

"Good, slave. Now I have to go out for a while. I shall leave you to contemplate your actions of this morning and will return later to continue your training." So saying, Michael turned on his heel and pushing the trolley before him strode out of the room. "Oh I almost forgot," he said swiftly turning and pulling something from his pocket. A final touch is required. Before Sabrina could wonder what this could be he had snapped a leather blindfold tightly around her head, plunging her into darkness. Laughing, he left the room leaving her blind, helpless and immobile.



Sabrina's Submission Ch. 03



Sabrina had long since lost track of time when she heard the door opening. Her arms were a mass of pain from being forced into an unnatural position for so long and her pussy and asshole ached from being stretched and filled by the dildo and butt plug. She could not even squirm to relieve the discomfort. Footsteps approached and suddenly the blindfold was removed. Michael stood before her dressed in a black silk shirt and form fitting black slacks.

"Well my slave, are you ready for your training?" he asked.

Blinking in the light Sabrina looked up from her seat. "Yes Master," she replied.

"Excellent. I do believe you are learning!" Michael told her.

He moved behind the chair, placed his hands under her arms and swiftly lifted her off the chair. She gasped as the dildo slipped from her pussy and her legs almost gave way under her.

"Stand up straight slave!" Michael commanded.

Sabrina obeyed instantly.

"Good. Now slave you will walk to the table where I shall inspect you." Michael ordered.

Sabrina did as she was told.

Detaching her wrist cuffs from behind her back, Michael pushed Sabrina down onto the table. When she went to lie back he stopped her.

"On your front slave! I told you I wished to inspect you!" Michael told her.

Quickly Sabrina flipped over onto her stomach. Michael took each of her wrists and attached it to the front legs of the table. Then he proceeded to attach each of her ankles to the base of the table and once again split the sections until her legs were spread wide. Swiftly, he took hold of the butt plug and yanked it out. Sabrina cried out in pain. Without paying any attention to her protest, Michael's hand moved between her legs and parted the lips of her labia, forcing his fingers, one by one, inside her. By the time he had three fingers pushed up inside her she was crying in pain as she felt horribly distended. He removed his fingers which despite her pain, were now covered in her juices and moved them to her asshole. Despite having had the butt plug recently removed, he was once again faced with a tight little entrance. With his fingers, he smeared her juices around the entrance and then swiftly plunged a finger inside. Sabrina cried out once again. Moving his finger in and out rhythmically he soon added a second. By this time Sabrina was sobbing uncontrollably. After what seemed to be an eternity, Michael finally removed his fingers, leaving her sore and abused.

"Not good enough slave" Michael said. "I meant it when I said that I expect you to accommodate me completely. From now on, each day you will wear a progressively larger dildo and butt plug. You will keep these in all day until I decide you have stretched sufficiently to accommodate me. Until this time, I will expect you to pleasure me with your mouth and if you fail to satisfy me, you will be punished. Is this clear?"

"Yes Master," Sabrina sobbed.

"Good. The process will begin today."

With that Michael walked to the drawers and pulled out a dildo and a butt plug. The dildo was huge, at least 10 inches long and 3 inches wide, and was attached by two thin chains front and back to a supple leather belt which Michael proceeded to fasten around Sabrina's waist, cinching it until she could hardly breathe. He then swiftly forced the dildo between the lips of her labia and applied pressure until Sabrina felt she would pass out. Finally, he managed to insert it to its full length. He swiftly attached the chains to the belt and tightened them. Then design was such that the front chains lay within and parted the lips of her pussy, whilst the rear ones rose between her buttocks and spread them apart. Immediately Michael reached for the butt plug and without pause, swiftly inserted it into her ass. Without hesitation, he attached a pump and started inflated it. This plug was considerably larger than the one she had been subjected to earlier and before long Sabrina had passed out from the pain. 

Michael stood back and surveyed his handiwork with satisfaction. Sabrina was now spread-eagled on her stomach, immobile and with both her pussy and asshole distended to accommodate the girth of the items forced into them. What a sight she was. Michael felt his cock stir in response. 

What Sabrina didn't know was that all of Michael's appliances vibrated and were remote controlled. She was shocked back to consciousness by a tingling that started in her pussy and ass. Moaning, she tried unsuccessfully to writhe away from the sensations. This was too much! Michael slowly started to increase the intensity of vibrations, watching Sabrina carefully to gauge her reactions. Slowly she stopped protesting and started to gasp as her body took on a life of its own responding to the sensations being created. Just as Michael judged Sabrina was about to climax, he switched both devices off, leaving her gasping and aching for relief. Shuddering, she had no choice but to await her master's next move.

When Michael judged that she had sufficiently descended from the brink, he once again switched on the devices. Again starting low and gradually increasing the pressure. Once more he switched them off just as she was about to climax. He repeated this again and again until her body was drenched in sweat. He estimated that she would not be able to take much more. For one last time he switched on the devices, again slowly increasing the intensity. This time, however, smiling to himself, he left them running until Sabrina was swept over the edge into an intense orgasm.

Suddenly, in the aftermath of her orgasm, Sabrina felt her head being jerked back by Michael's hand on her pony tail.

"Did I say you could cum slave?" Michael asked her coldly.

An icy wave washed through Sabrina as she remembered she was not allowed to cum without her master's permission. Knowing now what this meant, Sabrina replied. "No Master."

"That is three times today that you have incurred punishment," Michael informed her. "Each transgression will be marked in a book and your punishment will be administered at the end of each day. Yesterday I was lenient with you as it was your first night. Be advised, however, that from today, no more allowances will be made. The severity of the punishment will directly reflect the number of times you have transgressed and the nature of your transgression."

Sabrina shivered at the tone of her master's voice. It was cool and businesslike, as if he were discussing the weather or a book he wished to purchase.

"And now slave, it is time for your training to begin" Michael told her, "but first you will need to be marked as my property!"

He detached her wrists and ankles from the table.

"Stand up!" he commanded.

Sabrina obediently stood and waited with eyes downcast, trembling as she wondered what he could have meant about her being marked as his property. She was soon to find out!

"Now slave, I want you back on the table, lying on your back!" Michael ordered.

Sabrina was quick to obey. The pressure on the butt plug in her ass increased as her buttocks rested against the table. Michael then reattached her wrists above her head and her ankles to rings set in the foot of the table. However, he was not finished. He walked to the drawers and came back with a very special pair of nipple clamps in his hands, which he showed to Sabrina. One by one he teased her nipples until they were erect and attached the clamps to them. She sighed with relief as they seemed to be less harsh than the ones he had used last night. However, he was not finished! He attached a length of chain between them and once again pulled a hook down from the ceiling and attached the chain to it. Her breasts were now stretched tight, forming upright cones. Sabrina screamed in agony as the clamps suddenly tightened around her nipples, cruelly biting into them. "These are very special clamps, my slave," Michael explained. "The more pressure applied to them the tighter they become, so I advise you not to move!"

Once again Michael walked over to the drawer and returned holding a ball gag! Sabrina stared up at him in fear.

"I do not want to be disturbed through your marking, so you will be wearing this slave!" he told her. "And remember, any move you make will tighten the clamps further!"

With that he strode across the room and opened the door to the suite. 

"You may come in now," Sabrina heard Michael say.

Sabrina could hear someone else enter the room and it sounded like they were pushing a trolley, which rattled. Other sounds followed of which she could make no sense, and then finally a face loomed over her.

The rough looking man ran his eyes over her body, leering in appreciation of what he saw. Then he looked across to where Michael stood with his arms crossed.

"So what do you want done and where?" he asked.

"First she is to be tattooed with my mark on her right hip," Michael instructed.

Wide-eyed, Sabrina shook her head in denial, trying to cry out, but all sound was muffled by the gag.

"Then I wish both nipples to be pierced."

"Hoops or studs?" the man asked.

"Hoops," was Michael's response. "I may wish on occasion to use weights without clamps and the hoops will facilitate this!"

"Very well," said the man, and Sabrina could hear the sound of implements being moved around the tray on the top of the trolley.

Suddenly she felt something cold being applied to her right hip. Straining to raise her head, could just about see that the man was swabbing an area with gauze. As he took the pad away Sabrina could hear the whirr of an electric motor. Suddenly she gasped in shock and pain as the tattoo needle pierced her skin. As the man continued his work the pain rose in a cumulative effect as the needle caused hot agony to course through her. Finally the sound of the motor stopped and the needle was taken away. Tears were streaming down her face as Michael walked over to inspect the mark.

"Very good." He told the tattooist as he inspected his work. There, just as he had wanted, was his mark -- his initials surrounded by a knot. Anyone in his circle looking at the tattoo would immediately realise that Sabrina was a slave and that she belonged to him.

Sweat glistened on Sabrina's skin in the aftermath of the tattoo. She couldn't believe what had just happened and she was awash in the combined pain of the tattoo and the harsh clamps on her distended nipples. But her ordeal was not yet over. Again she could hear implements rattling on the trolley and before she could react, agony shot through her left nipple as it was swiftly pierced. Now the reason for using this particular set of clamps became clear. Not only did they tighten once again, causing Sabrina to scream against the gag, but they were thin enough that the nipple had been easy to pierce underneath. Swiftly the tattooist inserted a gold hoop through the nipple and clicked it closed. At Michael's nod, and without waiting for Sabrina to even catch her breath, he swiftly pierced her right breast and inserted the other hoop. Again Sabrina screamed in agony, but this time the pain of the piercing combined with the pain of the tattoo and she fell away into darkness as she passed out.

