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I am 33years old and just got into a relationship after 4 years he doesn't know I am a fanfiction writer nor does he know the type of stuff I write abou. Lotl he would probably run away or marry me! Lol anyway here is a long chapter 3,000+ words enjoy! Also read my other fanfictions.
September 18th, 2007
11:03am
After eating breakfast and taking my morning crap, I went to the basement, quietly opening the top door and creeping down to look at the bottom door. There were no signs of any tampering.
I purposely made some noise so she would know I was there, then entered the room cautiously. She was lying on the futon. I don't recall giving her permission to use it. I picked up my dowel rod and walked over to her and said "Did I give you permission to use the futon?"
She looked at me quit startled and begged "I thought... I'm sorry, Master, please... I thought this was my bed, Master, please... I'm sorry, Master." and quickly rolled off the futon on to the floor.
"You must earn the right to use anything in this room. The floor is your bed. You do not touch anything else in this room except your clothes and whatever I have specifically given you permission to use. Get on your hands and knees."
She immediately did as commanded.
"Lick my feet and beg forgiveness." I demanded.
She looked up at me and for a brief instant looked like she wanted to kill me. Then she remembered her situation and started begging me, licking my feet between each few words
"Please forgive me, Master... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... Please don't punish me, Master... I won't do it again... I will take good care of you today... I can suck your cock again, Master... I think I know how to do it now... Please don't punish me, Master please!"
This was surprising. She was volunteering to suck my dick. She is up to something.
I told her to lay down on her back on the massage table. She looked at the table and then at me, like she was trying to decide whether to obey me or not.
"Master?" she asked?
"What is it, Slave?"
"Can I please try sucking your cock again first, Master? I thought about how to do it all night and I think I can make you feel really good now."
Now I knew something was up. "Maybe", I responded as I sat down in the recliner. "Get down on your knees, in between my legs."
She got down between my knees and started unbuttoning my jeans. As she bent over, I could see down her back, and noticed that something was making her shirt poke out at the bottom. It was obviously the screwdriver. She had it tucked in to the back or her pants. The bitch was probably planning on biting my dick, then stabbing me with the screwdriver.
"Wait a second, Slave, I want some music." I said as I got up to get the remote from the drawer. "Stay right there."
I got the remote, and as I walked back to her, I grabber her by the back of the neck and slammed her head down on the recliner. Her hands started waving around behind her trying to push me away, her screams muffled by the recliner cushion. When pushing me away didn't work, she started reaching for the screwdriver.
I grabbed her right arm and pushed it up her back, like kids do to make another kid say "Uncle!". I needed to grab her other arm, so I let go of her head. She immediately turned her head and started screaming.
"No! Fucking damn it, God, please no, let me go... fucking... PLEASE let me go. I want to go home." She was crying hysterically now. "I just want to go home! YOU FUCKING BASTARD! I WILL KILL YOU! Please don't hurt me any more... please. YOU GOD DAMN PERVERT... please..."
She was going back and forth between hatred and fear. This was good. It was all part of breaking her. This will go a long way to make her realize how hopeless it is, and to accept her fate.
I swung her to her feet and knocked her down on the massage table. I told her if she didn't quit struggling, I would just kill her now with the screwdriver and be done with it. She slowly calmed down enough for me to flip her over on to her back and secure her arms and legs to the table.
I tightened the clamp just enough to keep her from moving her head, but not pushing in on her cheeks yet.
"That was very stupid of you."
"I'm sorry, Master. Please don't... please don't" she trailed off, crying.
"You have committed a serious crime against me. You were planning on biting my cock and then stabbing me, weren't you, Slave?"
"No, Master, no, no, I swear. I... I was just hiding the screwdriver. I... I thought you'd be mad at me for... I... I wasn't trying to hurt you... please, Master.
"You are in a lot of trouble, Slave. We will deal with each infraction soon, but first I wanted to ask you again; how many times you have been fucked."
