Days passed, which turned into weeks, then a month. One sunrise and sunset after another. The master had an enormous mansion, only one wing of which I was granted access around. The help told me of the sprawling land that surrounded the estate, which was high up on a mountain, well concealed behind giant pine trees, away from prying eyes. I still had not been outside of the mansion, I could only see the high lush tree's from the windows. I was not given outdoor privileges yet from the master.

His huge estate was filled with antique furniture, glassy hardwood cherry floors, oriental rugs, a myriad of dark art, many by Vincent Van Gough. Chandeliers dripped from cathedral-high ceilings, and windows made of stained glass. So many bedrooms that he could open an inn, a ballroom, four kitchens and four dining rooms that each seated roughly 50 people.

I was introduced to the help as the masters personal assistant. I felt inside that they must have known better, but they remained faithful and quiet, always turning a blind eye to the obvious fact that the master was as kinky and strange sexually as he was eccentric in his every day life, and that I was, in fact, his subordinate. Mostly the help never spoke a word against the master. They were paid very well and given room and board in their own wing, which was conveniently as far from ours as possible. They were not granted access to our particular wing unless they were called upon for something, and this was usually only to serve meals.

The 3rd floor maid, Greta, told me of the masters reclusive nature, of his severe distrust towards women, and most people in general, for that matter. But she did not speak as though she were putting him down, she only told me the facts. She would ask me indirectly if I was happy there, and each time she brought it up I would tell her the truth, that I was. Deep down inside I loved the man and I wanted to be with him at any cost.

She told me of the few girls that he had ever brought there, of which were never allowed to come in the manor itself. They were sent directly to the basement (where I had been 'broken in') from the back entrance. She spoke of how quickly he would send them away early the next morning, and sometimes even late that same night. That he never saw them off. His driver, John, would be called upon to bring the "heartbroken" young girls to wherever their destinations may be. I was tempted to ask her why she would think they were heartbroken, if they were sad that they were being sent away, or if they could not endure what he enjoyed. Either way, I had no way of ever knowing, and I knew that I could not ask Greta. Though it was evident that Greta was indirectly telling me that somehow I was "special."

Greta was a kindly older woman, soft spoken but always had a lot to say. I had no more casual contact with people now, so I looked forward to our infrequent chats. I deeply enjoyed Greta's company and having someone around who would not be angry if I said or did the wrong thing. I longed for contact with other people, and the help, especially Greta, was all there was. Greta thought it best if we kept our talks as discreet as possible, and under the circumstances, I agreed never to say a word. How could I?

I suspected, though, that the master was aware that the help at times kept me company, and that they did not make any sexual advances towards me. Had he minded the casual conversations, I suspected that he would have already punished me severely. He may not have appreciated my more personal chats with Greta, on the other hand. I suspected he had no camera's in the rooms she normally tended to, and made certain to venture to her rather than to speak with her in the masters main suite.

Greta often asked me if I missed my family and friends, and my response was that I occasionally sent them postcards. The truth was my family and I had never been close and therefore were not in touch, and my friends were informed early on that I would be "working" for the master. I would be very busy, but wished them well. I missed them and I often wished that I could pick up a phone and hear their voices. However, my life was no longer free to do such mundane things at any given time.

The master had come into the bedroom suite one evening in the very beginning, while I was still on handcuff restriction, waving a small white card in his hand as he sat down at the foot of the bed. The white card, I realized, was my identification card. He informed me that he'd had someone do an in depth check on my background, as he expected to know everything about me without having to ask and trust that I would tell him everything truthfully. He was very clear with me from the start that he did not trust me in any sense, and though it stung, I accepted it.

He also informed me that he intended to have someone on his staff send out letters to those in my life who might be so inclined as to come looking for me, that all was well. I was not allowed to call or write a single person, and he was not at all positive that he wanted to give me those privileges at all in the future. He reminded me that my life was now his, and therefore he intended to take away anything that existed in my life outside of his estate. He told me that unless he ever decided otherwise, it stood as it was. I was never to attempt to go against his wishes. I didn't dare question him, but inside I missed my friends sometimes and wondered how they were.

The master was as eccentric as they come, this was evident in the fact that I was not allowed to wear clothes, but rather I was only permitted to wear see through camisoles, corset's, and lingerie of which he provided me. The only time I was permitted to put a robe on was when Greta would come through that wing to clean.

When the master was present and meals were served, I was not allowed to cover up for the butlers that would come and go, as this would interfere with the masters enjoyment. And as such, the master had instructed the butlers whom served our meals that they were not to stare or think impure thoughts about me under his roof. I often imagined that they truly did shut out any bad thoughts for fear of his suspicions arising, which would lead to their immediate dismissal, as per his hostile promise.

The master always wore black clothes from head to toe, and more often than not he wore blue-black or deep wine colored mid length velvet coats baring ruffled sleeves, over his hauntingly sexy clothing, he bathed in near scalding water, and he always slept nude. Not one person on his staff seemed to know exactly what it was that he did for a living, only that he carried on as a musician in his spare time and that he only very occasionally performed.

Being a recluse, he preferred to remain in the manor most of the time. All of the work he did was from his study, where no one, other than himself, was ever permitted to enter. The only fact that seemed to be widely known about him, was that his wealth came from his large family inheritance. He came from a long line of wealthy southern society types, his refined upbringing was evident in his mundane activities through out the day. Everything about his demeanor, apart from sexual activity, was very controlled and very classy. His temper, however, was another story.

During my first few days in the manor, my hands had been cuffed to the posts of his king size bed. I would spend hours in naked idle silence, waiting for him to return and do as he pleased with me. The next week or so I was allowed to be free from the handcuffs, but never to set foot off of the bed in his absence. Many days I would sit cross legged, in tears, in horrible need of using the bathroom and hoping that I could hold it until he returned at the end of the day, in order to beg him for access, which he preferred to watch for his enjoyment. Never did I dare to so much as dangle a foot over the side of that bed in his absence, as I knew he would have me for it immediately. He had installed a camera in the room, in order to track my activity throughout the day. I knew that he kept a video screen in his study across the manor, to watch me as he worked, because there were days when he would return and not want to ravage me right away.

One morning in particular, he confirmed my suspicions when he informed me, upon departing, that he expected me to lay down at precisely 1 PM and finger myself for exactly 14 minutes. More than enough time for him to manually get himself off while watching me. I was to repeat this activity again at precisely 4 PM, for another 14 minutes. Naturally, if I dared to climax, I would pay severely. This, as he said, was for him, not for me. After yet another week, I was granted access around the bedroom suite and adjacent bathroom on the conditions that I did not so much as touch his drawers. He also warned me never to close the bathroom door or I would end up back in square one. I knew better.

There were good days and bad days. There were days when things went smoothly, and there were days when he was horribly irritable and hurtful.
There were days when he would leave at sunrise and return at sunset, and other days when he would return far earlier than he was due, and he would have his way with me. Sometimes he would stay and other times he would get up without a single word and leave to resume his work across the manor. There were times he would punish me for disappointing him by pounding me from behind until I was crying out of control, unable to endure anymore pain, and he would take me over his knee, welting my ass with his belt until I agreed to be silent and give him some peace for the rest of the evening. He never again since the first night had vaginal sex with me, preferring to fuck my ass from behind, to bring himself to climax as I played for him, or just to get a suck off, and naturally the dark games never subsided.

He preferred rear entry so as to fixate on the brand he had given me the first night he had me, the night he claimed me. He would run his fingers up and down the length of it, following the swirls of branded "vines" that crawled down the length of my spine, starting from between my shoulder blades, and spiraling all the way down to my tailbone, where the vines connected to a large diamond containing his initials, that came to it's lowest point just at the top of my ass crack. I still could not endure all of the pain or discomfort he set upon me without breaking down, much of the time I fully expected to be punished for not being stronger.