A sharp smell under her nose brought Sabrina back to consciousness. Struggling to focus, she was dimly aware of the fact that the tattooist and his trolley were no longer in the room. Her mouth ached from being forced to accommodate the ball gag, which was still in place, her hips felt on fire from the tattoo and her breasts were burning, nipples still throbbing in agony from the piercing to which she had been submitted. Her eyes felt gritty and sore from the tears she had cried and her pussy and ass were distended from the items she was forced to accommodate. All in all, her body was awash with pain and it was impossible for her to focus coherently.

"Well my slave, now your training may begin," Michael advised. "I have a circle of friends who will be visiting from time to time and I will not have you embarrassing me in front of them. Transgressions in their presence will be punished more severely than those committed in privacy! Do you understand?"

Unable to answer, Sabrina nodded her head.

"Good! Now the tattoo on your hip tells anyone who looks that you are my property and may not be touched or used without my permission. Anyone doing so will incur my wrath, but if you allow them to touch or use you, I will make sure you regret it! Do I make myself clear?" He demanded.

Once again Sabrina nodded.

"Good. Now for the time being I am content with the tattoo and the nipple piercing. However, as you progress I shall consider other options."

Trembling, Sabrina tried to think what these could be, but Michael did not explain further and she was left feeling scared and afraid.

"By now you must be wondering if anyone at work is missing you," Michael said.

A brief hope flared within Sabrina. She knew that her boss relied on her far too much to not demand to know where she was.

Michael smiled. "You can set your mind at rest, slave," he advised. "A call has been placed to your office advising that due to the stress caused by an overload of work, you have had a nervous breakdown. You have been admitted to a sanatorium and need complete rest. Nobody is to contact you until you are completely recovered and you have therefore resigned your post. Oh, and you may be pleased to know that your boss is being disciplined for being the cause of your breakdown!"

Sabrina' heart sank. She was an only child and her parents had died when she was twenty, once reason why she was so independent. Work had been her entire existence and she had no close friends. Her boss had been her only hope of someone realising that something was wrong, but he was hardly in a position to question her absence with a disciplinary hearing in the works!

"Oh, I also stopped by your apartment, paid your rent for six months in advance and arranged for it to be cleaned once a week," Michael continued. Whilst there, I picked up a few of your things and made some discoveries. It seems that you are not quite the pure and innocent person you like to portray! I took the liberty of scanning your PC and imagine my surprise when I found a list of pornographic websites in your history! On further investigation it seems as if you have a curiosity about same sex situations!"

Sabrina opened her eyes wide and shook her head in denial. She had only glanced briefly at those sites and had never been interested in a lesbian relationship!

"Now, now, Slave, do not lie to me," Michael told her, knowing what she meant but deliberately choosing to misunderstand her. "I am happy to advise you that in time you will experience situations such as those shown on the sites. You will find that I can be a generous master who wishes his slaves to have a wide range of experiences. Indeed, I enjoy the sight of two of my slaves pleasuring each other as long, of course, as they do not cum without my permission!" He added sternly.

Sabrina heard a rustling of fabric and Michael continued to describe his visit to her apartment.

"I then entered your bedroom and my, my, what should I find in your bedside drawer but these!" he said holding up a couple of vibrators and a clitoral stimulator.

Blushing with shame, Sabrina turned her head away.

"It seems that my slave was used to pleasuring herself," Michael said with a gleam in his eye. "You must understand this, slave. At no time will you be allowed to masturbate unless you have been expressly ordered to do so! Do I make myself clear?"

Sabrina quickly nodded her head. She had rarely masturbated anyway, but the idea that she would now only be allowed to do so in her master's presence filled her with humiliation.

"And finally," Michael said, "I investigated the contents of your drawers and wardrobe. Most of your clothes were entirely unsuitable, but there were one or two things that I brought with me which I may allow you to wear on occasions as a treat for particularly pleasing your master."

He held up two silk dresses, both with plunge necklines and a high split up the skirt.

"I also brought you some underwear which from time to time I may require you to wear." He continued.

This time he held up a selection of filmy thongs in lace and silk, together with two or three corsets.

"Of course these corsets will have to be modified to my tastes, but you may have them back when they have been altered. At the moment they are not tight enough and cover too much of your breasts. This will be changed so that your figure is more pleasing to me and ensure your breasts are on full display and easily accessible to me!" he advised her.

Sabrina felt violated. It was not enough that she had been abducted and enslaved, but he had now cut her off from all contact with the outside world and invaded her apartment, rifling through her things and imposing his will upon what items she could retain! The true extent of her situation came crashing in on her as she realised finally, that there would be no escape from her new life of slavery. She was completely and irrevocably in her master's power with no hope of rescue.

Michael watched as Sabrina's shoulders slumped in defeat and knew that the first and most important lesson had been learnt. Sabrina's training had truly begun. 



Sabrina's Submission Ch. 04



For a few minutes he said nothing, letting the reality of Sabrina's situation really sink in. Finally he bent down and detached the clips from her sore and swollen nipples. Sabrina screamed in pain and sensation flooded back but it was muffled by the ball gag still seated in her mouth. Michael just stood over her watching impassively as the tears ran down her cheeks. Finally, as her muffled sobs died away he bent down and removed the ball gag from her mouth. Swiftly he flicked his finger across first the left, then the right nipple rings, again making Sabrina cry out from pain. This time the result was more satisfying as he could hear her anguish. Again he waited until the pain had died down then yanked the butt plug from her sore and distended ass. Sabrina shook with reaction. Finally, Michael took hold of the dildo and swiftly removed it. Looking down at her, Michael was impressed. Despite the severe stretching it had received, Sabrina's pussy was already returning to it's normal size and her juices were running freely from it. This woman was a natural sub! He had the feeling that he may just have found what he had been searching for over so many years!

Exhausted by her ordeal, Sabrina could do little more than lie limply on the table, whimpering softly. Her arms were on fire from being attached above her head for so long, but the pain just merged into everything else.

"Well, Slave, I imagine you might need to go to the bathroom around about now. Am I right?" Michael asked.

"Yes, Master," Sabrina whispered.

"Very well. I shall release your restraints," Michael advised her.

He detached both her wrist and ankle cuffs from the table and pulled her into a sitting position. Sabrina made as if to stand up but Michael forced her back onto the table.

"Did I say you could move, Slave?" he said.

"N-no Master," Sabrina whimpered.

"That is another mark in the punishment book for you!" Michael said chillingly. "Now slave, yesterday I was lenient with you and allowed you to walk. From now on, as becomes your station, you will crawl anywhere you wish to go."

With that he pushed Sabrina hard in the middle of her back so that she fell forwards towards the floor. Terrified that she would inflict more pain and damage to her already abused breasts, Sabrina put out her hands to protect herself and ended up on all fours.

"Very good, Slave," Michael purred. "I see you have grasped the situation well! Now you may crawl to the bathroom to relieve yourself."

Sabrina hesitated, he surely could not be serious. Pain suddenly shot through her as Michael brought his hand down hard across her ass.

"Once again you forget your place!" he growled. "How many times must I remind you that you have no rights and are to thank me for my generosity?"

"Th-thank you Master, for letting me use the bathroom," Sabrina cried.

"Too late!" Michael grated. "That's another mark against you. My, my, we are accruing a tally, aren't we? I believe your punishment tonight will need to reflect this and will serve as a reminder to you that I will be obeyed at all times!"

Sabrina trembled in fear. Her punishment last night was as much as she could bear! She was now terrified of the ordeal that threatened for tonight! More pain shot through her as once again, Michael's hand landed hard across her ass.

"Get moving Slave. I don't have all day!" he commanded.

This time Sabrina responded with alacrity. She was moving before she was even conscious of it! It felt like an eternity before she reached the doorway to the bathroom. Her entire body was a mass of pain and her bladder was painfully full. She crawled over to the toilet and looked to her master for permission to rise.

Curtly, he nodded. Relieved, she stood up and went to sit on the toilet.

"No slave, you are not allowed to sit. You do not deserve to have any measure of comfort or privacy after that performance." Michael told her. "You will stand there exposed and pee whilst I watch. If you do not wish to do this, then you may crawl back to the other room and we will continue your training."

Sabrina stared at him, but she had no choice. She did not know what the training was going to entail, but she could not bear the humiliation of losing control of her bowels in the middle of it. Closing her eyes in mortification, she willed herself to go. At first nothing came, but finally a warm stream gushed from her.

"Look at me!" Michael commanded. 

Reluctantly Sabrina raised her eyes to her master's face and kept them there until she was finished. However, she was dismayed to feel an insistent pressure in her back passage.

"M-Master, I need to do more than pee!" she whispered.

"I'm sorry, slave, what did you say? I could not hear you!" Michael told her smiling mockingly.

"I need to do more than pee, Master," Sabrina told him more clearly.

"Very well slave, you may sit" he told her, but continued to watch.

Finally Sabrina felt relief and rose to wipe herself off.

"Oh no, slave," I require you to be more clean than that!" Michael informed her, striding into the room. "Get into the bath and bend over facing the wall."

Mystified, Sabrina did as she was told. She felt her wrists being grabbed as Michael swiftly attached them to a ring set halfway down the outside of the bath. Locked in that position Sabrina could not see what he was doing behind her. She heard the click of a cupboard door and then a tap running in the sink. However, she could not hear it drain away. Suddenly she felt pressure against her asshole and something small and hard working its way up inside her back passage. She couldn't understand what this could be, it certainly didn't feel like another butt plug! The object wormed its way further up inside her until it could go no further. Then, without warning, she felt the warm gush of liquid start to flow inside her. She was being forced to have an enema! More and more continued to flow until her bladder was distended and starting to hurt. Finally Michael removed the apparatus and Sabrina sighed with relief. However, before she could let go, Michael had forced a butt plug into place, leaving her full and aching with no chance of relief!