"What? How many... I told you, Master, just one time and it hurt." she said.
"I'm giving you one more chance; How many times have you been fucked?"
"Master... I told... Master... please... I'm sorry... I... I'm sorry, Master."
"Sorry for what?"
"I'm sorry, oh God, I'm so sorry. I... I wasn't thinking straight. You asked me and I was scared... and you... I... I'm sorry, Master."
"HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BEEN FUCKED!" I screamed as I lashed both her thighs with the dowel rod.
"Ahhhh, God! I don't know, Master! I don't know. My old boyfriend... he... we... several times... Ten, eleven! Oh God, please, Master. I'm sorry. I don't know exactly..."
Hearing this I went in to a phony rage. I wanted to get her attention, give her something to remember.
I got right in her face, "You fucking, lying, bitch!" I yelled. Then I grabbed her shirt at the top and yanked it so hard all the buttons flew off and it popped open. She screamed in fear "Stop! Please!"
I then grabbed her bra and jerked it so hard she came up off the table a few inches. It sprang open and her tits flopped out as she landed back on the table. "Master!" she screamed. She was absolutely terrified.
I tucked my hand in to the front of her pants and jerked downward. It took several jerks but the button finally flew off and the zipper broke. Her ankles were tied to the table legs so I would not be able to remove her pants, But I jerked them several more times and got them bunched up below her knees.
I grabbed her panties and in one swift jerk, they were on the floor. She was now naked except for her socks and her pants around her calves.
She was still screaming and crying but was making little sense. It was mostly partial sentences begging me not to hurt her.
I took the dowel rod and gave her several quick, lashes on her bare thighs. I wanted to keep the rage going and keep everything happening so fast it would make her head spin, so I kept lashing her all the way up to her groin and up her stomach, finally reaching her tits. I backed off on the force around her tits. They are pretty small and I don't want to take any chances of scarring them.
By this time she is screaming, crying and sobbing so loudly it is hurting my ears.
I grabbed a handful of pubic hair and pulled. Not hard enough to pull it out but hard enough to hurt like hell. "You fucking, lying, manipulating, whore slut of a bitch!" I yelled as I jerked on her short hairs.
She screamed even louder as her whole body convulsed.
I then grabbed each of her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers and squeezed, again, with enough pressure to hurt, but not damage. Her face contorted as she let out a prolonged moan. I started twisting her nipples and the pitch and volume of her moan changed as I did so.
"I will teach you to lie to me, bitch!" I said as I started to tighten the clamp. It butted up against her cheeks and she closed her mouth tightly.
"OPEN YOU FUCKING MOUTH!" I screamed.
She opened her mouth and I continued to tighten the clamp. When I was finished, she looked like a fish. Her lips were open, her tongue was wagging around, and her cheeks were pushed in. It looked like the clamp idea was working well. She continued to cry and scream but could not form any intelligible words.
I walked to the end of the table near her feet and as I was taking my pants off, said "You lied to me. You lied to me with that filthy bitch mouth of yours. You should not have lied to me with your filthy whore mouth. Now we're going to put that filthy mouth to good use."
Her eyes lit up, scared to death, a dozen thoughts about what that meant probably racing through her head.
I folded up the legs at the foot of the table and let it drop to the floor, then repeated this with the legs at the head of the table so the table was now laying flat on the floor. I moved around the table to get behind her head and then crawled down over her head, facing her feet. I wanted to make sure my dick would still fit in her mouth with the clamp in place so I crawled down the table a bit and slowly slid my cock in to her mouth. It was a wonderful fit. Just tight enough to be comfortable.
She was letting out muffled cries as I pumped her face, not going too deep yet because I didn't want her to puke. After a few minutes, I decided to probe deeper and see how much she could take. I slowly inched it deeper in to her mouth and could hear her gagging a bit. I pumped several times at this depth to let her get used to it.