I was still not allowed to climax, and my yearning for release only grew deeper over time. He would pull at my hair and fuck my ass to no end, hissing in my ear that If I DARED to come, or even to hide that I was coming, he would know very well and that I would pay horribly. And I took him at his word, I didn't dare allow myself to climax.

A few times I teetered on the edge for so long, fighting as best I could against allowing myself that pleasure, and in deep fear of letting go, knowing that he would feel the contractions and know that I had disobeyed him, I would wriggle away and curl up in a ball crying, only to be pulled up and dealt with immediately. I knew I would be punished for this each time, whether he realized why I was doing it or not, he was going to put me back in my place and I knew that I had no choice but to endure it because I was his and this was how he wanted things. Now that I was granted access around the entire wing, which consisted of five bedrooms, five baths, one library, one relaxing room, and one of his enormous dining rooms, I was also granted access to reading material in the library that he kept on shelves which went up so high that they were only accessible from the sliding ladder.

I would spend hours on end curled up in the huge arm chairs, reading book after book. And when I was due to put on a show for the master I would tend to my duties in front of the camera and I would then return to my reading. When the master returned, things were much different. I was not permitted to move about freely. I was not allowed to move without permission, and I was not allowed to speak unless spoken to. I did exactly as the master wished, and never dared question him.

At night when he retired to sleep, I was to sleep on the floor at the foot of his bed. I was not allowed to get up and move from that spot unless I was given specific orders to from the master at any point during the night or morning. He made sure this was enforced by connecting a chain from one leg of the bed to a cuff that connected to my left ankle. Any unnecessary movement and he would surely wake up and I would be in trouble.
Many nights I lay awake in complete silence, staring up at the high domed ceilings, vibrantly glowing from the moonlight which shone in through the high windows, memorizing every design crafted into the beams, counting crystals that hung from the elaborate chandelier high above, listening to the tick...tick...tick of the grandfather clock. Cutting through the otherwise silent room, I would hear his voice in the darkness.

"Wake up...come to me now." he would say softly. I would walk as far as the chain would allow so that he could unlock the cuff and have me however he pleased, for however long he wished. Some nights I would awaken to the feeling of lips searching my body, fingers digging sensually into my flesh, and I would accommodate him right there on the floor.

I had begun to grow accustomed to his daily schedule of three days work and four off, and his nocturnal rousing's, as well. I knew when he would rise every morning, shortly after 10 am, and that he retired anywhere between 3 and 5 am on any given morning. I was not permitted to sleep once he had risen, most mornings I already lay awake waiting to hear him stir.

This particular evening was no different from any other, he was somber. He sat at the end of the enormous dining room table, silent, eating as I sat on the floor next to him. On this night I was especially hungry, my stomach continued to rumble despite what I had already eaten. On any given night, that serving was enough, but tonight I was still hungry. The butler returned to the room only to set down another tray and walk back out. I watched the master pick at his food in silence. He always knew when I was staring, and it usually got me into trouble unless he was in the right mood. Without turning to look at me, he said angrily "What are you staring at?" I hesitated, "I'm still..very hungry, sir." I spoke softly, my voice shaky. His demeanor remained the same, he didn't so much as turn his head towards me.

"I'm eating. You may have seconds once I am finished." He spoke with authority and continued to eat. It was the end of the story, I would have to wait. And I sat patiently. The butler returned to the table and stood expectantly. "Anything else you would like this evening, sir?" He asked graciously. The master did not look up as he spoke. "bring in a bottle of wine and another plate for her and set it down on the table, you may then show yourself back to your own wing and lock up behind you."

The butler asked no questions. He left the room and returned shortly after with the plate and a bottle of wine. The master waved him out, and he exited without a word or a glance. It would be just the master and I for the rest of the evening. Without looking at me, he took the plate with annoyance and set it down in front of me. He continued on to open the wine, pouring himself a glass. His silence was not very unusual, he was extremely moody and he never spoke at great lengths to me. Never did he speak about mundane things with me, either, or carry on a conversation. He only spoke to me about things pertaining to us and to what he wanted and expected, and I listened. In me he had exactly what he wanted, someone who did not question him, challenge him, ask too many questions or talk when he did not wish to listen. I did as I was told, and he thrived on control, dominance.

Once I had eaten, I stared across the vast room at the fireplace on the other end, the flames kicking up high and crackling as they leapt up into the chimney stack. The master had poured a tall glass of wine and was nursing it. "Lean up and drink." He said, his gaze looking straight ahead, he held the glass where it would reach my mouth. I crouched up on my knees and put my lips to the glass, he tipped it, controlling how much I was to drink. Tonight he wanted me to have more, he continued to tip the glass until I had swallowed almost half of it's contents. He pulled the glass back up and set it on the table, pouring more and taking a long drink.

"Tonight I expect you're going to be a good girl." His comment was not so much a statement as it was a question in a different form. I learned this about him over time. I shook my head, he would have no problems. "I suspect so long as you're good and loosened up, you won't give me any problems and I can do as I please without you carrying on or crying afterward and upsetting me a great deal." I shook my head again, he lowered the glass to me again. "Drink." He tipped the glass to my lips again and watched me drink this time, in his eyes flashing that glint of sexual passion that usually came through when he wanted me.

He drank the last of the glassful, set both hands on the edge of the table. "Come up on the table..sit in front of me." I did as I was told. I climbed up on a chair and sat down on the table, facing him where he sat in his chair. 'Lean back on your arms and spread your legs for me." I sat back and with my legs bent at the knee, I slowly parted them for him. The mesh panties I wore were already damp from my arousal at watching him eat, and my nipples were erect through the sheer black tank top that had on.

"Touch yourself, convince me that you want it." His hand disappeared beneath the table, already working at his pants zipper. My hand slid down to the side of my panties, slid just under them and touched the ring through my clit, tugging on it the way he liked. The material was sheer enough to see everything quite clearly..he could see my finger playing along my clit and down towards my wet opening, sliding in and out slowly. His eyes were fixed on me, his tongue went over his lips in anticipation as he watched.

I spread my legs a bit further, moaned as I stuck two fingers in, then three. I raised them to my lips and sucked the wetness off. He sat up, sliding the dishes off of the table, sending them crashing about the hardwood floor in pieces. He pulled my legs, sliding me toward him and buried his face between them, taking my panties between his teeth and moving them aside to take me in his mouth.

I gasped, my head falling back as he pulled me closer. Tonight he had his tongue ring in, I could feel it, and it was exquisite against my already sensitive clit. His head came up, his hand grabbing at the panties and ripping them from my body. He threw them to the floor and stood up, taking the bottle of remaining wine in his hand. He stood over me and began pouring it down my chest. The cold sweet smelling liquid chilled me and sent shivers across my body. I knew that this was as good as it would get, so I'd better enjoy it. Never did things stay simple when it came to sex with the master. He tore the top off of me and bit at my flesh, some of it wonderful and some of it painful. He licked remnants of wine from my skin, sucked it from my naval, his hands reaching under me and squeezing hard on my ass. He lifted himself up and his hand landed on my pussy with force, the shock of it causing me to wince. Two fingers slid in, back out, trailed my fluid down to my asshole where he worked a finger in and watched me squirm. His other hand removed his hard cock from his falling pants, and he pulled my behind to the very edge of the table, pushing my legs back just far enough to gain rear entry from that position.

The numbing buzz of the wine had taken effect, and made it a bit easier to endure when he slipped his large manhood inside of my rear without hesitance. His hips thrust rhythmically but slowly as he watched himself moving in and out, his grip firm on my ankles as he went. The extreme depths he reached for brought soft moans out of my mouth, moans of pleasure but also of the underlying and only slightly numbed pain his depth caused. One hard thrust, and he held still deep inside of me, his unexpected slam into me caused me to cry out and tense under his hold.