Without saying a word, Michael turned and walked out of the bathroom, leaving his distressed slave bent over in the bath.

Sabrina could not tell how long she had been bent over with her bladder distended and exerting a pressure that could not be escaped. She was exhausted both physically and emotionally from the events that had so far occurred and she had no way of telling what time of day it was due to the lack of windows. This was all part of Michael's plan to break down her defences and make her pliant to his demands.

Finally, she heard his footsteps approaching. "Well now, Slave," he told her, "I am sure you would like me to remove the plug."

"Oh please, Master, please!" Sabrina cried.

"On one condition" Michael replied. "You will not relieve yourself until I tell you that you may! If, however, you release the flow before I say you can, we shall repeat the process."

"Please Master, I promise I will obey!" Sabrina begged.

"Very well slave," Michael told her, but remember what I said!"

With that he crossed to the bath and swiftly pulled out the butt plug. Taken by surprise, she could not stop the flow of water that followed its removal.

"Very disappointing, slave," Michael chastised her, although he knew full well that she had had no chance to keep the flow inside her due to the speed at which he had pulled out the plug. "It looks as if we will have to repeat the process until you learn to control yourself."

Wide eyed with dismay, Sabrina had no option but to endure whilst Michael once again refilled the enema bag, fed the nozzle and hose into her back passage and flooded her bladder until it could hold no more. Again he inserted the plug and left her in the bath whilst he moved back into the main room to make preparations for the next stage in her training. She could hear him moving around but had no idea what he could be doing.

Finally Michael returned to the bathroom. "Are you ready to try again slave?" he asked.

"Yes Master," she replied.

"Remember, if you cannot control yourself, we will repeat the process until you can!" he warned.

Sabrina steeled herself for the removal of the plug, but Michael waited, gauging her reactions. When he saw her body relax marginally he quickly yanked out the plug. To her dismay, Sabrina once again felt water gushing out in the wake of the plug.

"So it seems as though once again, slave you cannot control yourself!" Michael said smiling grimly. "You know what must happen now."

Shivering, Sabrina nodded, her eyes dull with resignation. Once again she had no choice but to suffer the indignity of having an enema forced into her and held there with the plug. Michael examined her, noticing how a faint tremor had appeared in her body. By his reckoning, she had reached the limit of her endurance. He walked out of the bathroom leaving her drowning in waves of hopelessness, whilst he put the next part of his plan into action.

This time when Michael walked back into the bathroom, Sabrina could barely raise her head. Her body was trembling uncontrollably and her dull eyes barely registered his presence.

"Are you ready to control yourself slave?" Michael asked her.

Wearily she started to nod, when she caught the slight tightening around his eyes and realised her mistake. "Y-yes Master," she stammered.

"Excellent, slave. I thought you were in danger of slipping there, but you are starting to remember your place!" "Now prepare yourself." he commanded.

This time he made sure to pull the plug slowly out, giving Sabrina time to tense her muscles against the water that threatened to wash out in its waked. To her relief, barely a drop escaped.

"Hmmm, so far so good slave," Michael said, "but remember, you are not allowed to release until I tell you that you may."

"Yes Master," Sabrina replied, relief colouring her voice.

Michael waited, gauging the tremors running through her body until he felt she was about to give way.

"Now slave, you may release," he told her.

"Thank you Master!" Sabrina exclaimed as the water gushed from her in a torrent. She felt an overwhelming gratitude towards him, an effect that Michael had planned for by his careful manipulation of her. Finally the torrent trickled to a stop and Michael released her wrists and helped her straighten up and step out of the bath. Still acting solicitously towards her, he pretended not to notice that she was walking across the bathroom floor and was pleased when he heard her gasp in surprise at the sight that greeted her as she stepped into the main room. There in the centre of the room was a table laid with a snow white cloth and shining cutlery. Delicious aromas started to waft towards them and Sabrina moved as if in a daze. Michael pulled out a chair for her and seated her at the table.

"Eat my slave, and then you may sleep." Michael told her. "You will need all your strength for your training this afternoon!"

Sabrina was amazed to see that the meal consisted of all her favourite foods. There was grilled salmon, deep pink and succulent, laid on a bed of creamed leaks with a potato gratin on the side. A chilled glass of white wine stood beside the plate and when Michael lifted the final cover, it revealed a rich, creamy chocolate mousse. Her senses swam. She couldn't comprehend this largesse after the treatment she had been subjected to, but right now she was too tired and worn to resist when Michael encouraged her to eat. As the final spoonful of mousse slipped down her throat, Sabrina turned towards him, her eyes glowing with emotion.

"Master thank you for this. I promise you will have my full obedience from now on!" she said.

For the first time, a genuine smile appeared on Michael's lips, echoed in his eyes.

"Well, my slave, I am pleased. But for now you must rest." he replied.

Gently he drew her up from the chair and guided her towards the bedroom. Already Sabrina's eyes were drooping and she willingly allowed him to lay her down on the bed. Gently Michael reattached her wrists to the chain at the head of the bed, although this time he allowed more slack. He briefly returned to the main room to retrieve a couple of items then made his way back to the bed. He sat down beside her prone form and gently spread her legs wide. Too tired to protest, Sabrina lay pliant. Michael moved his hand up between her thighs and started to work his fingers between the lips of her pussy. She moaned as the action of his fingers brought a response from deep within her and her juices started to flow. Moving his hand slightly, Michael found her clit and pinched it between his fingers, rubbing it, flicking it, stimulating it until the little bud stood erect and proud. Then he moved his fingers back to her pussy and inserted first one, then two fingers inside her, whilst the others continued to work at her clit. By now her juices were flowing freely. Michael moved his other hand between her legs, making sure his fingers were coated in her essence before they worked their way back towards her asshole. Slowly, gently, he inserted first one, then another finger into her back passage.

By now Sabrina was writhing in desire. Michael could tell that only a little more was required to send her over the edge. His fingers increased their rhythm, the ones in her back passage increased their pressure whilst the ones in her pussy found and stimulated her g-spot. Finally, with her body shuddering in reaction, Michael flicked her clit and was rewarded by her screaming in ecstasy as an immense orgasm crashed over her. As Sabrina slowly descended from the apex of desire, Michael slowly and gently filled her pussy once more with a dildo and her ass with a butt plug, although these were nowhere near the girth to which she had been subjected to earlier. Michael smoothed back her hair from her face. ""Sleep now my slave, and dream of your master!" he urged and obediently Sabrina drifted off to sleep.



Sabrina's Submission Ch. 05



Slowly Sabrina awoke, rising up from the dark velvety depths of the best sleep she had had in years. As she tried to stretch, the pull on her wrist brought her back to her situation. Still, Michael had treated her so kindly before she fell asleep, she felt sure the worst was over.

As if her thoughts had drawn him to her, Michael appeared in the doorway. "So my slave is finally awake!" he said, looking down at her.

"Yes Master. Thank you" Sabrina replied smiling up at him.

Crossing to the bed, Michael bent over and detached her wrist from the chain. Without letting go he took hold of her other wrist and drew them both behind her head, attaching them together with a clip.

"Now on your knees slave!" he ordered. "Thank your master properly."

Confused at his sudden change in attitude, Sabrina nevertheless obediently sank to the floor and knelt at his feet. Swiftly Michael undid the fly to his slacks and his cock sprang free. By now Sabrina knew what she must do and obediently took him into her mouth, her tongue licking and caressing up and down the entire length of his shaft, swirling over it's head, darting into the hole at it's tip to taste the pre-cum that was glistening within. Suddenly Michael grabbed her hair and pulled her away, instead forcing her head to a position where she was directly in front of his balls. Unsure what he wanted her to do, Sabrina raised her eyes to his questioningly.

"Lick them!" was Michael's command. "And this time slave, use your initiative to make your master cum!"

Slowly at first, and then with more confidence, Sabrina started to work her tongue across Michael's balls, licking and caressing first one, then the other. Working on pure inspiration she lit her tongue drift up the channel between them and was rewarded by an intake of breath above her. Feeling more confident, she repeated her action more firmly. Yes, this was definitely having an effect. 

Pushing closer against him, Sabrina moved her tongue backwards until it approached his hole. Greatly daring, she swirled her tongue around the entrance and then swiftly darted it across. She was rewarded by a groan from Michael. Once again she repeated the process before shuffling backwards and once more taking his cock into her mouth. By now it was completely engorged and pre-cum glistened at the head. On her own initiative Sabrina adjusted the position of her head and took him as deep down her throat as she could manage before pulling back and swirling the tip of her tongue around his head. Again, she took him down deep, and again, and again until she could feel the irresistible pressure start to build. With one more swift flick of her tongue Michael shot his load deep into her throat, gripping her hair as wave after wave of orgasm swept through him. Finally spent, he pulled out slightly, allowing her to lick him completely clean.

"Very good, Slave. You have pleased your Master" he told Sabrina.

Sabrina smiled up at him. She should be feeling humiliated to be used like this, but knowing that she had pleased her master made her feel as if it was the best thing to have happened to her!

"Now it's time for your training to continue." Michael told her, unclipping her wrists. "Follow me."

Sabrina was about to stand up when she suddenly remembered she must crawl everywhere unless told otherwise by her Master. Shivering in relief at her close shave, Sabrina crawled out into the main room.

"Very good, slave, it seems as if you are finally learning your place!" Michael commented. "Now come and stand over here!"

