The floor was cold and harsh against her bare skin. Her limbs felt stiff as she began to move, stretching out slowly. The more she stirred from her sleep, the more her body ached. Her mind was still muddled and fatigued as she pulled herself up from the floor.
She let her eyes gradually adjust to the dim light as she drew herself onto all fours. She crawled forward towards the light of a doorway, her mind still foggy in sleep. Until she felt a tug on her neck, a hard, cold pull that kept her from continuing. Instinctively her hands snapped to her throat, finding a thick metal band. A collar, an inch wide, clasped tightly around her neck.
She turned on her knees, facing the direction she crawled from. A heavy linked chain clicked as she moved. Her eyes following the length that ran from her neck to a fixture on the wall. She was locked into place and stowed away. She was a…
“Slave” Her voice cracked as she spoke. But the word didn’t frighten her. Instead, she felt calm and secure. This was her place.
She continued to observe the room, now fully awake. It was small, only a few meters wide, and the chain long enough for her to almost reach every corner. Along one side a thin, scarcely padded mattress lay on top of a hard concrete slab. A shallow ceiling with one buzzing, dull light that hung in the corner. There was a small half wall, behind which she could see the most basic of bathrooms offering no privacy. No belongings, no clothes.
The room seemed familiar to her, as her eyes slowly wandered across it. She turned and fixed onto the outer wall, which was made from vertical iron bars. This was her place, she knew that. This was her…
“Cell,” She said softly, her voice cracking again.
Then she heard heavy footsteps echoing down the hall, bouncing off the walls. Instinctively, she folded her knees up beneath her, kneeling on the cool floor. Her eyes flicked to the ground as the steps steadily grew closer until she could just see a black pair of boots in her peripheral vision.
“Nine” A stern and deep voice broke the silence.
Like a switch had been flicked, her body moved before her mind could think. Immediately she crawled as close to the front of her cell as possible, lining herself up with the door. Then, she knelt, bringing her hands off the floor to rest behind the small of her back, pushing her chest out in the process. She widened her legs, and tilted her head back, to gaze upwards.
“Good.” His voice was firm as he stood in front of her, their eyes only briefly meeting. She was poised and ready for him, as trained.
Opening the heavy iron bar door, the man stepped in, his height accentuated by the low ceiling. He moved towards her while she remained frozen in place. A tall and built figure, short buzz-cut hair and military-style attire. His heavy lace-up boots thudded against the floor. His presence made her nervous, but excited. She knew this man.
She fought the desire to follow him with her eyes as he stepped behind her. The clinking of chain soon followed, and she felt slack pulling on her neck. He had unlocked her from the wall, and she saw him step back into her field of view holding the end of the chain. He had attached a small leather loop to the end, gripping it in his hand like a padded lead.
She felt his eyes wander over her body, like a purposeful inspection. She did her best to remain still, hands behind her back with her chest pressed outwards. Though she needed to concentrate hard to fight the urge to look at him. She knew better than to do that. But, she couldn’t shake the feeling of uneasy vulnerability being bare and exposed, wearing nothing but her collar.
Her wavy blonde hair fell down past her shoulders, partially covering her perky ‘B’ cup breasts. She felt his eyes wander down her slim, toned body and her long slender legs. Her pale skin almost seemed to glow against the dark stone floor. Though she felt her cheeks flush pink with his attention. She had small and delicate features that gave her a pure look of innocence.
“Follow” He commanded, he was finished with his inspection, and she did as she was told.
She remained on all fours as she crawled behind him. Her knees and hands quickly growing sore as she followed through the building. But she didn’t complain as they passed down the hallway, her silence had been trained in well. Obediently she followed him, walking down a hall she knew well, and into a large open room.
The room was brightly lit but had no windows. A platform or stage sat in the middle, slightly raised from the floor. Around it was bench seats, perfect for viewing. Two of the walls were lined with cupboards. Some were open displaying a wide array of tools; ropes, chains, crops and paddles. She knew them all well. She even knew that behind the closed doors were the other tools of play, toys of every type. Though, day by day, the set up changed.