"Be a good girl." He moaned, as he continued to move his hips around slowly, watching his dick working in and out. Deep in my mind I cried out for stimulation to help me along, but I was well aware that unless he wanted to, there would be nothing I could do. Tonight he was exceptionally preoccupied with his own desires. He rarely tended much to mine, aside from engaging in what turned him on. He rubbed more of my wetness down to his cock and worked until he was gliding easily back and forth. I watched as his eyes closed, his head tilted back exposing a beautifully smooth milky white neck, small dark messy strands of hair falling to his shoulders. He drew in heavy breaths with each pump.

"Tell me I'm the best. That you would die for me. Tell me now." His voice wavering through waves of pleasure. I told him what he wanted to hear, and I meant it even as I spoke it. "Tell me that my cock does you like no other." I spoke with every ounce of truth within myself. Hitting his peak, he ceased motion and drew himself out, putting off his climax as he usually did, having always had a very good handle on it.

He turned me over furiously and positioned me on my hands and knees. "Put your head and shoulders down against the table, keep your ass hiked way up." I complied immediately, outstretching my arms far from my lowered head. "Spread your legs wider, stop trying to be modest." His tone became slightly irritated, I immediately obeyed. I heard his chair being kicked over, movement as he walked slowly along my side, his hand gliding across the edge of the table as he went along. He reached into the centerpiece bowl and retrieved an apple. His fingers tangled through my hair and yanked my head up with one swift motion.

"Open." He instructed, as he pressed the apple to my lips. I bit down and held it in my mouth as he put my head sideways against the table once again. I felt his mouth on my ass, his teeth scraping down to the spot just between my thigh and my vaginal lip. His teeth gradually bit down harder, his fingers digging into my legs, the feeling of breaking skin. Painful heat shot through me, his mouth sucked at the wound delicately, his fingers beginning to slide into my tight hole.

I took ragged breaths through my nose, my fingertips digging into the dark glossy wood beneath me. He had left many small scars on me over a short amount of time. Sometimes at night I would trace my finger along them and imagine his mouth and fingers causing them. My endurance to his pain was forever fluctuating, I could not grow used to the amount of pain he caused me at times, my limits were tested to excess on a daily basis. His contact broke away, and a moment later I felt the now-familiar intense heat of burning candle wax hitting the top of my ass crack, flowing down and dripping off the tip of my clit. The sensation of hot and cool caused my leg muscles to tense and tremble. His hand swung hard on my ass, undoubtedly welting the pale flesh. His next swipe landed directly on my pussy, my body jumped and I almost lost my posture from the surprise of his smack.

"Don't you dare move." I heard his voice raise to an angry tone. I had set him off in motion. "You glutinous brat. What I give you isn't enough, is it?" His angry question was not meant to be answered. His hand landed on my ass with such force that I almost fell over.

"I give you food, it isn't enough. I fuck you, you whine. I dress you in only the best, you sulk. I allow you to roam around here in my absence, and you show no appreciation." His hand swatted at me three more times, one after another. "So why do I tolerate you?" He had moved around to my side, lifting up my head forcing me to look him in the eye.

"Because I've claimed you as my own, that's why. And I don't cast aside or destroy what's mine unless it becomes defective or--" He paused, his hand stroking down my cheek, his dark eyes flashed with seething, "very disobedient." He let my head go and stood back. I knew I had not done something right, he was very upset with me. I moved too much, I didn't move enough. Whichever the case may be, I tried to put myself in check.
  I knew from the times that I had squirmed away to avoid orgasm, that he would surely punish me for being disobedient, but was confident inside of myself to feel that he was not going to take such drastic measures over any sexual mishap on my part. Part of the thrill for him was training me, and whether or not he ever admitted it to himself, part of the thrill for him was also the small bits of resistance I sometimes put up, challenging him. His games were far more complex than could ever be imagined. He was moving around to my backside, the chair was picked up, the sound of his pants being tugged off of his legs.

"Now, take it like a good girl." His body moved up against mine from behind, his hands planted firmly on my hips. His hard dick being pushed with force into my ass, no gradual movement, he pushed in and grabbed me tighter as I cried from the pain.

"It can be easy or it can be hard. And I see that tonight you've made your own bed. So lay in it." His pelvis pounded against my ass forcefully, his fingers digging into my hipbones, scratching along the skin. With each thrust, my body jerked and my teeth bit deeper into the apple that remained lodged in my mouth. His moans grew more forceful and his size inside of me seemed to grow as he approached orgasm. His hands moved slightly down in order to pull my ass hard into him as he dug deeper into my insides. Instantly I felt him withdraw and shoot his load down my back, the severe angle of my body causing it to roll down the length of my spine and into my hair. His fingers ran down the length of my back softly, followed by his tongue, starting at his initials and moving up the length of the vines that climbed my spine, licking up his own cum.

He pushed me forcefully forward, "turn onto your back." I turned over and lay watching him sitting on his knees between my legs. He leaned over me entirely, taking the apple from my mouth and resuming his sitting position, he took a bite out of it, staring down at me thoughtfully.

"You're never going to leave here. You know that, don't you?" He asked me with malevolence in his tone. "Yes, sir." I said softly, afraid of pissing him off again. "I'm never going to let you go, you'll be mine for all time." His gaze was filled with satisfaction and coldness. He dropped the apple to the floor and leaned down to tongue my wetness once again, further teasing my built up arousal. His sucks were deep and violent against my flesh, my body shook and pulsated under him.

Tears of frustration welled up in my eyes once again, it was becoming par for the course to be teased to the point of excruciating closeness, and not being granted the permission to let my body go as it so badly needed and wanted to. His mouth sucked hungrily at me, taking me in and caressing every inch of my pussy with his tongue as he went.

My teeth dug into my lower lip, I grabbed at handfuls of my own hair in any attempt to resist the extremity of the pleasure. He lifted up and ran his hands up my inner thighs, staring at the flesh he had devoured so excitedly. My body shivered with anticipation that I was well aware would not be followed through upon. He enjoyed watching my swollen clit covered with our fluids, the blood circulating through the skin and causing a steady pulsation, and he enjoyed leaving business unfinished, keeping me hanging.

He pushed both of my legs down against the table and straddled me, pressing his ass on my erect clit, knowing that he was driving me crazy beneath him. He held his spent, soft dick in his hand, rubbing it against my pubic bone. "You love when I demean you, don't you." Another question not meant to be answered. He knew the answer.

"You love every single fucking bit of it. You'd beg me for more if I allowed you to." His finger traced my naval slowly, I lifted my hips ever so slightly, hoping to pleasure myself against his body, but he resisted, pushing me firmly back down on the table.
"You aren't to take what isn't offered to you." One hand held me in place while the other held his dick over my stomach. Warm wetness flowed over my skin and his urine spilled down my sides. I didn't budge. His head tilted up, his expression that of ecstasy. It was as though this got him off without an erection or any sort of stimulation.

The moment passed and he left the table, collecting his clothing from the floor and slipping them back on. I was not to move until given permission to, I lay there wet and chilled, but silent and patient. When he ordered me up, I stood and allowed him to handcuff me behind my back and lead me out of the dining room.

Tonight had been a good night compared to most.

***   

Rain fell softly outside, the gentle sound lulling and calming. I lay in the darkened room, staring out towards the large arched window across the room. Glistening drops of water ran down the glass in trails. The grandfather clock chimed 2 A.M.  I imagined how nice it would feel to be under those blood red feather covers on his grand bed. To feel the silk sheets against my back as I lay there, my head sinking into the down pillows. He had left his stereo on low tonight, Depeche Mode was softly playing in slow, sensual, steady rhythms. As I continued to watch the falling rain outside of the window, I heard him stir. He sighed and turned over, restless. A moment passed, and then two..