Sabrina did as she was told. Michael once again clipped her wrists behind her head and then placed them over a hook suspended from the ceiling. He then moved to the drawers and returned with several lengths of doubled rope. Sabrina watched him warily, wondering what was next in store for her.

Michael took the first length and wrapped it around her chest, first running over her breasts and then running under them before tying it off at the back. He then took a second length and fed it vertically between the two bands, drawing it tight between her breasts. She now looked as if she was wearing a bra, but he was not finished. Taking one length of the doubled rope he wrapped it around her left breast, pulling it snug until her breast stood out like a globe. He fed the leftover rope diagonally over her right shoulder and secured it temporarily. He repeated the process with her right breast. Finally he tied off both ends to the ropes at her back. Both her breasts now stood proud and globular. 

"Very nice!" Michael murmured.

Then he reached for another length of rope and expertly formed restraints around her waist, and hair, leaving a fair amount of the length unused and threaded 2 final lengths of rope through d-rings set into her ankle cuffs. Finally, he unhooked Sabrina's wrists and detached the cuffs.

"Put your hands down behind your back." he commanded.

Sabrina hastily complied. Michael reattached her wrists together. Giving her a push to get her going, Michael told Sabrina to get onto the padded table, lying face down. Uncertain as to what was going to happen next, Sabrina nevertheless complied. She did not want to incur any more punishment than she was already due!

Unable to see what was happening in this position, she felt Michael moving around the table. Suddenly she felt her right ankle being drawn up behind her, her knee bending as Michael swiftly tied it to a d-ring in her right wrist cuff. Then her left ankle was bound in the same way. Sabrina was now lying on the table in an efficient hog tie. Michael left her there briefly whilst he moved over to another section of the room. This was where he kept his special items. He returned with what looked like a T-bar, with both lengths being extendible. Attached to the ends of the cross bar were two leather cuffs. These he locked around Sabrina's legs, just above the knees. Now her legs were spread far apart, exposing her ass and pussy completely. Sabrina gasped as he swiftly removed both the dildo and butt plug and then sighed in relief. 

However, Michael was not finished. He returned to the drawers and returned with something Sabrina could not see. To her dismay, she felt herself being filled once more, this time with larger, thicker implements and something else was resting against her clit. What she could not see was that this was a very special device that Michael had created himself. It was a combination of 3 different vibrators, anal, vaginal & clitoral, all held in a cradle that could then be attached to the end of the T-bar. Moving the telescopic bar until he was sure that they were all nestled tightly where they should be, with no chance of Sabrina expelling them, he locked it into place.

He now brought over more lengths of rope and pulled ring down from the ceiling until it was directly above Sabrina's body. First he took the length of rope left over from the cinch he had made at Sabrina's waist and tied it to the ring. Then he took a second length of rope and ran it around the point where her ankles were attached to her wrists, before again attaching it to the ring. Finally he took hold of the rope tied around her hair and drew her head back until she was looking towards the ceiling before it too was tied to the ring. Now Sabrina was completely immobilised. 

Moving around to her head, Michael withdrew a ball gag from his pocket. As she drew breath to protest, he gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth to open and then swiftly pushed the gag behind her teeth, doing up the buckle behind her head before she had a chance to push it out. He then took out a leather blind fold from his other pocket and wrapped this snugly over her eyes. His cock stirred once more to see his slave bound and helpless, with no idea what was to happen next!

Sabrina felt a pressure exert itself on her body and then realised with dismay that the table was dropping away beneath her. Michael had moved across the room and pressed a switch, which was now raising the ring back towards the ceiling. When she was about 4 feet off the floor he stopped. He moved back to stand by Sabrina's head. 

"Well slave, I have things to do, so I shall just leave you here for a while." he said. "I will leave you to entertain yourself, but mind you do not cum as I haven't given you permission!"

He smiled to himself as he said this. There was no way she could avoid having orgasm after orgasm tied and immobilised, with the vibrators locked into place!

Sabrina flinched as she felt the first vibrations start up in her ass and pussy and then gasped as she felt her clit being stimulated. Within no time at all her pussy was dripping wet as her body climbed irresistibly towards a climax she could not control. Finally she crashed over the edge, shuddering as wave after wave of orgasm swept through her. However, there was no relief for her, as the vibrators continued their insistent stimulation. Again and again she orgasmed, each more intense than the last until her whole body was over-sensitised. She could do nothing to get away from the vibrators and was now dizzy and disoriented as her frantic movements had set her body swinging and the blindfold blocked her vision. Finally, unable to stand any more, she blacked out.

Sabrina came around and realised with relief that the insistent stimulation had ceased. Instead she could feel fingers softly stroking her skin, smoothing strands of hair away from her face, lightly running finger tips across her sensitised breasts, which were still tightly bound, the nipples engorged. God, it felt so good! She willingly accepted her master's touch, trying to angle her body closer to him, trying to lean into his touch. The fingers moved up behind her head and released the buckle holding the ball gag in place, before gently removing it from her mouth. Then they slowly drifted down her body, stroking and caressing her skin. She felt them leave her body and she heard sounds behind her and then once again they were back, gently withdrawing the vibrators from her body.

"Oh Master, thank you!" Sabrina murmured. "That feels so good!"

"Well slave" she heard him say, "I think you are progressing well. I am pleased with you. However, you did cum without my permission and will have to be punished severely!"

Tears leaked from beneath her blindfold as she realised that his tender treatment did not in any way mean that his demeanour had softened.

"However my slave, since you have pleased me so well, you shall have a reward first." he continued.

Once again the fingers were back, running gently over her mound, and slipping easily between her legs and parting the lips of her labia. Suddenly she gasped as she felt a tongue dart in and start to stimulate her sensitive clit. She moaned in ecstasy as it started to respond to the expert treatment it was receiving from her master's tongue. When she started to rise towards a peak the tongue left her clit and started to lick up and into her pussy. Sabrina was now awash with desire. Once again the tongue made its way back to her clit, flicking, licking and then she felt teeth take hold and nip gently. She cried out at the sensation created.

"Please Master, I need to cum. Please Master, may I cum?" she cried.

"Yes slave, you may cum," was all she needed to hear from Michael's voice before she shuddered into climax.

All at once the blindfold was removed, leaving Sabrina blinking in the sudden light. She saw Michael standing in front of her, but all at once she felt fingers start to stroke the inside of her thighs, rising slowly up towards her pussy. What was happening? How could this be? With her head still held back by the restraints, she could not see to whom the fingers belonged. However, Michael smiled down at her.

"Are you enjoying the ministrations of Suki?" Michael asked.

Sabrina's jaw dropped in shock. There was another woman in the room, and she was touching her, stroking her in her most private places!

Michael observed her reaction. "Oh yes slave, Suki is quite skilled." he advised Sabrina. "Tell me, did you enjoy your orgasm?" he asked.

"Y-yes, Master." Sabrina replied. 

"Well I'm sure you will be pleased to know that you have Suki to thank. She was one of my best slaves and I was almost sorry to sell her!" Michael told her. "However, she brought a good price and her master lent her to me tonight as a favour."

Throughout Michael's explanation Suki's fingers had continued stroking and caressing Sabrina's pussy until she could no longer deny the effect they were having on her. Slowly, inexorably, she was moving once again towards climax! But the idea that a woman was doing this to her left her shocked and confused. Raising her eyes, she looked imploringly at Michael.

"So slave, what do you have to say? Will you now admit that you like the attentions of a woman?" Michael asked.

Heat rising to her cheeks, Sabrina had to finally admit to the truth. Suki's fingers seemed to know instinctively how to give her the greatest pleasure!

"Yes, Master," Sabrina replied quietly. "I like the attentions of a woman."

"Excellent response, slave," Michael advised her. "Are you close to orgasm?"

"Yes, Master." Sabrina replied.

"Very well, slave, because I am feeling generous, you may cum!" Michael told her, nodding at Suki as he did so. 

In response, Suki stepped up the rhythm of her fingers and tongue, working faster and harder. She moved one slender finger up into Sabrina's ass whilst slipping another inside her pussy to find and stimulate her g-spot. Fingers moving in unison, Suki gently bit down on Sabrina's clit, sending her spiralling into orgasm. Finally, as Sabrina hung shaking in the aftermath, she felt herself being lowered to the table. The strain on her neck and limbs was eased as Michael started to undo the ropes binding her, although he left her breasts still bound. At last she was able to straighten her body and lay limply on the table.

"You will be allowed to have a drink and use the bathroom before your punishment, slave", Michael told her.

"Thank you Master." Sabrina replied weakly.

At a gesture from Michael, Suki rose from where she had been kneeling and walked over to the door. Just inside the doorway was the trolley from which lunch had been served. Now standing upon it was a jug of chilled orange juice and a glass. Filling it, she returned to Michael's side, eyes demurely downcast. At another gesture, she sank to her knees and offered the glass to Sabrina. Raising herself slightly from the table, Sabrina took the glass and let the cool liquid wash down her throat, easing her thirst. Before long, she had drained the glass. 

Hesitantly, she looked up at Michael. "Please Master, may I have some more juice?"

Michael looked at her consideringly. She did look dehydrated. "Very well, slave." He told her, "You may have as much juice as you need."

"Thank you Master!" Sabrina said gratefully.

"Slave Suki, bring the jug over and give my slave as much juice as she requires!" Michael ordered.

Eyes still downcast, Suki rose and moved back to the trolley, returning with the jug and refilling Sabrina's glass. Again, Sabrina drained the contents and held out the glass for more. With the third glass empty, Sabrina finally felt as if her thirst was quenched. She handed the glass back to Suki and looked up at her Master.