When the gagging subsided, I decided to go for it and jammed my cock down her throat to the hilt. I heard her try to scream and start to choke, so I pulled out about two inches. I waited a few seconds then jammed it down her throat again. I repeated this many times, always keeping her on the brink of gagging.
After a few minutes, I stopped pumping her face and told her to massage my cock with her tongue. I barely felt any movement, so I grabbed a handful of pubic hair, giving it a jerk and yelled "Move your tongue, bitch!". She started flapping her tongue around frantically.
"Slower." I commanded, and she slowed down the tongue movements. I started slowly pumping her face again as her tongue continued to massage my cock. This was feeling a bit too good. I had more plans and didn't want to come yet, so I pulled out of her mouth.
"You like that, Slut? You like having cock rammed down your throat? Yeah, I'll bet you did like that. I'll tell you what, since you liked that so much, I've got a special treat for you. You will love this."
I stood up and while still facing her feet, squatted down over her face, asshole aim towards her mouth.
She moaned loudly, I think she was trying to say "please" "god" and "no" a lot, but it just came out as gibberish. Her tone was like "Oh my God, please not *that*".
"You see that asshole, Slut? Got any idea where it's going? That's right, Slut, it's going on that filthy, lying mouth of yours. Have you ever licked an asshole? You will love it! Take a good look, Slut. I just took a crap before I came down here and I'm not feeling quite so fresh. You'll take care of that for me, won't you, Slut?"
She was letting out deep sobs as I was taunting her. I could tell this was the most horrible thing I had done to her since she got here. Obviously not the most painful, be she seemed to be especially horrified by this. I am always very thorough when wiping and was pretty clean, but she didn't know that.
"Ok, here it comes, Slut. You are going to lick my asshole clean. Don't make me punish you! Stick your tongue out now... DO IT, SLUT!"
She stuck her tongue out, but not nearly as far as I knew she could.
"Don't FUCK with me, SLUT! Stick your fucking tongue out as far as it will go!"
Her tongue popped out even a bit farther than I expected. I was looking at her upside down, between my legs.
"I want to see you move your tongue around. Twirl it around, move it up and down... there you go. Just like that. Perfect! You will make a good asshole cleaner. Do not stop until I tell you to."
I started to lower myself on to her mouth. It was difficult to judge exactly where to land, but as soon as I felt her tongue hitting my crack, I adjusted and zeroed her tongue in on my asshole. Just as I felt her tongue hit my rim, she pulled it back and I stopped feeling it.
"LICK MY ASSHOLE, SLUT!" I screamed as I grabbed another handful of pubic hair and yanked. With this, her tongue started darting around, all over my asshole. It felt really nice. I had not had anyone lick my asshole since my wife and I tried it once a few days after we got married. We both liked the feeling, but didn't like being the one doing it so we never did it again.
She continued to moan her disgust, but not as loudly as before.
"Slow down, lick it like you are kissing your boyfriend. Make it sexy. Slow and sexy... there you go. Like that. Yes... that pleases Master. I'm starting to feel less pissed off. Keep going. Do a really good job and I may forgive you."
She continued licking, and quite well. Her moaning had subsided to just a few grunts here and there. I think she was actually trying to do a good job, presumably to please me and get out of further punishment. But it wasn't over yet.
"Good job, Slave. You are pleasing your Master, but now you need to really clean me out. French kiss my asshole, Slave."
I heard her moan again and sob a few times.
"You are pleasing me so far, don't fuck this up. Put your tongue inside my asshole before I start to get angry again."
I felt her tongue probing my asshole, trying to push inside it.
"Good girl, there you go. Right there. Yes... now move it in and out. Fuck my asshole with your tongue. Yes... there you go. Oh yes, you are pleasing your Master."
After a few minutes of this, I decided I need to blow my load, but had one other thing to do first.
"Ok, Slave, you have done well so far. Now I want you to stick your tongue out as far as it will go so I can wipe my ass with it."