"Answer me if you're awake." He said softly, so softly that had I been asleep I might have never heard him. "Yes, sir, I am." I said just above a whisper.

"Come to me."

His voice was smooth and unmarred at this moment. This morning the master was troubled about something in his life, I could sense it. I would not mess up right now. Instantly, as I stood up, my body tingled in arousal, I walked around to the side of the bed, where he motioned for me to lift my leg up, in order to have the chain unlocked. His hand slid seductively down my calf, reaching the ankle cuff to unlock it. I stood waiting until he decided what he wanted to do next. He was sitting up, his hair falling into his face as it almost always did.

His arms extended and slipped under my lace top, sliding it up as his hands went. I lifted my arms as he slid it up and off of me, staring at my chest. His hands slid around my back, pulling me closer, running his mouth across my sensitive nipples. He shifted further back on the bed and pulled me down onto him. I had never been on top of the master before, for any reason, he felt strangely wonderful under me. His mouth was searching my neck, his hands running through my hair, grabbing ever so slightly. His familiar scent invaded me, so clean and sweet, so alluring.

My entire body was on fire, my heart jumping in my chest as his hands ran down my back and squeezed my ass, grinding his pelvis up against mine with an exquisitely lingering persistence. Much too abruptly, he rolled me over and sat over me, his hands holding my wrists above my head, yet he remained gentle and quiet. His erection pressed against me as he searched my neck and chest once again with his tongue, the warm softness sending my body into tiny shivers of pleasure. He sucked at each nipple until I thought I would be forced over the edge against my better judgment, my body so sensitive to his every touch, that I fought deep within myself to remain controlled. If I forgot his rules, he would punish me.

His legs parted mine and his pelvis worked at my crotch, rubbing his hardness over me with a sensual slowness that under any other circumstances would have sent me over the edge almost instantly. But I continued to fight the temptation. His body slid down until he was between my legs, pulling my underwear off of me so slowly that every inch of leg he rubbed was set on fire with passion as he went. He came back up, his mouth taking in my clit, separating my lips and sliding the ring around with is own silver tongue ring.

My midsection emitted tingles throughout my body, crashing through me like waves. I rested the back of my hand over my mouth, quieting myself from the breaths of ecstasy that I took each time his mouth sucked me in once again. His tongue gently worked it's way inside of me, followed by those slender long fingers. My teeth dug into the flesh of my hand, the pleasure mounted uncontrollably the more he worked at me. My body came so close that I had no choice but to pull up in order to avoid angering him. I had expected to be punished on the spot for resisting, but he didn't lose his temper this time.

His hands firmly pulled me back down and his mouth returned to my clit, sending near-climactic bolts of pleasure deep through me. I didn't know how much more I could take before I had to move again, and risk being punished. My carnal desire wanted him to finish, wanted him to eat at me with even more hunger, to bring me to an earth shattering orgasm. But in reality I knew better than to go against his wishes.

His lips ran up the length of my torso once again, his fingers still pumping in and out of me. His teeth closed on one side of my neck, that now-familiar warm pain as he broke the skin just enough to feel my blood against his lips. My body tensed as the pain subsided, and he drank it in. I felt his erection become even harder against my leg. He pushed it in with a moan and continued to suck, his dick becoming that much harder all at once. He sat up, licking his lips of the one perfect drop of red against a backdrop of pure milky white skin.

"Take my dick." I took his dick in my hands and stroked it slowly, his body reacting just right to every move. His lack of control during such a slow endeavor was common, he became impatient and lifted off of me hastily, moving across the room, his dark silhouette just visible against the white washed moonlight streaming in the windows.

As he returned at my side, he positioned me on all fours and sat in front of me, forcing his aching dick in my mouth, pushing my head down as he thrust upwards. As he continued to fuck the depths of my mouth, I felt the first flog across my lower back, the stiff rod immediately sending stinging pain up my body. I tensed up and braced myself for each new lash, every one more intense than the one just before. I moaned on his cock, taking his length deeper as he continued to bruise my bottom.

His dick throbbed uncontrollably as he moved in and out, circling his hips. I listened to his intense breaths, felt his sweat rolling down his body. I smelled sex and fluids, blood and musk all mingled together, enticing and arousing.

"Suck me good, slut. Do you think you're worthy of my cum? I bet that insatiable little twat wants it. I'm going to drown you in it, bitch. Drown you real nice."
His hand was snarled in my hair, pushing my head fiercely onto his cock. The flogs becoming even more forceful, making me tear and choke up. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and flooded my face with his cum, stroking the last drops out as he finished.
"Suck it clean, whore" He pushed my head until my tongue was licking the tip of his dick clean, his ability to tolerate such a thing just after an orgasm still astounded me.

He slid off of the bed and I watched his slim silhouette move across the room, standing in front of the window staring out at the night sky. I remained on the bed, dutiful, waiting for his next command. After a long moment filled with silence, he spoke.
"Get on the floor just at the side of the bed and sit down." He remained facing the window, his hands behind his back. I immediately got up and retreated to the floor. He turned around, walked slowly over and reached in a nearby drawer, pulling out clanging objects and sitting on one knee at my side. He pulled my hands together in front of me and cuffed the cold metal over my wrists, binding my hands together, and shackled both ankles together, connecting a chain between the wrists and ankles. I lay on my side, bound.

He left me that way for the remainder of the night and into the next morning. Upon rising, he stepped over me without regard and retreated to the bathroom for a great while, before appearing once again in the doorway, wearing only pants. His nearly black hair so striking against the porcelain skin of his neck and face. He stared down with the smallest smile. He enjoyed seeing his work, how I was limited in movement, how I looked up at him with large, questioning eyes that were filled with curiosity, nervousness, and ferocious desire. He loved that I looked at him with such admiration, such adoration. He fed on it. Every weakness I possessed, he probed.

He unlocked the shackles and pulled me off of the floor, tossing my body upon the bed. He ordered me to sit up, his hands maneuvering me around to sit on my hands and knees. He mounted me immediately, unzipping his pants to free his mounting erection, his hand gripping the back of my neck and pushing my head into the pillow. His dick was instantly hard, pushing into my ass without a single bit of hesitance.

I bit down on my lip, hoping for the pain to pass somehow. He pushed into me without guilt, even as I moaned into the pillow softly, my body trembling slightly with pangs of discomfort as his hard cock thrust in and out. This was to be his no frills fuck for the day. He often felt a need to just get off without much exertion, and now was one of those times. I had to endure his spontaneity or pay. He pounded into me until I felt his dick explode inside of me, his come dripping down my thighs as he pulled out and thrust once again back in as deep as possible, groaning deep and hungrily in his own ecstasy. He pulled away, I could sense him moving off of the bed.

"I've drawn a bath, get in and wait there until I return." He finished dressing and walked out the door without another word. The giant tub, looking more like a small pool, was filled and steaming hot. I walked up the marble steps that lead to the landing around it's perimeter and eased myself down into the water, allowing the heat to loosen my tensed muscles. I was to stay in the bath until the master came back, I assumed he had more plans for that morning. Thirty minutes passed, then 45. Then one hour passed. Still no sound of the master returning, which was not entirely uncommon. He came back when his desire would once again peak.

The water remained warm, though the bubbles had long since dissipated. The patter of rain outside had turned into a hard shower, consistent and strong just outside of the bathrooms floor to ceiling windows. The stone cherubs seemed to stare at me, after a while it was as though their dead cold eyes had become living moving entities around me. I turned away from them and ran water across my face, sinking down again so that my head submerged under the water. Quiet and tranquil all around me, I remained below water level for as long as I could hold my breath.