"Please may I use the bathroom, Master?" she asked.

"Yes Slave, you may," he replied. "Slave Suki, you may go" he instructed. "You may tell your master that you performed well."

"Yes Master," Suki replied quietly, the first words she had spoken since Sabrina became aware of her presence, and immediately left the room.

Sabrina, meanwhile, had slipped off the table and was crawling towards the bathroom. Michael followed her and leaned against the doorframe. She was so exhausted that she didn't even react as she turned around to see him watching her. She sagged in relief as a golden stream gushed from her into the bowl. 

Michael nodded to himself. This was going very well. One by one her barriers were coming down. She was a natural submissive. The next step was to induct her into the pleasures of pain. He was confident that within a short space he would have her completely trained to do whatever he wanted and to thank him for it. In return, he would expand her boundaries and take her to the peaks of pleasure. His cock stirred as he anticipated the future. It was taking all of his self control not to ram it into her sweet little pussy and adorable ass, but he could be patient. He would wait for the perfect moment, knowing it would be all the sweeter when it came.



Sabrina's Submission Ch. 06



"Now slave" Michael commanded when he was sure Sabrina had finished. "Clean yourself up and return to the main room. Do not keep me waiting!"

"Yes, Master" Sabrina replied, immediately going to the hand basin.

Looking into the mirror, she was surprised by what she saw. Although exhausted, her skin was glowing and her eyes were clear. They drifted lower to take in the effect of her bound breasts. These were round and full, with the nipples standing out proud, showing off to great effect the golden rings with which they had been pierced. Almost involuntarily, her fingers rose to caress her nipples, running them softly around the aureoles and over the tips.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?" Michael thundered, from the doorway.

Sabrina flinched. She had forgotten he would be there! Now she was in trouble, for she knew her master was angry.

Michael strode into the bathroom and grabbed Sabrina by the hair.

"Down on your knees, slave!" he shouted, shoving her roughly to the floor.

Whimpering, Sabrina swiftly complied. She opened her mouth to apologise.

"No talking Slave. You have severely displeased me and now you will pay the price!" Michael grated.

Pulling her by the hair, he dragged her out of the bathroom and back into the main room. He took a clip from his pocket and attached on end to a d-ring on her collar and the other to a ring in the floor. He then clipped Sabrina's wrists together behind her and pulled down a hook from the ceiling. He then raised it until her arms were raised painfully high in the air. He left her there weeping whilst he moved around the room, preparing the equipment he would be using for her punishment.

Sabrina was shaking with dread. Her position was very painful and meant that she could not see Michael's face or what he was doing. She could tell, however, by the tone of his voice and the abrupt way that he was moving about the room, that he was extremely angry! Finally his footsteps approached the place where she knelt. He detached her collar from the floor ring and yanked her head back to look at him.

"I had been inclined to be lenient today, Slave," he informed her, "seeing as you had done so well.  However, you have now spoilt that and I must take steps to make sure that you never forget your place, ever again!"

Pulling painfully on her hair, Michael jerked her to her feet and pushed her a couple of metres into the centre of the room. There she saw a large metal hoop set within a frame which had been brought out from where it had stood against one of the walls. It was now locked into place via specially designed slots in the floor and ceiling.

Michael grabbed Sabrina's wrists and one by one attached them to rings set at the top of the circle. Then he did the same with her ankles. Finally, he plaited a leather thong through her hair and attached it so tightly to another ring at the very top of the circle that it set up a constant ache in her scalp. When Michael was finished, Sabrina was held in a spread position, arms and legs held out in an X, her head locked into position and her body completely immobilised but easily accessible to whatever was in store for her.

"By the time I have finished with you today, you will wish that you had never forgotten your place, slave" Michael hissed. "You will bow to my will or I shall break you. It is your choice!"

Sabrina shivered at the menace in his voice. She had thought things were bad before. How much worse were they now going to get!

Michael moved out of her sight and went to his set of drawers. Returning to where she was restrained he showed her a pair of nipple clamps. Swiftly, he set about removing the ropes that still encircled her breasts. She could not stop a moan escaping as feeling suddenly rushed back into her breasts, bringing a stinging sensation. She was, however, to get no reprieve. 

No sooner had the ropes fallen to the floor than Michael gripped and pinched first one, then the other of her nipples, locking into place the pair of clamps. Sabrina cried out in pain. This pair was more severe than any she had previously experienced. That coupled with the sensations flooding back into her breasts, combined with the tenderness being caused by the fresh piercings was almost more than she could endure. Then to her dismay, Michael took a pair of heavy weights and attached these to each of the clamps, unmercifully letting them suddenly drop so that the full weight dragged against her sensitive nipples. Sabrina screamed in agony.

Without giving any sign that he had heard her cries of pain, Michael moved back to the drawers and removed a huge vibrator & butt plug. Without hesitation he pushed the vibrator against Sabrina's pussy, forcing it, inch by inch, up inside her until it rested at the very neck of her cervix. Then, using the smallest amount of lubrication possible to ensure maximum discomfort, he pushed the butt plug into her asshole, unmercifully keeping up the pressure despite her screams until its entire length was inside her.

By now tears were pouring down Sabrina's face, but Michael was not yet finished. He pulled a tube of toothpaste from his pocket and liberally smeared it between her pussy lips and over her clit. At first nothing happened, but then Sabrina tried to writhe away from the burning sensation it was creating. However, restrained as she was, there was little she could do to escape.

Michael now moved across the room to a cupboard, which he opened. Laid out inside were a variety of whips and floggers, ranging from a simple flat paddle through to a full length bull whip. He selected a couple of implements and closed the doors. Striding back to where Sabrina was held, he showed her what he had brought. The first was a thin, flexible cane that whistled as he whipped it through the air. The second was a flogger – a leather whip that ended in multiple thin strands, each with a small knot at its very tip.

"Very well slave" he told her. "This is to be your punishment. For the mild disobedience you showed this morning you shall receive ten cuts from the cane. Ten across your back and ten across your front. However, for your gross disobedience in the bathroom, that of not obeying your Master's wishes and for touching yourself, you shall receive ten more strokes, this time from the flogger."

Sabrina almost fainted from shock and fear. She had barely survived yesterday's punishment! How was she to endure this?

"Please, Master, please don't do this!" Sabrina begged, tears streaming down her face. "I cannot take such punishment!"

"Silence, Slave" Michael yelled. "It is not up to you to decide what punishment I mete out!"

With that he took hold of the cane and brought it whistling down hard across her ass. Her right cheek exploded in pain as a line of fire sprang up under the mark left by the cane. Again, Michael brought the cane down hard, this time against her left cheek. Then, with slow deliberation he laid cuts across her back, shoulders and thighs, one after another until her skin was marked with a crisscross of red weals. Finally he came to the last stroke. Taking careful aim he brought the cane down hard across the crack in her ass, pushing the plug hard up inside her. Sabrina screamed in agony and passed out.

She was brought back to consciousness by Michael throwing a bucket of ice cold water into her face. Shocked by this treatment, Sabrina could only stare at him as he once again picked up the cane. This time he laid stripes across the tops of her thighs, her stomach and her breasts, drawing a line of fire in the wake of each stroke. The pain was excruciating, especially when then cane caught the weights hanging from the nipple clamps, setting them swinging and adding yet more agony to her tender and abused nipples. Finally the last stroke came, and he laid it directly across her pussy. For the second time, Sabrina fainted.

This time, Michael let her regain consciousness herself. In the meantime, he unclipped the locks holding the circle stationary and rotated it until Sabrina was held upside down. He then locked it back into position. Finally Sabrina came around, her eyes flying wide as she realised she was upside down.

"Well slave, that is the first part of your punishment completed" Michael informed her.

With that he shook out the tails of the flogger, making sure to do so in front of her so that she could appreciate the full enormity of what was coming next. Moving behind her, he drew back his arm and let swing. The tails whipped across her body, each landing with a stinging sensation as it met her skin. Before long, her entire back was glowing red and crossed with different widths of stripes. She was sobbing and screaming from the pain and it took her a while to realise that vibrations had started deep within her pussy and her ass. Michael had turned his appliances on!

Pausing only to move around to her front, Michael once again laid into her front, making sure to lay strokes across her tender breasts and pussy. For Sabrina, hanging upside down with no means to escape either the punishment or the effects of the vibrators the boundaries between pain and pleasure were starting to merge. The pain from the flogger was intense, but her pussy was hot and wet and her body was starting an inexorable rise towards climax. "How could this be?" she thought dazedly. This should not be happening. Soon, however, she could no longer deny that her body was crying out for orgasm. Michael noticed the change in her body and paused in his punishment. There were two strokes left to go.

"Well, slave?" he asked. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Please Master, I'm very sorry I disobeyed you!" Sabrina wept.

"That's better, slave" he replied and made as if to leave her there.

"Please Master," Sabrina cried, "Don't leave me here! I need to cum!"

"Well you may not do so," said Michael. "You know you must have my permission and so therefore you must resist!"

Wide-eyed Sabrina nodded dejectedly. With every fibre of her being, she concentrated on holding off the orgasm that was threatening to overwhelm her. Michael watched her, judging carefully from the tremors running through her body how close she was to orgasm. Finally he judged that she would not be able to hold out much longer.

"Well slave, I have decided that that you may cum...... on one condition!" he added as hope flared in her eyes. "You may cum only after the last stroke of your punishment. You have two strokes left to go."

By now Sabrina was desperate and would have agreed to anything Michael asked of her.