Today the centrepiece was a wooden bench. As they moved closer, she realised what it was. The rectangular bench was longer than it was wide. The piece was roughly waist height, and its width slightly thinner than the average person. It reminded her of the balance beams gymnasts use, but not as long.
As she crawled up the platform steps, she could see small strips of padding ran along its edges. They would stop the hardwood from digging into her soft flesh. Underneath each end were two separate clasps, with leather straps attached. She knew these were cuffs, made to immobilise.
“Get in position” He instructed, tapping the wooden bench.
“Yes Master.” Her reply was automatic, reflex from training.
She did as she was commanded, crawling forward and onto the bench. She lay on her stomach, straddling the wood frame. Her legs and arms hanging over each side, and her ass pointed slightly upwards off the edge.
First, her Master moved to bring her chain and attach it to one end of the bench. Next, he grasped her wrists, pulling them under the bench and clasping them into the leather binds. Moving out of her field of view, she felt her do the same to her ankles. She didn’t move, not even to watch him as he walked to one of the closed cupboards.
She felt exposed and vulnerable, being naked and presented like this. The width and angle of the bench made her ass tilt upwards, and her legs slightly spread. Her smooth cunt and asshole exposed. With her neck chained and her hands and legs tied down, she was unable to move but a few small squirms.
“Time to start today’s training slave” His voice was deep but smooth. His footsteps thudded behind her as he drew closer.
She felt a rough hand on the small of her back. He traced it down her body, across her perky ass. His touch was gentle but still demanding. It made her shiver and her heart flutter. He cupped her ass in one of his hands and squeezed and he spread her wider. A small whimper escaped her lips as he did so.
“Nine, you know to be silent” His voice was firm and commanding.
She felt him move behind her, then a finger prodding against her ass. She felt the pressure grow as he pushed at her tight hole, and couldn’t help but whimper.
‘Smack!’ His hand thudded down against her ass, making her flinch.
“You will be silent” He growled, his hand hovering above her stinging ass cheek. She remained quiet, biting her lip to do so.
Satisfied, he returned his attention back to her ass. But it wasn’t a finger he pressed into her. Something larger, and thicker and smooth like velvet. Her hands instinctively flexed and squirmed against her cuffs as he continued to push the object into her. He was slowly edging into her tight hole, letting her adjust to its size. She felt her ass stretch and grip as he pushed deeper.
“Good slave, that’s it” His voice was stern, but not aggressive.
“What are you good for, Nine?” He asked, still applying firm pressure to her ass.
“To be used, Master”. Her reply was instant and automatic. The sort of instinctive response you only get from constant, repetitive training.
“Good slave.” He continued pressing the plug into her ass, one inch, then two, then three.
She felt her tight little hole stretch and grip as he pushed deeper, not stopping until its notched end sat flush against her. A tremble ran through her body, and an ache as she grew more excited. She was already getting wet, and her heart was racing. Once he was satisfied that the plug was buried deep inside her tight little hole, she heard him reach for something else. A soft ‘click’, then a buzz shortly followed. She knew the sound well, and immediately felt her cunt ache.
“Excited already, aren’t we Nine?” His voice was deep but gentle, almost teasing.
“Yes Master” She replied softly, her face hot and flushed. She knew he could see her wetness growing, her ass and cunt poking up in the air.
He ran the vibrator slowly along the back of her thighs, sending shivers of anticipation through her body. She was already wet, that tight pressure from the plug made her ache. And now the vibrator, slowly teasing its way along her body as she lay is mobilised, it was nearly unbearable.
” P-please Master…” She whined out, breaking her silence.
“What’s that, slave?” His voice was harsh and biting, the vibrator immediately left her body. Withdrawn away for bad behaviour.
She remained silent, her heart now racing in fear. She should have known better than to speak.