I came back up, wiped my eyes and glanced around at the elaborate surroundings. The lush burgundy velvet curtains that lined each window, the gold plated faucets to the sinks and tub. The enormous mirrors everywhere. And those cherub statues, not as menacing as the gargoyles that were placed in other rooms, but equally unnerving at times. I thought of all of the luxuries I had been exposed to in my 5 weeks at the manor, how the conditions under which I was to stay were strict and unyielding. But I had the man whom I had longed to have for years, or more adequately, he had me. I was well cared for and in return I was to keep the master happy, in all of his eccentricities and bizarre habits. A small price to pay sometimes. Sometimes. My endurance was ever-fluctuating, and he tested my limits to no end.

At times I thought blacking out might be a much better way to deal with the things he did, rather than to go on pretending that I could take it. I was at his beck and call, there was no freedom, but I wasn't always sure that I missed it. Not always. The reward was this timelessly beautiful androgynous man who I considered to be the most perfect living being ever to grace the planet.

I ran my fingers over the fresh healing wound on my neck, thinking of the night before. The slightly raised skin reminding me of the brand down my spine. His mark. His ownership. Often times when I was given permission to be alone in the bath room, I would turn and study it in the full length mirrors and remember the unbearable pain it had once caused me, the weeks of raw torture that had been left in it's wake.

The long nights I spent laying on my stomach, trying not to move. The sex remained limited to the master taking me from behind, which was no big burden for him, until I healed. He would run his fingers over it, even in it's sensitive painful stages, and if I cried he would commence discipline me with his belt until I was quiet again, the stinging pain of the whips to my behind now mingling with the soreness nearly up the entire length of my back.

The sound of a door turned my head, brought me back to the here and now, the master entered the bathroom baring the smooth skin of his naked body. I slowly sank down in the waist high water, until my shoulders were covered. His amused smile startled me.

"What are you doing? Is this another attempt at being modest?" He continued to the sink and glanced at his reflection in the mirror, not waiting for an answer. I continued to stare, waiting for him. "Stand up straight, I've seen it all before." he looked back at me straight faced. I stood up and dropped my arms to my sides.

"They are mine, after all. I can look at them anytime I want." His own words seemed to arouse him. He slipped the towel off of his hips and stepped into the water. "The same goes for that tight little pussy, and that round firm ass, that slender neck, those luscious lips..all mine." his eyes explored my body, my face, my neck, not missing an inch as he stood before me in the water.

"Who else could do things to you like I can. I know just how to get you, in every way." And his words rang true, he had sexually broken me like no other, he knew just how to send me right into new plains of passion. In all of the lovers I have had previously, no one and nothing had ever compared. His seduction alone had won me over, and he had never even allowed me the pleasure of a climax. Sitting down on the marble ledge on one side of the bath, he turned me around and sat me on his lap, already fully erect. I felt him enter me, his hand taking hold of my neck and his arm wrapped around my torso as he pushed up and in.

"Who's pussy is this?" he moaned. I told him over and over, 'Yours..yours.." His body worked at me, water sloshing and slapping against our skin in small waves as he pushed harder. I felt mounting arousal ever growing as he fully and deeply pushed into me. His strong arm pulled me back against his chest, my head falling on his shoulder, my long hair slightly obscuring his face. He was breathing heavily onto my shoulder.

My moans now close to his ear as he dove back into my depths, his arm now holding my stomach and helping him drive deeper as he pushed me down onto him with each pulsating thrust into me. His firm arms remained wrapped around me, holding me and pushing me onto his straining cock underneath the water. Each thrust sent me closer to the orgasm that I fought to hold back, knowing that I was not allowed to climax once again. My moans became rooted from frustration at fighting off the persistent closeness of my orgasm. He could feel my muscles tensing around him, my thighs quivering.

"No coming. You know better." His voice whispered into my ear as his cock drove into me yet again. I shut my mind off as best as I could, squeezing my legs and holding my eyes shut, trying not to think about how good it felt anymore. I felt dizzy from passion, and achy from fighting off the pleasure of my climax. His arms pushed me forward once again, holding me straight over his thrusting dick as he continued to thrust harder into me from behind.

I fixated on the ripples along the waters surface, still trying to shut out the fact that my body wanted so badly to let go. His thrusts were delicious splendor deep within me, making it that much harder to resist each and every time. He got off on knowing that I was forced to fight off my own climax while he indulged in his own. This was the masters way.

His voice grew deeper, his moans more persistent as he approached his climax. His hips thrust up into me with straining force, the water around us sent in rapid waves and swirls. I continued to search for the place in my mind where shutting out my body's pleasure would be possible, I continued to fight off the stream of pleasure that shook my body with each forceful pound of his hips.

His hands pushed my hips down onto his dick harder with each thrust until I heard him yell out in pleasure, his dick throbbing as he pulled out and spent himself into the water. I felt his still climaxing dick jumping against my skin until his pleasure subsided and he caught his breath. His hands reached around and played at my nipples for a moment, I closed my eyes and fought the wonderful feelings of tantalizing pleasure that it sent through me. He lifted me off of his lap and I slowly turned around to watch him as he stepped out of the bath. He began toweling off his glistening wet body, showing obvious consideration around his sensitive midsection.

His eyes raised up, their piercing darkness penetrating through me as they always did on contact. He'd caught me staring, he normally didn't appreciate it unless he was in the mood for it. "Get yourself together. You'd better prepare yourself now for this evening." His eyes dropped back down to the towel around his waist, as he fastened it securely. "I don't intend on tolerating any problems from you tonight."
He walked out the door, not to return to his bedroom suite until sunset.

***

*Limits being tested*

That night he led me to a darkened room that I had not been in before. A swing hung suspended from the lowest beam near the ceiling. It looked more like a harness, meant to be sat in. Straps meant to tie around the legs and torso, to keep the person restrained securely.

I stared at the table nearby, many large and small seemingly metal objects lined across it. All looking very hard and very cold. Some long and thin, others very thick, some curved and some straight, mixed in with other objects that resembled sex toys, but seemed far too complex to be made just for the act of pleasuring one's self.

I couldn't help but to think about how horribly sore I was, how tired my body was from the almost constant ache of desire and the almost constant stimulation that had brought my sensitive slit to near-numbness from so much sex play. My legs went weak and my expression gave me away.

The master stared at me, fire in his eyes, his arms slowly pushing the door closed behind him. The sound of the bolt locking was alarmingly loud, echoing off of the walls insanely. He slowly walked up to me and took hold of my shoulders, giving me one firm, startling jolt.

"Do I smell fear?" He laughed his malevolent laugh. He never ceased to astonish me with his eccentric fetishes. I opened my mouth, only to have his hand clamp down on me, shutting out any sound that may or may not have escaped my lips.

"Let's not make this difficult. Now, you're either going to get in the swing voluntarily, or I'm going to put you in it and cuff you up..Either way, I'M going to enjoy it."

His hand tightened on my arm so hard that I winced, my sob muffled through his fingers. He sat down on the stool just in front of the contraption and snapped his fingers, watching me with dark eyes that flickered annoyance.

"GET IN." His tone so sharp and loud that I jumped. I hastily climbed in and immediately upon setting my weight into it, noticed how uncomfortably far apart it held my thighs. I sat there stiff and unsure, tears of frustration in my eyes.. My body was as tense as a board, my legs attempting to squeeze together, unsuccessfully, by muscles straining with fear and defensive persistence. He closed buckles around my torso, stomach, thighs, and two that extended around my ass and hips, holding me steady and also keeping me from moving.

He pulled my arms behind my back, and I felt two thick leather cuffs closing around my wrists, holding my arms painfully in position there. I saw him Pulling one long chain, the swing I was strapped into lulled backwards slightly. My head dangled helplessly, lifting it to see what he was doing was too much effort and discomfort. My arms hung uncomfortably below my back, restrained at the wrists and beginning to tingle from the pressure. I sobbed lightly, knowing this would be very hard to endure. I could feel every inch of my body screaming out in soreness, begging to be free 'd. My body shivered in fear and pain, I could hear my heart beating, thumping hard and fast, blood coursing through my veins, my breaths ragged and fast.

