[Mf] domination, humiliation. Girl held captive.

     She woke up bound.  Vague memories of the night before slushed around her brain.  The bar,  a man,  some great fucking sex.  She definitely didn’t let him tie her up, though.  That shit was reserved for,  like,  the tenth date. The walls in front of her were solid concrete,  gray and stained.  The floor was the same.  She could feel the circulation of air,  almost infuriating pleasant,  on her cunt. Legs wrenched apart by rope, knees aching from kneeling on the hard floor, her back arched as he arms were bent,  hands pulled up bound behind her.  Her heartbeat thumped hard i  chest, leaving a lump in her throat,

“Help! Somebody!”

     Footsteps.  Heavy and measured.  Her head was yanked back,  his hand grasping her hair solidly.  Their eyes meet,  but she had recognized him instantly. 

   “Good morning,  pet,”  he tapped her cheek,  smirking.
 

    “Ted, she remembered.  The man from the night before.  “What the fuck.  W-why, Ted. We,  I thought we had a good time. ”
 

    “You don’t call me Ted anymore. I’ll let this one go,  but from now on you can stick to sir. Sir or…. Master. ” He smiled.  “I like that one. Master. ”
 

    “This is fucking bullshit,  Ted,” she spat.  Let me the fuck go now or I’m calling the police. ”
  

   He walked slowly around her to her front and peeled the black glove from his left hand,  examining his nails for a moment before swiftly backhanding her.
  

   “Sir, ” He spoke slowly and deliberately, “or master. ”

He looked her body up and down.  She couldn’t stop her nipples from standing up at attention and her cheeks grew red in hatred of herself.  She could feel the air on her inner thighs,  reminding her of how wet she was already.  He bent down and touched the wetness on her thigh, brushing her cunt with his knuckle.  “Stick out your tongue,” he ordered. Maya turned away and anger flashed in his eyes.  He backhanded her again and this time he meant it.  She cried out,  blood dribbling down her chin. 

“Don’t make me do that again, ” He stalked away.
 

 “Wait!” She cried out, she didn’t want to be left alone here. Her hands and feet were falling asleep.  He didn’t stop, though he did pause for a moment.  Their eyes met. He clicked the light off, shut the door. The lump in her throat sank to the pit of her stomach.  She wept silent,  shuddering sobs through the night; wishing she was home,  hoping the rope would loosen and,  a small part of her… wanted him to come back,  to touch her.  Maybe to hurt her again.

     He came back in the morning, though she wouldn’t know it down there in  her windowless room.  He had a tray with a box of cereal and a bowl, a glass of milk next to it.  He walked over to her,  kicking her roughly on her side. She woke up squirming.  “Get up, slut.  We have a big day. ”
   

 “I have to pee,” she said desperately,  almost whining. 
  

   He stood there,  annoyed, looking at her with one hand on his hip. 

“You’ll eat this breakfast I brought you first like you’re  grateful and then you can pee.”

“No,  please. I really have to go,” she groaned.

“Shut the fuck up.” He kicked her in the stomach. 

Piss streamed down her legs just as another man walked into the room. 

He peered at her through his glasses,  light reflecting off of them and his bald head. 

“Where do you find these filthy animals?” He asked Ted. Ted laughed and they exchanged chit chat.  Maya couldn’t do anything but look up at them helpless,  covered in her own urine.  She was humiliated.  She wanted to suck on Ted’s dick,  remind him of that first great night.  That she was better than this.  His handsome angular face was her focus until he looked at her disdainfully. 

“Look,  I’m sorry,  man,  but can you clean this bitch up.  I’ve got to show her off later. ”

“Sure. I’ve got you, ” the bald man patted Ted on the back.

“And have your fun or whatever. Just… don’t fuck her yet,  okay. ”

The bald man gave Ted a strange look but agreed.

Ted walked out and the were left alone.

“Who are you?” Maya finally burst out from her mix of rage,  tears and embarrassment.

      The man raised his eyebrow and shook his head. You still need trained,  huh.  He backhanded her across her bruise from the night before.  He took her tits in his hands rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He wrinkled up his nose. 

“I forgot you pissed yourself you gross bitch. ”

He pulled a hose from the wall and hooked it to the large basin sink, spraying her with harsh cold water.  She cried out but he didn’t stop for a good three minutes. He took a pocket knife out,  flicked it open and cut the ropes loose and she fell forward,  gasping. Her cheek was pressed to the wet, hard floor but she couldn’t move for several minutes as blood flowed painfully back into her limbs.

“Please,  I just want to go home, ” she sobbed,  shuddering.  Face still pressed against the floor. 

“Get up, ” he ordered,  pulling her up roughly by her hair.  He walked her briskly over holding her head by the hair tightly by his side.  She couldn’t get her balance and stumbled next to him like a newborn foal.  He tossed her into a corner and grabbed the bar.

“Come,  ” he tapped the mat he was kneeling on and she stared at him, vacant.  “Look,  bitch,  you can come now or I can punish you.  Ted said not to fuck you,  but there’s plenty elseI can do. ” She scampered over on her hand and knees. He grabbed her by her ample ass.

“Good girl,” he squeezed,  pulling her ass checks apart,  exposing her pussy. He spanked her pussy hard and she could feel herself getting wet again.

“My, you’re eager,” he laughed, slipping a couple of fingers in.  He pumped a couple of times and she moaned. 

“Get it together, ” he smacked her upside the head and adjusted his glasses.  He dried his fingers off in her hair casually and cuffed her legs in the spreader bar.  He pulled her ass up and cuffed her hands by her ankles,  wet cunt spread wide and inviting.
“What are you doing?” She blurted out as he ball gagged her mouth.

     Over the next couple of hours,  he waxed her,  washed her applied make up and pulled her hair back from her face. A choker with a loop was placed round her neck.  He unchained her and stood her up, removing the ball gag .  He stepped back to look her up and down,  chin resting on his fist.  “I know,”  he murmered. He clipped clamps with bells like a sprig of flowers painfully to her already perked up nipples. 

“Bend over. ” He kicked her legs apart hard and she was too weak to disobey. He pulled out a butt plug with a little white puff of a bunny tail attached and held it up to the light, lubing it up.  She held in her tears, biting her lip so hard blood mixed with the lipstick. 
    

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