"Yes Master, your slave will obey!" she told him.

"Very well, slave, remember, only after the last stroke has landed" Michael instructed.

With that he laid the first blow across her nipples, once again setting the weights swinging. Sabrina screamed. Then taking his time, he aimed carefully and laid the last blow directly across her clit. Again Sabrina screamed.

"Now slave, you may cum" Michael informed her and Sabrina crashed over the edge into the most intense orgasm she had ever experience. Pain and pleasure had merged until she could no longer distinguish which was which and her body shook and shuddered in reaction. Finally Michael switched off the vibrators and wiped away the toothpaste from her clit. Limp and exhausted, Sabrina hung upside down in her restraints. Slowly Michael unlocked the hoop and gently rotated it until Sabrina was once again upright. Locking it into place he first unclipped the clamps and weights from her nipples, then released her hair from its bondage, closely followed by her ankles. As he detached her wrists, Sabrina fell forward into his arms, where he gently cradled her. 

Gently he ran a finger down between her breasts, tracing a line down her belly towards her navel. Sabrina moaned and nestled closer to him. She looked and felt so defenceless and vulnerable that his cock throbbed with desire. Sweeping her up into his arms Michael strode into the bedroom, laying her on the bed. One by one he eased the vibrators out of her, gently stroking her and soothing her all the time. 

Sabrina murmured in protest as she felt Michael's body leave hers but within moments he was lying beside her, skin against skin, his hands and lips exploring her body, stroking her, caressing her, his fingertips moving like silk against her skin. Finally they drifted down between her legs, pressing aside the lips of her pussy to delve deep within. Sabrina moaned and moved her body against his. This felt so good! Then his fingers withdrew and she felt his cock seeking entrance whilst his hand moved up to cover her mound, fingers finding and stimulating her clit. Slowly at first, and then with more urgency his cock thrust inside her, moving with an urgency that her body was matching. This was what she wanted! She wanted her master so much!

"Please Master," she whispered, "I want you so much! Take me and do with me what you will, I live but to serve you."

Michael groaned as he heard these words and buried his lips in the column of her throat, kissing the soft silkiness of her skin. He was so close now! His rhythm became more urgent, his cock now buried deep within her and his fingers stimulating her clit. He could feel it as their bodies started to rise together towards climax. Finally he could hold back no more and with one final thrust he spilled his seed within her, pinching down on her clit he could feel her reach the peak. As one they hit the peak of climax, each gripped by a wave of sensation. Slowly, very slowly they started to descend until finally, their bodies intertwined, they drifted off to sleep.

Michael awoke first and spent some time looking down at his slave. Her body was covered with angry welts, left from the severe whipping she had endured the night before. Gently he ran his fingers over the ridges left on her skin. Sabrina winced, but was still deeply asleep, exhausted from the events of the day before. He had been harsh with her, he admitted to himself, but her complete surrender to him had been worth it. To feel her body so pliant, so responsive to his touch and to hear her place herself completely in his hands was the greatest aphrodisiac he could ever have!

He cast his mind back to the first time he had seen her. They had both been at a conference and although she had not noticed him from across the room, his attention had been drawn to her as she stood, self-possessed and aloof. He noticed several men glancing her way surreptitiously and then moving on, obviously unnerved by her obvious aura of self-assurance. Men like that were weak, he thought. Too insecure and unsure of their own worth, they were intimidated and felt threatened by this woman. Not Michael, however. He had a self assurance to match hers, even surpass it. His many years as a master had taught him that strong women often made the best submissives once their barriers had been broken down. It took great strength of character to become a slave, to give your life over completely to another. The woman, he felt looking at her, might have the potential to be the very best!

From that moment on, Michael made a point of finding out as much as he could about her. Finding where she worked was easy, he had only to look at the sign in sheet at the conference to find that she worked for a high powered media firm. By the looks of it, she was being held back, due no doubt to the insecurities of those above her! Gradually he expanded his search, finding out the details of her personal life, noting that she had no close family or friends and seemed devoted to her job. 

This was a made to measure proposition! It would be easy to separate her from her life without causing too many ripples and with little chance of anyone raising too many questions about her disappearance. The only fly in the ointment seemed to be her boss, who piled far too much work onto her shoulders and then turned around and took all the credit! He would surely scream should she disappear! However, as he had told Sabrina yesterday, it had been a simple matter to lay evidence of his abuse of his position where it could be easily found. It had then merely required a telephone call to the HR department purporting to be from a well known sanatorium to set the ball rolling. He had informed the HR officer that Sabrina had suffered a complete nervous breakdown due to the unacceptable workload that her boss had put her under. He then went on to explain that they would be moving her to a quiet sanctuary in the country where she could rest and recuperate, and that she was therefore handing in her notice. Of course, with the spectre of a lawsuit hovering before them, the officer had agreed not to hold her to her 2 months notice period, and the deed was done. Her boss, they assured him, would be thoroughly investigated.

Looking down again, Michael noticed that Sabrina was still deeply asleep. Rising slowly and quietly so as not to wake her, Michael slipped into the bathroom. Once there he turned on the taps to the bath and sorted through the bottles arrayed on the shelf above it. Finally he found what he was looking for. The oil in the bottle would help to ease the pain in her muscles and joints that she was bound to feel this morning. In addition, it had properties which would help to numb the pain of her beating. He withdrew the stopper and poured a liberal amount into the bath and then tested the temperature of the water. It should be just about right. Hot enough to open the pores in her skin to allow the oil to work, but not so hot that her abused body could not stand it. Turning off the taps, he walked back into the bedroom and gently shook Sabrina awake.

Her eyes still sleepy, Sabrina finally focussed on Michael standing above her and then hissed in pain as a the results of her punishment made themselves abundantly known. Fearfully she looked up at her master, confused by the sudden changes in his personality yesterday and was unsure what to expect today. 

"I'm sure that my slave must be sore from her punishment" he told her gently. "I have run you a bath which should ease the pain."

Sabrina stared up at him, searching his face for confirmation. Michael smiled down at her. "Come along now slave, don't let the water get cold!" he said.

Hardly believing this change in her master, Sabrina quickly slipped off the bed, wincing at the pain travelling through her body. Without being told, she sank to her knees and proceeded to crawl into the bathroom. Michael followed her in and as she made to get into the bath he put out his hand to stop her. Her eyes flew to his face, wondering what she had done wrong. 

"Slave, you cannot have your bath with your cuffs on, they will shrink and cut off your circulation!", he explained, taking out a key and unlocking both her wrist and ankle cuffs. "Now you may get in" he told her.

Reaching out a hand to steady her as she stepped into the bath, he was rewarded by a dazzling smile.

"Thank you Master" she said, wincing slightly as she lowered herself into the hot water.

"Now slave, can I trust you to behave yourself when you are alone? I have to attend to some things."

"Oh yes, Master!" Sabrina replied.

"Very well slave, I will trust you." Michael told her and left the room.

Sabrina sighed and sank deeper into the water. The heat started to soothe her strained muscles and before long she felt she was up to running a sponge over her skin. Picking one off shelf, she squeezed some liquid soap onto it and started to gently wash her body, wincing as it ran over the raised welts inflicted by the whips. Finally, she shampooed her hair and conditioned it before stepping from the bath and wrapping herself in a fluffy towel which Michael had laid out for her, patting herself dry and trying to avoid aggravating the welts.

Moving to the hand basin she brushed her teeth then moved back into the bedroom, where she smoothed moisturiser over her face before drying her hair. Looking down, she noticed that Michael had left the wrist and ankle cuffs on the dressing table. Hesitating only slightly, Sabrina took them and clipped them around her wrists and legs. Michael, watching her through the two-way mirror above the dressing table, nodded to himself, pleased. Good! She was already  accepting her new role. Making sure to make enough noise so that she would hear him, Michael approached the door to the main room. Swiftly, Sabrina ran from the bedroom and was waiting for him, kneeling on the floor with her legs apart, hands behind her head and her eyes cast down.




Sabrina's Submission Ch. 06



The door opened and Michael stood framed in the doorway, clad in a black silk robe. Sabrina knew what this meant. It was time for her breakfast.

"Well slave?" Michael asked her. "Are you ready for your breakfast?"

"Yes Master," was her prompt reply. 

Moving into the room and standing before her, Michael opened the front of his robe. Glancing up at him for permission, Sabrina took his cock in her hand, letting her fingers slide up and down its shaft, then drift down to cup his balls, before running a fingertip up the channel that ran between them. She was rewarded by a swift intake of breath from above. Slowly, teasingly, she brought her tongue into play, licking and flicking it up and down Michael's cock. Then acting on inspiration, she moved her face lower and sucked his right ball into his mouth. This time Michael could not hold back a groan. This woman was a natural! 

Withdrawing slightly, flicking her tongue between his balls she then proceeded to suck in his left ball and repeat the process. His cock was fully engorged and pre-cum was glistening at its head. Sabrina judged that it was time. With no warning, she suddenly pulled back and then enveloped his cock in her mouth, taking him as far down her throat as she could manage. Michael dropped his hands and wound his fingers into her hair, pulling her roughly against him, before he withdrew slightly. Sabrina did not let up. Her tongue was encircling the head of his penis, flicking it, licking it, caressing it, then once again she took the initiative and moved forwards against him, allowing his cock to sink deep into her throat. Now Michael was gripped in an irrevocable cycle. Slowly but surely he was moving towards climax. Now he took over. Taking a tighter grip on Sabrina's hair, he held it immobile as he thrust deeply within her, again and again until finally he shot his load. This time he could feel his slave swallow without any reminder, her tongue moving to catch every last drop. Finally spent, he withdrew.