I could hear him arranging things on his table, his stool rolling back to where I hung. His hand lashed across the underside of my leg, just at my ass, hard enough to make me sob. I let my legs go slack and continued to sob, working at the masters patience. He'd had enough. He jumped up and came around with a tie, fixing it over my mouth and tying it roughly at the back of my head.

The idea of having anyone sitting between my legs, in this position, seemed so far from intimate..but wasn't that the masters demeanor? Of course it was. He was playing out yet another fetish fantasy. I felt so exposed, so uncomfortable, and embarrassed as I forced myself to glance between my wide open legs at him.

My thighs quivered and my muscles continued to pinch in desperate attempts to pull my legs back together to protect my achingly sore pussy.

I watched the master put one single finger in his mouth, sliding it in slowly and back out again. The image of this lighting that flame deep inside of me, as he always did, despite the soreness. His moist finger slid gently down the length of my lips, softly moving over the ridge of my aching button, the little bundle of nerves flinching almost painfully under his touch. He slid further down, almost into my orifice, the soreness there so evident and so strong that my body jumped, the chains from the swing jingling in response.

I bit down on the gag, letting my head drop back again, hoping to somehow forget about the aching soreness down below. The more aroused I felt, the stronger the ache became. The more sharp little bolts of pain I felt. But my body still wanted this, somehow my pussy still ached to be touched in spite of everything.

His fingers slowly teased, pulled apart the lips and held them wide open as his other finger slid down the length, all the way down to my asshole. The sensations were mingled, soreness, pain, and somewhere in there underneath the surface, pleasure attempting to come through.

The sensation of slippery wetness was no longer from the masters saliva. I was aroused and I wanted to be pleasured, whatever the cost would be.

His finger moved up to my now painfully erect clit, his touch causing more painful waves to filter through me. I could feel two fingers lightly stroking both sides upward, slowly and just enough for me to tolerate through the soreness. I sobbed lightly, drew in a sharp breath as his finger circled on the head just a tiny bit.

His fingers moving more, sliding wetness downward around my asshole, and then the sensation of something slightly cold touching against it, causing me to jump, startled.

"Stay still" he said sharply. The object slowly circled around and began an easy glide inside. The feeling cool and hard and very foreign against my skin. Somewhere underneath the unusual sensation was pleasure. My legs opened just a bit wider and I felt the object sliding in just a bit further, moving slowly inside of my ass, teasing just a bit.

"You like that, don't you? Dirty little bitch. I bet it feels really good" he spit out his words with wicked harshness. The object was slid out, and once again I felt his fingers sliding along my wetness, playing softly on my aching, swollen clit.

His finger teased at my wet hole until it just barely began to slide inside, the soreness making me cry through my gag. How would I be able to endure anything, considering the way it felt? I was nervous and trying to shut out the pain was becoming a much more difficult task.

Pain or no pain, I felt his finger sliding in further, just slowly enough for me to feel every single pang of soreness scream throughout my body in useless outrage. His finger began a steady in and out rhythm, even when I squirmed and cried into my gag, he persisted without hesitance. His head disappeared between my legs and his tongue touched my clit, even the warm wet softness of his tongue felt like sandpaper against the delicate bundle of nerves beneath it.

Somehow he knew what he was doing, because as he went on, my body worked like a switch. Suddenly my body switched off the soreness and the uncomfortable pain, and only one part of my being now worked: the building up of pleasure and a horrible need to come.

He was sitting back up, his finger still working inside of me, wiggling inside and stroking along my sensitive g spot, causing my hips to buck forward involuntarily. Everything felt exquisite, somehow, there was no more pain, and I wanted more. I could feel saliva building up in my mouth, soaking the gag between my teeth, my nipples hard and my heart racing.

He began to slide his finger out, teasing just at the tip, and my body pushed forward desperately, rocking the swing slightly. He allowed his stiffened finger to slide back in with ease. I moved my hips the slightest bit, as much as the restraints would allow, to slowly fuck his slender finger, hoping with all hope that he would allow me to continue. I'd wished too quickly, he slid out abruptly and returned to the table beside him.

More shuffling, and another cool, hard object touched my opening, causing me to jump slightly. But this time, I anticipated whatever it might be, I wanted him to fill me up and please me. He seemed to take great pleasure in his work, watching intensely as he slid it's cold shaft inside of me, and watching how my body reacted as he slid it in deeper and deeper, he began to work it in and out.

My body was trying to move against the restraints to accommodate it further, silently begging for more. I could hear his zipper coming down, could see part of his arm as he pulled himself out of his pants and began to stroke himself as he watched what he was doing to me. 

One object was replaced by another, and each sensation was dramatically different then the one before. Some vibrated softly, others seemed to go up into me endlessly, seemed to violate my cervix and enter my body, some played directly at my g spot and caused me to shake violently, and others so wide and huge that I felt like I was being torn apart. All were exquisitely satisfying in their own way, the larger the object, the more I writhed and squealed through my gag, and the more excited the master became, pumping his dick harder in response.

Suddenly I felt something new and strange, the sensation of something very different being slid into my ass as the master continued to thrust the larger of the objects deep into my pussy. The pleasure slamming through me was so infinite that the object in my ass was received with more moans and shivers of passion throughout my body. I was on fire from head to toe, giving in to every sensation the master brought upon me.

"Yes....You're such a good little slut, take it nice and deep. Fuck it hard" his commands sent chills up my spine, he continued pushing the large object so far inside of me that pangs of pleasure so deep and so hot moved me to passionate screams. My thighs shook uncontrollably, I could feel hot liquid from my pussy running down my legs, dripping off of me onto the floor. My body was an electrical current about to explode, a fuse about to be blown to smithereens. I screamed out through my gag, there was no way to control anything. I felt like a wild animal, and all I wanted was more stimulation. Pain, pleasure, it was all becoming the same. There was no room for reason or modesty, I wanted it all.

I felt clips on my erect nipples, pinching hard and tight with no letup. I screamed over and over, now loving the feeling rippling through me like waves of carnal ecstasy unleashed from my depths. I wanted to plunge my body upon the object filling my sopping hole, I wanted to bear down on it like a jackhammer, but my restraints prevented me from free movement. The master began to slide the enormous object out of my hole and as he did, my cries became frustrated and sad. Sweat dripped down my entire exhausted body, soaking my hair and dripping to the floor to mingle with my bodily fluids.

I could barely force my head up to see the master pumping himself just in front of my slick, wet pussy, his body stiffened as he began to lean forward and groan long and loud, shooting his pearly load all over my bald cunt. I could feel the deep ache that nestled itself in my pussy, so in need of climaxing. The masters dick remained hard, his stamina in overdrive, he stroked a bit slower and sat back down on the stool, once again face level with my nether region.

His mouth closed on my soaked slit, sucking up our mingled juices and devouring my enlarged clit with a passionate hunger. He pulled back and slapped my sensitive lips with his hand, causing me to jerk violently in the harness, crying out. Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain. I felt his fingers violently enter me once again, pumping as deep as I would take him, my body shaking as I cried, feeling on the verge of exploding.

"Show me that you're devoted to me, slut. Show me you're a faithful little cunt, that you would do anything for me" his fingers continued to pound into my depths. "If you are devoted to me, you'll overcome it and you won't climax, will you?"

Bang, bang, bang.

His fingers teased at me fiercely. His words cut through me like a thousand double-edged blades.

"Show me, slut.....Show me you're devoted."

