Clara found herself standing in a dimly lit, unfamiliar room. The air was thick with tension and the scent of leather. She looked down at herself, confused to find she was wearing a skimpy leather bikini and a leash was attached to her collar. She tried to remember how she had gotten there, but her memories were hazy and fragmented.
The door to the room creaked open and in walked the Master, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the sight of her. "Ah, Clara, I see you're awake," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "I hope you're ready for your new role as my slave."
Clara's heart raced as she realized the gravity of her situation. She had always known the Master was dangerous, but she had never imagined he would go this far. She tried to pull away, but the leash held her back, forcing her to stay in place.
The Master approached her, his eyes roving over her body with a hungry gaze. "You look delicious, Clara," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I can't wait to taste you."
He reached out and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her roughly against him. Clara could feel his hard length pressing against her, and she knew there was no escaping his grasp. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was to come.
The Master's hand trailed down her body, cupping her breast and giving it a squeeze. Clara gasped, her nipples hardening under his touch. He chuckled, his fingers finding their way to the ties of her bikini bottom. With a swift motion, he untied them, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.
"Spread your legs, Clara," he commanded, his voice stern. Clara hesitated for a moment, but the leash around her neck reminded her of her new reality. She spread her legs, her pussy already wet with desire.
The Master knelt down in front of her, his eyes locked on her exposed flesh. He reached out and traced a finger over her labia, causing Clara to shiver with pleasure. She bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan as he continued to explore her body.
Suddenly, the Master stood up, his finger still wet with her juices. He brought it to his mouth, tasting her. "Delicious," he murmured, his eyes darkening with desire.
He reached for his pants, quickly undoing them and letting them fall to the ground. Clara couldn't help but stare at his hard cock, her body reacting instinctively to the sight of it.
The Master stepped closer to her, his cock brushing against her thigh. Clara closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable. But instead of entering her, the Master grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back.
"Open your mouth, Clara," he demanded, his voice harsh. She opened her mouth, her body trembling with anticipation.
The Master thrust his cock into her mouth, causing Clara to gag. He held her head in place, his hips thrusting back and forth as he face-fucked her. Clara could feel his cock hitting the back of her throat, and she tried to suppress her gag reflex.
The Master groaned, his grip on her hair tightening as he reached his climax. Clara could feel his cock twitching in her mouth, his warm seed filling her throat. She swallowed, trying to keep up with the flood of semen.
The Master pulled out of her mouth, his cock still hard. Clara looked up at him, her eyes watering from the force of his thrusts. The Master smirked, his hand reaching down to stroke his cock.
"You're a natural, Clara," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I knew you would be a good slave."
Clara felt a wave of disgust wash over her, but she knew there was no escaping the Master's grasp. She was his slave now, and she would have to learn to live with it.
The Master reached down, grabbing her by the leash and pulling her to her feet. "Come, Clara," he said, his voice softening. "I have more plans for you."
Clara followed the Master out of the room, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty. She didn't know what the future held for her, but she knew one thing for sure: she would never be the same again.
The Master led Clara down a long corridor, her leash trailing before her. She couldn't help but feel like an animal, a plaything for the Master's amusement.
As they walked, the Master's hand occasionally reached out to touch her, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. Clara tried to suppress her shivers of pleasure, but she couldn't help the way her body responded to his touch.
Finally, they reached a large room, dimly lit with candles and filled with various sex toys. Clara's eyes widened as she took in the sight, her heart racing with fear and excitement.
The Master turned to her, a wicked smile on his face. "Welcome to your new playground, Clara," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I hope you enjoy your stay."
Clara's breath hitched in her throat as she looked around the room. There were tables filled with dildos, vibrators, and other toys she couldn't even name. A St. Andrew's cross stood in one corner, and a large bed with restraints took up most of the space.
The Master walked over to a table and picked up a flogger, running his fingers over the leather strands. Clara couldn't help but shiver at the sight, her pussy growing wet with anticipation.
"I think it's time to get started, don't you?" the Master said, turning back to Clara.
Before Clara could respond, the Master was on her, his lips crushing against hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, and Clara could feel herself getting lost in the sensation.
The Master broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "Undress me," he commanded, his voice rough with need.
Clara hesitated for a moment before reaching for the Master's shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal his muscular chest. She ran her hands over his skin, feeling the muscles ripple under her touch.
The Master's hands went to Clara's bikini top, untying it and letting it fall to the ground. Clara's breasts were exposed, her nipples hard with desire.
The Master cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples. Clara moaned, her pussy growing wetter with every touch.
The Master led Clara over to the St. Andrew's cross, tying her arms and legs to the restraints. Clara was now completely exposed, her body on display for the Master's pleasure.
The Master picked up a vibrator, turning it on and pressing it against Clara's clit. Clara moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.
The Master teased her, pulling the vibrator away and then pressing it back against her clit. Clara could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm, her body tensing with every touch.
Finally, the Master pushed the vibrator inside Clara's pussy, fucking her with it as he sucked on her nipples. Clara's orgasm crashed over her, her body shaking with pleasure.
"You look so fucking hot tied up like that, Clara," he said, running his hand over her bare ass. Clara moaned, her body trembling with anticipation.
The Master picked up a riding crop, running it over Clara's body. He tapped it lightly against her nipples, making her gasp with pleasure. He then trailed it down her stomach, teasing her pussy before finally slapping it against her clit. Clara cried out, her body shaking with pleasure.
The Master continued to torture Clara with the riding crop, slapping it against her body in various places.
The Master finally ceased the beating, setting the riding crop aside as he untied her from the St. Andrew's cross. Clara collapsed onto the floor, her body spent and trembling.
The Master picked Clara up, carrying her over to the nearby bed. He laid her down gently and climbed on top of her, his hard cock pressing against her wet pussy. Clara moaned, spreading her legs wide as the Master entered her.
The Master fucked Clara hard and fast, their bodies slapping together as they both reached for their orgasms. Clara could feel herself getting close, her body tensing as the Master's cock hit her g-spot.
The Master reached down, rubbing Clara's clit as he fucked her. Clara's orgasm crashed over her, her body shaking as the Master continued to fuck her. The Master finally reached his own orgasm, filling Clara's pussy with his hot cum.
The Master collapsed on top of Clara, both of them panting and sweating. Clara wrapped her arms and legs around the Master, holding him close as they both came down from their highs.
"You're mine, Clara," the Master whispered in her ear, "and I'm never letting you go."