"Excellent, slave!" he congratulated her. "You have done well and your Master is pleased."

Sabrina risked looking up at him. He was smiling down at her and this time the smile reached his eyes! She felt her heart skip a beat. There was a magnetism about this man that overcame everything else. She was beginning to understand that he could do anything to her and she would thank him for it. The merest smile on his face was enough to lift her mood!

"Now slave, I want you on the table!" Michael commanded. 

Sabrina obediently crawled towards the table. When she reached it she looked to Michael for further instruction. 

"On your front, slave," he told her.

Sabrina lay herself down on her front on top of the table. 

"Spread your legs!" was Michael's next command and Sabrina quickly obeyed. Now she was completely exposed. He ran an experienced hand down between her legs and inserted one, then two, then finally three fingers into her pussy. He smiled to himself as her juices covered his fingers. She was already turned on, just as he was training her to be! Sabrina barely caught back a moan, the feeling of his fingers inside her was so good! Then they were withdrawn and she felt pressure at the entrance to her back passage. Michael's fingers, covered in her juices pressed insistently at her asshole until first one, then two slid up inside her. This time, Sabrina couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her as the movement of his fingers inside her started to arouse her. She could feel herself getting hot & wet. Then to her intense disappointment, she could feel Michael's finger withdraw.

"Not bad, my slave," Michael advised, "but you are not yet ready." 

Moving to the head of the table he attached her wrists to it, then moved back out of the room. Before long, Sabrina could hear the sound of a trolley being wheeled in.  There was further movement and then Michael was back standing beside her. He unclipped her wrists from the table.

"You may now eat," he told Sabrina. 

She slipped off the table onto her hands and knees and turned around to face the direction of the trolley. Then to her dismay, she caught sight of the chair which she had been forced to sit in yesterday. Pleadingly, she looked up at her master, who shook his head at her.

"I told you yesterday, slave that you would be stretched until you can accommodate my fully! Whilst your pussy is now adequate, your ass is still too tight." Michael explained. "Therefore you will sit in that chair each day for at least one hour and you will keep the plug in for the entire day until I am satisfied!"

Swallowing hard, Sabrina accepted her fate and crawled towards the chair and the awaiting trolley. Without waiting to be told, Sabrina bent over the back of the chair awaiting her Master's attentions. Pleased, Michael moved towards his set of drawers, choosing a plug that whilst large, was soft and contoured so that it could be kept in easily. As his slave was behaving herself so well, he also took a tube of luricant and liberally coated the plug with it before squeezing more around and within her asshole.

Sabrina closed her eyes and held her breath as she felt the plug pressing against her asshole before sliding inside. She almost sagged in relief when she felt its entire length settle within her, then her eyes flew wide as Michael inflated it to further increase it's girth. Once again she felt as if she would be split apart. However, Michael slipped a finger between her legs and started to stroke her pussy, encouraging her to relax. Finally she let out a sigh as her body finally accepted the extreme pressure inside her back passage.

"Now slave, I want your hands behind your back" Michael instructed. Sabrina swiftly complied. "You may stand and walk around to the front of the chair," Michael continued. Sabrina did so.

"Now hold your arms out behind you and sit down" Michael told her. 

Slowly Sabrina lowered herself onto the chair, feeling the dildo filling her pussy as she did so. With her back passage so stretched by the butt plug, she felt completely filled, but to her relief, Michael had not increased the size of the dildo. Although she was uncomfortable, she was not in agony. As he had done yesterday, Michael proceeded to feed her small mouthfuls of deliciously cooked food and held a cup of fragrant tea to her lips to allow her to drink.

"Thank you, Master" Sabrina said quietly, when the last of the food was gone.

"Well slave, I have to attend to business, so I shall leave you here." Michael told her. "However, I do not think I need to use the blindfold today. Do I have your promise that you will stay where you are and not attempt to move until I return?"

Nodding eagerly, Sabrina was quick to assure him that she wouldn't move. With that Michael turned and wheeling the trolley before him, he left the room.



Sabrina's Submission Ch. 07



Sorry for the delay in posting this next chapter. A combination of Mundania intruding and my beginning a brand new story interrupted Sabrina's journey. To all those of have sent me positive comments, I thank you, they are gratefully received! I hope you all enjoy Sabrina's next stage.



Left alone, Sabrina ran the events of the past two days through her mind. She had been beaten, abused and humiliated, but in spite of that she was surprised to find that a deep attachment to her master had formed. She couldn't understand it! By rights she should hate him for abducting her and subjecting her to the things she had suffered, but every time she thought of him, her stomach flipped. How was it that she could experience the most intense orgasms at his hands? She shifted slightly, still unaccustomed to sitting with both holes filled and realised as she did so that pleasant sensations were being created by that simple motion. Only two days ago she would have been too scared and shocked to have noticed, but now, her nipples were hardening in response!

Sabrina was unaware that Michael was carefully watching her on CCTV monitors which were linked to tiny cameras mounted in various places throughout the suite of rooms. In fact she had never once been left unobserved throughout the time she had been here. He nodded to himself as he noticed her squirming on the chair. Yes, she was coming along nicely! She was now starting to recognise the pleasures of being completely filled. The dildo was large enough that the smallest movement on her part would cause it to stimulate her G-spot. Briefly he toyed with the idea of leaving her a while longer to see if she would try to achieve an orgasm on her own, for which, of course, she would be punished, but eventually he decided that the hour was up and she needed time to recover from the beating she had sustained last night.

Lost in her own thoughts, it took Sabrina a while to realise that the door had opened and that Michael was standing looking at her. 

"Well slave, how are you feeling?" he asked, "And I want a truthful answer!"

"Master I don't know why, but I'm feeling aroused!" Sabrina replied. "Every time I shift position, I'm becoming stimulated!" Seeing a faint shadow of a frown forming on Michael's face she hurried on. "I swear I haven't been moving deliberately, Master! It's just I have to move to ease the strain!"

"Very well, slave. Seeing as you have been truthful, I shall be lenient this time, but if I ever catch you trying to stimulate yourself without my permission, I will severely punish you!" Michael advised. "Now, I expect you would like to use the bathroom?" he asked.

"Yes please, Master," Sabrina replied gratefully.

Michael strode over to where she was sitting and helped her to ease herself off the chair, noticing as he did so, how wet the dildo was! Without being prompted, Sabrina sank to her knees and crawled towards the bathroom.

"Slave, wait!" Michael commanded.

Instantly Sabrina stopped and looked back at him hesitantly.

"You may have already had one bath today, slave, but I require you to take especial care with yourself this morning. Remember, I expect my slave to be completely smooth everywhere!" he told her. "Now come back to your Master so that I may remove your wrist and ankle cuffs!"

Sabrina did as she was told and meekly waited as he removed the restraints from her wrists and ankles. With a sharp slap to her backside, Michael indicated that she should continue towards the bathroom.

Once inside, Sabrina wasted no time in turning on the taps and selecting suitable bath oils, before moving towards the toilet. She no longer even noticed that Michael was standing in the doorway as she sat and relieved herself. Then her heart sank as she realised that the butt plug was still inserted. She was going to have to ask her Master to remove it!

Blushing crimson in embarrassment she looked up at Michael. "Please Master, I need you to remove the plug!"

Michael looked at her for some time, keeping her in suspense. "Very well, but it will be inserted directly after your bath, and you will do it yourself, in front of me!" he ordered.

Sabrina was scarlet with mortification but she had no option but to agree! It was one thing to submit to her Master inserting the plug, quite another to have to do it to herself. It would be making her complicit in her own training!

Michael moved towards Sabrina. 

"Rise and bend over, slave!" he commanded.

Sabrina swiftly complied.

"Feeling generous, Michael deflated the plug, appreciating Sabrina's sigh of relief as he did so. Unable to resist the sight of her wet pussy, he moved his fingers under her, working them between the lips of her labia and up into her pussy, whilst his thumb found and stimulated her clitoris. Sabrina moaned at the sensations he was creating. Unheeding, Michael continue to work his fingers within her, constantly caressing and stimulating her until Sabrina could feel herself rising inexorably towards climax.

"Please Master," she cried, "I need to cum! May I cum?"

"Not yet, Slave," he replied. "You must learn more self control. You will only cum if and when I allow you to do so!"

Unmercifully, his fingers continued their magic, and Sabrina was now panting, partly from desire and partly from her desperate struggle to hold back her climax! Higher and higher she climbed until she was at the brink. As if he knew, Michael's fingers stilled, leaving her hanging at fever pitch. Judging it perfectly, he waited until she was falling away from the peak before starting again. This time it took less time for her to reach the brink. Again, his fingers stilled. By now, tremors were rippling throughout Sabrina's body.

"Please Master, make me cum!" Sabrina begged.

"You forget yourself, slave!" Michael told her. " You have no rights here. Everything is at my pleasure and my will!"

Sabrina bowed her head. 

"Yes, Master" she replied quietly. "I'm very sorry for my behaviour!"

"You will of course, have to be punished for your lapse, slave, but that will be later. For now I am feeling generous. This time you may cum!" he advised.

So saying, he moved his fingers once again within her, slowly, very slowing working her towards the peak. Sabrina was now caught in an inexorable wave of sensation and was rising ever higher. Suddenly Michael increased the speed and pressure of his fingers, finding and stimulating her g-spot. As Sabrina began to shake in the beginnings of a powerful climax, Michael flicked his thumb against her clit and simultaneously pulled the butt plug out. Sabrina screamed as she crashed over the edge into an intensely strong orgasm, all but collapsing against the edge of the bath. Michael placed a strong arm around her and held her until the last spasms faded, then drew her up and turned her to face him.