I squeezed my eyes shut, crying into the gag, shutting out the sensations the best that I could. I tried to beg him to stop, but my attempts were muffled and therefore worthless.

At some point his fingers slid out and he was replacing them with his cock, he stood there pounding at me, his hands firmly holding my exposed hips, fingers digging painfully into my flesh. His dick dug deep into my neglected opening, sending bittersweet bolts of ecstasy through every muscle, every inch of my body erupting in goose bumps and shivers.

"Are you going to cum, whore? You going to lose your wilpower and let go all over my cock, you fucking sperm bank?"

My tears fell without restraint. His breathless words were oozing poison. His pelvis ground into me, his cock reaching my depths with violent force. I cried out with each strong thrust. My legs squeezed at his sides, shaking uncontrollably as his thrusts grew even harder, faster.

My body was dangerously on the edge, my only escape was digging my nails into my already scarred palms to distract me from my need to climax. I felt his cock burst inside of me for the first time, filling me, so much warm cum that upon his last thrust, it squelched out and dripped onto the floor.

He slid out and sat down, catching his breath. My legs still shook as my body was wracked with sobs. I felt his fingers softly brush along my thighs, down my stomach, causing my body to stiffen. His fingers moved down and slid along my bare pussy lips.

"You're such a good little cunt. My devoted little slut. You've proven yourself for tonight, I'm pleased."
He got up, moving around to my head, his hand still petting my soaked slit. "You know that I must treat you this way to keep you in line. To keep you from losing sight of your job, which is to please me any way that I see fit, to be under my control fully." his hand worked at my feverishly aroused clit, causing my body to tremble with fear and ecstasy.

"You realize that I have to do this. I have to discipline you." his face was so close to mine, his expression almost showing affectionate regard. The moment passed as his hand lashed down on my cunt, with absolutely no restraint. I screamed and jumped, the feeling of his hand hitting my pussy so intense and painful that I began crying once again. He continued to study my reactions, my every move.

"I get off on pain, you understand, and I get off on torturing you." His hand came down again, harder than before, as I my muffled cries continued to grow louder.

He jerked the buckles open, unlocked the shackles, ripped the gag from my mouth and pulled me up and out of the harness. I fell to the floor, weak and shivering. He stood over me, holding no remorse in his eyes as he stared down at the crumpled figure before him, his slave.

His hand closed around my wrist, pulling me up with great force and tossing my naked body over his strong shoulder, he carried me out of the room.

When I was dropped back to my feet, we were back in the masters bedroom suite. On the floor at the foot of his bed sat a metal contraption, a device large enough to encase a human body. It's purpose evident from the wrist holds on each side at the top, and the ankle shackles down below, spaced so that the legs would be positioned far apart.

He pushed my exhausted body against the cold metal, lifting my arms and locking them into the cuffs. He bent down and locked my ankles, and upon coming back up, his hand brushed along my tender clit, causing me to jump and whimper. The middle piece closed around my waist and my feet began to throb from having to balance upon the bar beneath them. The position was uncomfortable and frightening.

From behind me, I could feel him placing a collar around my neck. From it a long chain dropped down the center of my chest and stomach, long enough to swing slightly and click against the bar under my feet. His hand reached out, pulling the chain up between my legs and securing it behind me. I let out a startled moan as the cold metal links parted my sensitive pussy lips and began to creep between my ass cheeks.

With the chain in place, and knowing that I was unable to move, he returned to face me. He looked over his work and seemed very satisfied.

He began to unbutton his shirt, removing it slowly as his eyes looked over my body. Undoing his pants, he let them slide to the floor, exposing his perfectly erect cock, and sat down on the bed. From beside him, he picked up a familiar looking vinyl strap and began to wrap it around the base of his hard cock, continuing down to wrap it with slightly less tension, around his balls.

I stared back in silent awe, unable to fathom what his next move would be. He didn't leave me curious for long. I watched him lean back on his elbows and stare at my body, his eyes taking in all of it, fixating on my bound limbs and the chain that engulfed my pussy and ass. He seemed deep in concentration, unaware of anything outside of what he was seeing and what he was thinking in his own mind.

His cock looked painfully erect, unusually stiff from the tension of the vinyl strap choking his hard on and his balls steadily. I watched his eyes slightly roll back into his head, his lids growing heavy. His chest rising and falling slightly faster, slightly harder, his hands still at his side, unmoving. His hips moved just slightly, his cock jumping just a little, as his legs tensed and his head rolled back between his shoulder blades. He not only loved to torture me, but he was actually getting off on his own pain.

His hands remained on the bed, at his sides, balled into fists. His knuckles draining white from the force. He hadn't touched his dick once after tying it off. He began breathing shallow through his mouth, small almost inaudible moans escaping every now and then. His head lifted slightly and he looked back at my body once again.

His body trembled, and his eyes squeezed shut. Once again in deep concentration, his expression strained and by the looks of his stiffening body, he was on the edge of an orgasm. I watched his head drop back between his shoulder blades, his chest heaving and breaking into a light sweat.

He let out a sharp, long moan, his body jerked and I watched his painfully swollen cock drain itself of cum, jets of it spurting out like a piston, one after another. His body shook violently and he drew in choked breaths as his cock continued to pump out it's white cream, the last few jets turning to smaller eruptions that ran down the length of his shaft in perfect streams.

I couldn't think of anything else at that very moment, outside of the fact that my master could bring himself to orgasm without even touching himself.

I was absolutely amazed.

***

The master began holding occasional dinner parties, entertaining his high end business partners. I was trained from early on that I was to be on my best behavior, I was to be cordial, talkative, warm and receptive. I was not to leave the entertainment room alone or with anyone else, or I would be punished afterwards. I was not to speak to the master as I would the others, unless spoken to. I would be attentive and quiet, listening to the men and women talk and I would always be cordial and understanding, agreeable. I would speak only if they asked me a question. If the master were to come over during my conversations with others and place his hand on the small of my back, I was to politely excuse myself and come with him.

The master would soak in a long hot baths prior to his parties, and enjoy the comforting strokes of my mouth and hands for almost an hour, his endurance built up and quite strong.

He presented me with elaborate formfitting black dresses, some with straps made of interlocked jewels, silk stalking's and high heel shoes. Many times as he slipped the stalking's up my legs, his fingers slid up my tender thighs and into my awaiting wetness, his mouth taking in my clit with eager passion. Only just enough to tease me further, and continue on with his mission to dress me to his standards. 

At his parties, he always kept a watchful eye on me, even from afar I would catch him stealing a glance my way to see what I was doing. Most evenings of dinner parties, I was not to wear underwear under my dress, so that he had easy access underneath the vast table as others ate and conversed, oblivious to the fact that under the table cloth, his fingers were sliding up my leg and fingering my tender pussy endlessly, my legs tensing as I struggled to maintain sturdy posture and a calm demeanor.

Some nights he would steal me away from his parties for just enough time to lean me against a table, slide my dress up and fuck me behind the nearest closed door, coming as though it had been ages since his last orgasm, and immediately regaining his former, classy demeanor as he returned to the party and to his guests.

His parties ran late into the evenings, and quite often the older men attending would sneak looks in my direction and subtly flirt when the master was out of earshot. I tolerated their wandering eyes with the naive smile they expected from me. The master never allowed me to be in the company of any guest alone for too long, often times I would feel his hand on the small of my back and he would lure me to some new group of people.

Tonight, however, he had different plans for me. He was preparing for a party, and I had expected the same routine as any other dinner party he held. But the master had different intentions. This party was no ordinary dinner party, and the main course wasn't going to be smoked salmon.

He led me to one of his vast entertainment rooms, pushing me down upon the long table and securing my wrists together above my head in the ever-familiar shackles. The long chain connected to them led up the length of the table and attached just underneath. There was just enough give for me to be pulled to the opposite edge of the table, where my ass was on the very edge. He put his fingers through my hair and looked down at me.