There were no more moans. She just stuck her tongue out as commanded and I moved my ass back and forth so her tongue wiped my ass from the top of my crack to the base of my balls. I did this several times, while giving her encouragement.
"Good Slave. Yes, very nice. You did well." I said as I stood turned around to face her. I took one of her socks and wiped off the saliva that had been smeared all over her face. I did not notice any odor.
"Very nice, Slave. I almost forgive you. We have one more thing to teach you and all will be forgiven."
She looked at me a bit strangely. I'm not sure what the look was; resignation maybe?
"I need to come now. I'm going to fuck your mouth and I want you to move your tongue like you did before; slowly and sexy. I'm going to come in your mouth and I do not want you to spit it out. I know it's hard for you to swallow with the clamp on your face, but do *not* spit my come out."
I turned around this time so I could feel her tongue on the underside of my shaft, and pushed it in to her mouth.
She made not a single sound.
I started pumping her face, slowly working my cock down her throat until I was buried to the hilt. She let out only a few small gags.
It did not take long before I was shooting my load. It was spilling all over her face as I continued to pump, but she did not spit. Her mouth, chin and cheeks were covered in a come/saliva mixture, and my cock, balls and orange pubic hair had a fair amount on them as well. She also had a substantial amount of come in her mouth, mostly under her tongue where she seemed to be storing it.
I loosened then clamp enough for her to close her mouth. She flexed her jaw a few times to stretch it out, then opened her mouth back up to show that she still had the come under her tongue.
"Now... swallow it" I said.
She closed her eyes, squinted a bit, gulped loudly and then opened her mouth to show that it was clear. I tightened the clamp back in place and and put my dick back in her mouth.
"Clean me off, Slave" I said as I took a few long, slow strokes so she could suck the remaining come off of my cock. I pulled out of her mouth and put my balls on her lips.
"Clean my balls now." She licked all over my balls as I moved around so she could reach all of the spots of come. The come was starting to congeal now.
"And out of my hair, too". I moved around so she could use her lips to pluck off a few balls of come that had landed in my pubic hair.
"Very nice, Slave! Very nice job, indeed." I praised, as I released her head from the clamp.
"As you now realize, I will get what I want from you, with or without your cooperation. I hope you see that it goes much better for you when you cooperate."
"Yes, Master. I understand. I am sorry for having caused you trouble. I will obey you from now on, I swear it."
I as surprised by what she said.
I spent about 20 minutes cleaning up as she showered. The chain won't quite reach to the shower, so I unhooked her and watched her carefully. When she got out of the shower, I handed her a white tee shirt and white panties. I bought small tee shirts so they would be tight.
"This is now your official slave outfit. You will wear only tee shirts, panties and socks unless I tell you otherwise. You are not allowed to wear pants, shoes, a bra or anything else. There are several blankets and throws under the futon if you get cold. Do you understand?"
"I understand, Master" she said, as she sat on the floor.
"Also, you now have permission to use the futon. As long as you are obedient, it will remain your bed. You are still not allowed to use the TV or anything but the futon."
"Thank you, Master." she said, with just a trace of excitement in her voice. I think she was genuinely happy that she had pleased me and was earning more privileges.
She was either well on her way to being broken, or she was still a manipulating bitch that was saying what she thought I wanted to hear. We shall see.
September 18th, 2007
7:15pm
I checked my message on the social site. Mila had messaged me several times. She is frantic. She had an eviction notice on her door when she got home from work. She asked me she could borrow a couple of hundred dollars or pay for her a cheap motel she could stay at for a few weeks until she gets a job. She even offered a P2P (Pay2Play).
Damn! What do I do. I'd love to have two girls one Japanese and one Black and I'm sure I could lure her out here. Do I want to risk having two girls here?
Fuck it. I'm going to do it. I'll tell her she can come over somke some weed and fuck me for a couple thousand dollars. But she won't be leaving here. Not EVER.