‘Smack!’ His hand thudded across her ass, causing her to whimper.
“What did slave want?” His words were aggressive, snapping through her silence. She remained silent, too afraid to speak out again.
‘Smack!’ Again he smacked her hard, her silence not a good enough answer. Her ass stinging from the hit, she whimpered in response.
‘Smack!’ His hand landed heavily on her ass, sending pangs of pain through her body.
“Do I need to hurt you more, slave?” His voice was barking and loud, and she could feel his hand hovering above her tender skin. Her ass cheek felt raw, and was no doubt was red with welts.
“No Master!” She whined out, her voice high and shaking.
“Then be silent.” He commanded, his voice stern and unforgiving.
She felt the vibrator against her skin again, rolling softly down her inner thigh. He teased the sensitive skin around her ass sending shivers through her body. Then she felt him move the vibrator, slowly sliding it forwards and across her slit. She bit her lip to remain quiet, but she couldn’t control the wetness growing between her legs.
His free hand pressed down on the small of her back, forcing her to slightly arch her rear towards him. Then, he began circling her clit, rolling the vibrator around is slow, deliberate circles. Not quite touching her sensitive bundle of nerves, but enough to send waves of pleasure through her.
He teased her like this, slowly edging around her most sensitive spot. Occasionally flicking the vibrator across the little nub, sensing a spasm of intense ecstasy through her. She couldn’t control her soft moans any more, the heat between her legs growing.
“Uh uh please…” She whined out, desperate for more. Her cunt twitched with every brief pass of the vibrator, and she could feel herself tensing and relaxing as her orgasm grew.
“What was that?” His voice cut through the air harshly. The vibrator never leaving its place, pressed against her sex as he spoke.
“Slave w-wanted more Master” She whined softly, feeling tears begin the well in her eyes. She was desperate, begging for more when she knew she shouldn’t.
“Oh, you can cum then, slave. If that is what you want.” His voice was cool and calm, but she knew he wasn’t doing this to be kind. Not that her mind lingered long on that thought before she was dragged back into her growing orgasm.
She felt the vibrator press against her sex again, now more firmly. He began rubbing back and forth against her slit, the tip of the vibrator already slick with her juices. The ache inside her stomach quickly grew, her legs already beginning to tremble against her ties.
“Oh uh uh…” She moaned, her voice getting louder and more high pitched. He continued to rub the vibrator back and forth across her cunt, occasionally focusing in on her clit. Rounding her sensitive nub in slow circles, sending intense waves of pleasure through her. She felt her stomach tightening, and that heat between her legs growing as her climax grew.
“That’s a good slave, tell Master what you want,” He said, his voice calm and deep as he pushed her
“Uh uh I want to cum Master” She whined out, her voice high and desperate. She was already soaked, feeling her juices beginning to drip down her thighs. Her body tensing as her orgasm rose in her, the heat in her stomach making her whine and pant.
“Slave can cum” Her Master commanded, circling her clit, again and again, ensuring that she did.
“Uh uh oh oh!” She moaned out between her heavy breathing, being driven to orgasm. Her legs tensed and fought against her ties and her hips bucked.
“Ohhh!” She moaned loudly, feeling her climax rush through her. Her cunt twitching and spasming as she came, and her asshole squeezing the plug tight. Her body trembling and aching with her climax.
He didn’t remove the vibrator from her clit. Purposefully dragging her climax on and on until it began to hurt. But he didn’t stop once her whines grew desperate, instead, she felt him press harder. Rolling the vibrator around her clit in slow circles. Her whole body ached and felt fatigued from tensing.
“Oh uh, p-please Master…” She whined, the intensity of pleasure and pain becoming too much.
“What’s wrong, you don’t want to cum?” His voice was teasing in nature, but not in a kind way. He knew he had her trapped and helpless, being punished for wrongdoing.
He continued circling her clit, now swollen and sensitive. The pleasure mixing with the pain as he flicked back and forth across her sensitive nub. The intensity made her tremble, straining and squirming against her ties. She felt helpless, unable to control what was being done to her body.