"You're going to be obedient this evening, you are the entertainment and the rules I have always given you also apply here tonight."

Thoughts raced through my mind horribly fast. What was going to happen? Who would see me this way? Everyone? His business partners? What was about to happen? I couldn't say a word, though. I couldn't question my masters intent. I stared up at him as his eyes pierced mine.

"You come, and you're finished. Do you understand me? This is for my enjoyment, I want to see you squirm. I want to see you writhe. I want to see you give and receive pleasure. But you're going to do it on MY terms. If you fuck up, I fuck you up, baby. It's as simple as that."

I felt horribly exposed when I heard the dining room doors swing open, and the host, my master, leading men in the room. They gathered around the table, only a few of them were familiar faces from past parties, all of them prim and proper looking in their business attire, and all taking in the eyeful. It was so quiet, so deathly quiet all of a sudden. The silence was startling. I slowly pulled my knees together, unable to stare any one of them directly in the eye, my face flushed with embarrassment.

"Don't forget the rules, none of you are to fuck her cunt. And none of you are to kiss her. Anything else is open game, fellows" the master said with a wave of his hand. He sat down far enough away from the table to watch everything from the perfect angle. Two unfamiliar older men began to unbutton their slacks. I felt unfamiliar hands on my knees, attempting to push my legs apart gently. I resisted until I heard the master clearing his throat. With one glance, I saw his head shaking slowly, in irritation. I knew I couldn't go against his wishes.

I closed my eyes, hoping to ease into the orgy with less tension. I felt hands tearing my bra open, the roughness startling me through the blackness of my eyelids. Hands tugging my underwear down my legs, leaving me completely naked, exposed to at least a half dozen men.

With one tug, my ass was on the edge of the table, and the first man was between my legs, bending over to suck my clit in with his mouth. I gasped, unsure of what I thought of this. As he sucked at my pussy, the two older men on either side of me began to play with my breasts, one of them taking a nipple in his mouth. My body began to give in to the pleasure it was feeling.

I felt my legs relaxing, allowing the man between them full access. Slowly but surely the mouth on my breast began to heat me up. My back arched slightly and my lips parted, allowing a small moan to escape. The man between my legs began to hold my ankles on either side of him as he probed me with his tongue and sucked my ever growing clit.

My eyes opened and I took in the men around me. Those who weren't engaging yet in any activity were standing around stroking their exposed hard on's, watching the man between my legs and the men playing with my tits. The only sound in the room was the sucking and lapping of the man at my pussy.

One of the men on my tits grabbed my head and pulled it towards him to reach his straining dick. As I took it in my mouth, he yelped and began thrusting. His dick was unfamiliar and new, everything about it was foreign to me. The taste, the smell, the texture. I felt the tongue on my clit grow more persistent and I sucked harder on the cock in my mouth, moaning through the stiffened rod as I went along.

Within a minute the cock slipped out of my mouth and was exploding cum on my chest, the mans strained groans breaking the silence in the room. He stepped back with his drained cock in his hand. The man at my other side moved around to take his place between my legs, he lifted my legs nice and high, rubbing my asshole with the tip of his dick and rubbing my clit as he pushed his way in.

As his cock sank into my asshole, I gasped and my body tensed. The men took immediate notice and two returned to my side, began sucking my nipples as the third pumped in and out of me. My body began to take the trusts with hungry passion, wanting more. His finger was pinching at my clit and my wetness continued to drip down from my hole, onto his pumping cock.

Another man shoved his cock in my mouth and began to push my head until I was gagging on it's length. I cried out once again, as the cock in my ass hit as far as it would go and shook my body with intensely painful pleasure. Fingers pinched my nipples, rubbed my clit, held my ankles, pulled at my hair. The second cock pulled out of my mouth, draining it's cum on my face.

The man between my legs pulled his dick out and beat his cock on my clit until he spent himself across my stomach, I watched with insane envy, wanting to be able to let myself go they way they could. My body shook with violent craving, an intense need to climax. So many points of stimuli all around me, I felt I was going insane.

Another man positioned himself between my legs, took my clit in his mouth and sucked so hard that I yelped. Almost impatiently, he lifted my legs far back and slammed his dick in my ass, immediately thrusting fast and hard.

"You like this, little girl?" said the graying older man as he continued to pound his dick inside of me. "You like being played with by all of these old perverts? We've been watching you for months, sweet little cunt, you know that. You know you were driving us mad."

His thrusts and his finger on my clit were challenging my willpower once again. My legs trembled and my body shook against it's will. I knew I had to fight the best that I could. My eyes fell on my master. His hand was down his pants, stroking his evident hard on slowly underneath the material, his dark eyes fixed on the cock thrusting up my ass.

The pangs of pleasure were almost unbearable. My legs began to resist, I was crying out, wanting to beg for more but knowing that I couldn't. As he felt my legs tensing, the man pulled out and threw me over on my stomach, pulling my legs down so that they dangled over the edge of the table, and he once again entered my ass with great force. His hands held my hips, pulling them up each time he thrust deeply into me.

My gasps were stronger and more desperate as I felt his cock jump inside of me, and he pulled out, his warmth shooting across my ass and back. The next man between my legs was smaller, though I couldn't see his cock, I felt the difference immediately as he slid his slender member into my asshole and fucked me the same way the previous man had. His hands pulling my ass upward each time he thrust into me.

Another man climbed upon the table in front of me and lifted my head, pushing his hard cock in my mouth and fucking it harder than I was used to. My body was sweating and shaking in pleasure as I sucked this new cock in, and listened to the men moaning. The harder I was fucked, the harder my mouth worked and the closer I came to losing my control.

My pussy was tensing, jumping as my ass fought to hold in the cock it had taken in. As I pulled the strangers cock in further, almost holding him in and milking him for his cum, he pulled himself out hastily, crying out as his dick expelled itself down my crack. Almost as if it sent the man in my mouth over the edge, he pulled out and shot his load down the line of my chest. I felt it running down between my breasts and pooling on the table underneath me.

I felt the last man turn me back over onto my back, sliding his cock into my ass and working at my clit with his fingers as he searched my depths. My body pushed down, helping his cock find the deepest part of me, my hips thrusting with his, feeling his fingers playing at my clit just the right way. I waited until my body was right on the edge, and ceased thrusting to hold myself from going any further.

My moans were steady, my body horribly close to climaxing as the last cock dug into me. He sensed my hesitance, and removed his hand from my clit, taking my hips and driving faster into me. With each pound into me, he let out a deep growl, his body stiff and unyielding. I opened my legs wide, taking in the pleasure and trying to close out the dangerously close line between ecstasy and orgasm. My body shook and writhed, wanting to pound back on his dick each time he pushed into me, but I knew better.

The cock pulled out and spewed like a volcano across my cunt, the spent man leaning over my body and heaving out ragged breaths, his mouth leaning down to kiss my still-aroused clit. 

I could hear zippers and shuffling around me as the men gathered their coats and shirts, whatever they had each removed. I lay there chilled and wet all over, cum drying on various parts of my body and encrusting in my hair. None of the men regarded me as they walked out the door, speaking softly to the master and thanking him for such a lovely time. Pulling me off of the table, he held my face in his arms.

"Get up and clean yourself until I return for you." He pushed open the bathroom door and looked in my direction as I lifted myself up.He ran a hand through his thick hair, his expression determined seriousness. "tonight was your reward, don't expect that on a regular basis by any means. If I catch you expecting more than you've got coming, I will break you down a million more ways and you will forever regret your foolishness." I watched him rezip his pants and retreat from the room quietly. The severity of his words stung on a deep level, but I had grown mostly accustomed to his ways. Now I would have to grow accustomed to something new.

However, it would take some time.