"When my slave behaves, she will be rewarded. When she disobeys she will be punished! But through it all she will learn the true heights of ultimate pleasure!" Michael advised her.

Sabrina could do little more than nod, her face still flushed and her hair hanging in damp tendrils around her face. 

"Now slave, attend to your bath before it overflows!" he ordered.

Brought sharply to her senses, Sabrina turned and saw that the bath was indeed perilously close to overflowing! Quickly she turned off the taps and tested the water. It was hot, but not unbearably so. Still, she was going to have to go slowly if the heat was not to overwhelm her so soon after experiencing that amazing orgasm!

Unnoticed, Michael slipped from the bathroom and exited the suite. He had some items that needed to be retrieved before Sabrina finished in the bathroom.

Before getting into the bath, Sabrina returned to the toilet. Finally, she rose and cleaned herself before moving to the mirror and the cabinet beside it. Opening the door she noticed a set of high end razors, shaving gel and wax strips. Giving herself a careful examination, she decided upon the razor as two day's worth of growth would make wax ineffective. Taking out the razor and shaving gel, she moved towards the bath. Placing one leg on it's side, Sabrina proceeded to lather the gel over her pussy, making sure the entire area was covered. Then she carefully took the razor and removed every scrap of hair that she could find, making sure no trace was left. 

Then she stepped into the bath and gently immersed herself in the hot water, letting her mind drift as she relaxed and reflected on the incredible experience she had just had. Slowly, what her Master had instructed filtered into her thoughts. He had said that she must take especial care of herself today! Why? Suddenly moved to action, Sabrina washed her hair once again before exiting the bath. Wrapping a towel around herself, she moved into the bedroom. 

Wincing a little from the after effects of her beating, Sabrina patted herself dry and inspected the contents of the dressing table drawers. Contained within them was a range of very expensive cosmetics, everything from foundation to mascara and eyeliner. Choosing carefully, she selected a foundation that blended perfectly with her skin tone. Smoothing on a rich and creamy moisturiser, she then deftly applied the foundation, blending it until she had a flawless and natural finish. She continued her preparations by applying a volumising mascara to her lashes and a faint trace of blush to her cheeks, highlighting her perfect cheekbones. She hesitated before applying shadow to her eyelids. What colour would be appropriate? Knowing that her Master preferred a subtle look, Sabrina opted for a delicate , shimmering gold, shading into a tawny bronze in the outer corners. She finished with an application of tawny gloss to her lips, before re-styling her hair. Rummaging around in the dressing table, she found a length of black velvet ribbon and swiftly braided her hair, incorporating the ribbon, before using the end of it to secure the plait. She gazed searchingly into the mirror, anxious to ensure that her master would be pleased with the result. Again her eyes dropped to the cuffs, lying where he had left them and without hesitation she snapped them closed around her wrists and ankles. 

Hearing footsteps in the corridor outside the suite, Sabrina rushed back to the main room and was ready and waiting for her master.

Michael entered the room carrying a bag. He studied Sabrina as he moved inside the room. Good! She had obeyed his instructions. Her make-up was subtle yet enhanced her natural beauty and she had remembered to replace the cuffs on her limbs.

"On your feet, Slave, hands behind your head, legs spread wide!" he commanded.

Sabrina obediently rose to her feet and assumed the position he had demanded of her, standing patiently as he circled around her. Suddenly his hand lashed out, landing sharply against her backside.

"Slave, what did I tell you?" he growled.

Trembling, Sabrina couldn't speak, her thoughts in a whirl as she tried to recollect their earlier conversations. Suddenly she froze. Her Master had told her that she must replace the butt plug herself and she had not done so.

"Th-that I was to replace the plug myself if you removed it, Master," she stammered.

"And yet I see that you have not done so!" Michael said silkily.

"I-I'm s-sorry, Master, I forgot!" Sabrina whimpered, dreading what was to come.

"This goes down into the punishment book, slave." Michael informed her. "You will now get the plug and insert it in front of me so that I can see you comply!"

Sabrina blushed a furious red. Bad enough she would have to do this herself, but she was now going to have to do so in front of her Master. She dropped to her knees and crawled to the bathroom where the plug was lying in the sink where Michael had left it. She cleaned it off and then hesitated as she wondered how she was going to transport it back to the main room. Startled, she jumped as she heard Michael's voice behind her.

"You will carry it in your mouth like the bitch that you are!" he growled.

Completely mortified, she nevertheless complied, too afraid of incurring further wrath and crawled back into the main room with the butt plug in her mouth. It was so large that she was drooling by the time she returned to her previous position. Embarrassed and ashamed she waited for further instructions. Michael left her kneeling until a pool of her saliva started to form, making sure her humiliation was complete. 

Finally he barked out "On your feet, slave!"

Sabrina got to her feet.

"Well, slave, seeing as you have made such a mess and got the plug so wet, you won't be needing any lubricant, will you?" he informed Sabrina, smiling cruelly as her eyes went wide as the realisation of what he had just said hit her.

He expected her to insert this huge plug by herself, completely without lubrication. An action guaranteed to hurt! Tears in her eyes she looked imploringly at him, but was met with stoney impassivity.

"Get on with it, slave!" he demanded.

Swallowing hard, she reached up to her mouth and took the plug from her mouth. Trembling, she moved her hand around behind her and tried to insert the plug. She gasped as she felt the tip push against her asshole where it met with resistance. 

"I said, get on with it!" Michael growled impatiently, "or do you want to incur yet more punishment?"

Shaking her head in denial, Sabrina gritted her teeth and pushed hard. With excruciating slowness, the plug entered her, inch by painful inch, until finally, with tears streaming down her face, Sabrina felt it come to a rest completely within her.

Showing no trace of compassion, Michael looked at her.

"Go and fix your make-up, you're a mess!" he commanded.

As Sabrina moved to obey him, he reached for the pump and had it ready to hand when she returned, her face cleaned and her make-up refreshed.

"Bend over, slave!" he told her.

Sabrina dutifully bent over and whimpered as she felt him attach the pump to the butt plug and start to inflate it. She gasped as she felt him inflate it further than he had done so before. He truly was intent upon causing her as much discomfort as possible! 

Finally he removed the pump and told her to move towards the back wall of the room. On her arrival, she noticed rings placed into the wall and into the floor. Taking short lengths of chain, he attached her wrists to the wall, before bending to attach her ankles to the floor. Once she was spread-eagled and completely immobilised, he returned to the bag he had been carrying when he entered.

Walking back to where Sabrina was restrained he dipped into the bag, bringing out one of her corsets and showing it to her. The original fastenings had been replaced with what looked like strong black ribbon, and the bra cups had been cut down until there was barely any material there. The little that was left looked to have been reinforced.

"I told you that these would be modified to my tastes, and this has been done. Now you will wear this and a couple of other items for the rest of the day to accustom yourself to the feel."

Sabrina didn't understand. Why would she need to become accustomed to the feel of her own clothes? She was shortly to find out! Michael slipped the corset between between her body and the wall and started to lace it up. Sabrina allowed herself a small smile. Whilst it had been modified, it was still her clothing and the satin felt good against her skin. She felt Michael's fingers at the base of her spine and waited for him to tie off the ribbons. She gasped as she felt him suddenly pull hard against the ribbons and the corset tightened accordingly. Now it was snuggly fitted against her skin. Again, Michael pulled hard and the corset tightened further. Still not satisfied, he pulled again. Now the corset was so tight that her waist was cinched in to a fraction of her usual size and the cut down and reinforced cups pushed her breasts up and out, displaying the nipples for all to see and allowing easy access. Sabrina could barely breath, the corset was so tight. To her complete disbelief, she felt Michael once again tighten the ribbons and her vision faded as she blacked out from lack of oxygen.

When she came to, she had been turned around and now stood with her back against the wall, wrists attached, but ankles left free. Michael watched her regain consciousness and waited until he saw sense return to her eyes. 

"I told you that you would need to be accustomed to the clothing." he told her. "You see, while your body is decent, it is not perfect. I have already started modifying you to accommodate me, and now I shall start modifying your external body so that you please me both physically and aesthetically."

Leaving Sabrina staring at him open mouthed in shock, he moved into the bedroom and opened the wardrobe. Reaching in, he took out an unusual pair of shoes. They were black patent, with 5 inch stiletto heels and a wide strap across the ankle. He returned to where Sabraina was restrained with the shoes and bent to slip her feet into them. The straps fastened snugly around her ankles and were secured by small padlocks.

He then removed a pair of jewelled weights from his pocket and attached them to her nipple rings where they swung and caught the light each time she attempted to breath. She was learning that if she took shallow breaths, she could maintain consciousness, although it was still a struggle to breath.

Finally, Michael dipped his hand once more into his pocket and removed a black crotchless micro G-string and another item that Sabrina could not identify. Michael ordered her to spread her legs and when she complied he took the unidentified item and attached it to her clit. Sabrina gasped as it pinched and looked up as Michael explained it was a clitoral clip, whose purpose was to stimulate her whilst providing an aesthetically pleasing vision to her master. He then held out the crotchless g-string and told her to step into it. He slid the micro G-string up her body until it rested under the base of her corset, making sure that the strings separated her lips, exposing her pussy completely.

He stood back and admired his handiwork. Sabrina stood before him, wasp-waisted, her breasts pushed up and out by the corset, nipples and clit adorned with glittering jewels and forced to stand on tip toe by the heels on her shoes. She was truly a vision to behold!