“Oh uh uh please!” She begged again, her voice high and shaking. Her whole body ached, she just wanted this to end.
‘Smack!’ His hand thudded across her backside.
“Slave uses her words now.” His voice was stern, cutting through her haze of desperation. Her ass stung and she whimpered helplessly. Her mind was such a mess she didn’t manage to respond in time.
‘Smack!’ Again he brought his hand down hard. Her ass stung and throbbed, the accumulator hits hurting more and more. The vibrator still firmly pressed against her, never straying far from that sweet bundle of nerves.
“Answer!” He barely gave her a moment before bringing his hand down again, smacking her ass hard. Tears began streaming down her face as she struggled to cope, her mind a useless mess from pleasure and pain.
‘Smack!’
“This is what you wanted isn’t it?” He growled, his voice firm and cold. His hand still pressing the vibrator against her clit, sending waves of pleasure and pain through her body. Overloading her senses, making nothing but a useless whining mess.
“Please Master! Please no more!” She squealed, her body unable to cope any longer. She squirmed and strained hopelessly against her binds. The leather digging into her soft skin while the heavy metal of her collar dragged around her neck. Every pass of the vibrator over her clit made her flinch and her body ache.
“Slave gets what she asks for” He replied sternly, never moving the vibrator off her.
His free hand still resting on her ass, raw and red from his hits. She squirmed against her binds, desperate and helpless, the soft leather now rubbing her soft skin. She could feel her wetness dripping down her legs as her Master flicked the vibrator back and forth a across her clit.
His hand continued pressing the vibrator into her. He rolled the smooth tip around her sex in circles, occasionally passing it directly across her sensitive bundle. Each pass of the vibrator made her flinch and ache, her wetness now dripping down her legs. She felt her body tense and shake, waves of intense pleasure rushing through her, as she was forced closer to another orgasm.
“Oh please, oh please!” She begged, her voice whining.
Her legs twitched and tensed as her Master pushed her to climax. Her whole body ached and flinched, and her breathing was fast and laboured as her Master continued to roll the vibrator around her clit. She was painfully close to another climax. Her cunt aching and dripping wet and her clit throbbed against the vibrator. Her body was overwhelmed with ecstasy and pain, the mix making her mind a useless mess.
“That’s it Nine. You do what I tell you.” His voice was firm and cold, cutting through her helpless pleading.
“Oh oh uh uh!” She moaned, her voice high pitched and desperate. Her second orgasm ripped through her body, making her legs jerk in their cuffs and her hips buck against the wood. Her body writhed uncontrollably against her ties, shaking as waves of pleasure flowed through her.
‘Smack!’ His hand thudded heavily across her tender ass again, sending a shockwave of pain through her body.
“Answer me! You do what you’re told, don’t you slave?” His voice was loud and aggressive, cutting through her whimpers and please for mercy.
“Y-yes Master!” She whimpered, through her moans. Her body was still twitching from her second orgasm as he brought his hand down again, smacking her ass hard.
‘Smack!’ Again he smacked her, making fresh tears well in her eyes.
“Did I say you could cum?” He growled at her, impatient as her disobedience.
“N-no Master” She whined, tears rolling down her cheeks as she struggled with the mixture of pain and pleasure. Her whole body ached and her wet cunt twitched with the last of her orgasm. Her wrists and ankles felt raw from straining against the leather cuffs.
‘Smack!’ Another hard blow, and she couldn’t stop her whimpers of paon.
“Then why did slave cum?” Her Master’s voice was unforgiving as he brought his hand down against her ass again.
“P-please! Please Master, s-stop” She wailed tears freely flowing down her face. Her whole body ached with exhaustion. Her chest hurt, and her clit felt raw and swollen. Her ass still stung from the repeated hits.
“Slaves get punished for not doing what they’re told” His voice was stern and cool, cutting through her desperate sobbing.
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