*The final Part 5 of Sabrina’s story. I am so, so sorry to publish so late. I recently had a fall down the stairs (I’m just clumsy, nothing serious) and got a concussion. I slept for a few days straight (!!!) and got checked out by a doctor, who advised that I should take some time from screens, so I didn’t write for a while. I felt a little groggy and it was difficult to type coherent storylines, so I decided to delay my writing rather than post something shitty. Please don’t be mad lol! Comment your feedback and PM me! I’m always looking for my Nathaniel/Geoffrey/Derek haha. Check* r/BDSMErotica *if you’d like to see the full story in one cohesive post. Thanks for all of your support and understanding! Enjoy! xox*
It was unclear if we had been driving for hours or days. It certainly felt like hours, cramped in a cage in a little trailer. The cage was smaller than the trailer, and it pitched and slid along the bottom as we drove for miles and miles. I would have some new bruises to show my new master by the time I arrived at my new home.
*Derek Whittaker*. I had been replaying the name in my head since I left the institution. I remembered his dark tuxedo contrasting with his blue eyes. It was difficult for me to remember if he was handsome, or if I was just putty in any man’s hands. I remembered the salt-and-pepper hair and beard, the sharp cheekbones, the broad chest. Classically handsome, if I remembered correctly.
I busied myself with thoughts of him, his body, what he might sound like, taste like, smell like. I felt my juices drip and pool beneath my ass.
Finally, I heard brakes screech to a stop as I was thrown against the cage one more time. My heartbeat thundered in my chest. I scrambled into Position One as I awaited my fate. My breasts heaved, my pussy throbbed, and my body ached from the cramped cage. I waited a few moments before the trailer door was pulled open and bright sunlight streamed in, blinding me. I blinked against it, resisting the urge to shield my eyes. I eagerly peered through squinted eyes, hoping to see my master.
I was almost disappointed to see a skinny little house slave, most likely barely eighteen. She was white with wispy blond hair and shockingly green eyes. She would have cost a pretty penny as a sex slave. Her breasts were tiny and her cunt was bare. I hoped I wouldn’t have to share. Although, if he already had a house slave, at least my duties wouldn’t require leaving the bedroom.
She struggled to pull my cage from the trailer. I cried out as it crashed onto the gravel driveway. As I collected myself, she unlocked the door and helped me to my feet. I looked around. There were miles of grassy hills, with no houses or even trees in sight. Small creeks and little trails wound through the property. The sun peeked out from miles away and the clouds hung in the sky like paintings. I turned, stunned to see an expansive mansion, bigger than the institution and bigger than I had ever seen. It was a deep gray and modern looking, with large windows and wrought-iron balconies. It was beautiful, and it was formidable. I swallowed my anxiety. It looked as if I were to scream, there would be no one save the house slave to hear me.
“Sabrina?” she asked at last, in a small voice.
I cleared my throat. A large black man in a suit exited the driver’s seat of the black SUV. His shoes crunched against the gravel driveway as he made his way to my cage, lifting it with ease back into the trailer and locking it up. The house slave bent her head and folded her arms behind her back. The driver scowled, clawed at her left tit once and then got back in the car, leaving a trail of dust in his wake.
“That’s Mark,” the house slave said. “Master’s chauffeur. And I’m Bea,” she said. “Follow me.”
She began walking briskly, her heels piercing through the gravel, leading me up the winding driveway to the front doors.
“We’re the only staff here. Including you,” she told me.
“Where’s Der- I mean, where’s the Master?”
Bea threw me a look over her shoulder and said, “He’s in the house, of course. He’s waiting for me to prepare you.”
Bea turned sharply at the front entrance and moved towards the side of the house. “Slave’s quarters,” was all she offered in explanation.
Upon entry, the slave’s quarters was definitely something I could get used to. The entryway was small but ornate, and displayed two cots and a little bathroom, almost like a college dorm. It was heaven compared to the cells at the institution.
“I doubt you’ll spend much time here as a whore, unless you displease Master,” Bea said casually, leading me to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and shoved me in.
“While you’re here, the Master wants your pussy smooth. Your hair must always be down. He’s had special clothing made for you, and that’s all you’re allowed to wear. I think that’s all I have to tell you.”
I soaped up my body, luxuriating in the warm water, barely hearing Bea.
“Is he kind?” I asked, rinsing shampoo from my long hair. I wanted it to shine for him.
“Kind enough,” Bea said, crossing her creamy legs on the toilet. “You’re lucky. You’ll see.”
I had a million more questions, but I sat in stunned silence as Bea dried me off and did my hair and makeup. She led me to a large wardrobe, and opened it. “He says you can pick for today.”
Rows of lingerie sets hung from velvet hangers. Nothing left much to the imagination, but it was all intricate and beautiful. The bottom of the wardrobe was lined with different high heels. I quickly chose a pink lace set with a sheer bra and panties. It was simple but flirty, and like Bea said, was tailored perfectly to me. The bra gently cupped my breasts and accentuated my puffy pink nipples, and the cool fabric dampened quickly against my pussy. I slipped into matching pink heels and asked Bea what she thought.
“You look like a slut,” she said with a smirk. I smiled at the thought. “Let’s go.”
Bea led me up a staircase into the main house. I was awestruck by the beauty of it. I looked around in awe as she led me to the end of a hallway and knocked.
The door swung open, revealing Derek, in his tuxedo with his jacket unbuttoned and his tie hanging loose. I gasped as his hand swiftly caught Bea’s cheek, knocking her to the side.
“You’re dismissed, girl,” he said, in a deep and raspy voice. I swallowed hard. Bea straightened, cradling her face, and hurried back to the slave’s quarters. I stood in Position One, legs spread and tits out. I prepared myself for a slap that never came.
Instead, he reached out, grabbing me by the wrist, and pulled me into the wildest sex dungeon I had ever seen.
It was much bigger than the institution’s. While everything was wooden and well used at the institution, the furniture in here was immaculate and made of all black materials. I saw ropes hanging from the ceilings, a wooden horse, a Sybian, a fucking machine, various cots and benches with metal entrapments, and shelves and shelves of sex toys.
But in the center of it all was a large, circular bed, canopied and made up with black sheets. There were pillows but no blankets, and that was all I could register as Derek pushed me onto my back against the satiny sheets.
He thrusted his weight on top of me, pressing his mouth against mine. I opened for him, allowing his tongue to graze my own, kissing his soft lips and feeling his stubble against my smooth skin. He kissed me deeply, like a lover, and I melted underneath him. It had been so long since I felt true affection.
We made out for what felt like hours, before he pulled away, breathless, his mouth reddened.
“Sabrina,” he said.
“Yes, Sir,” I squeaked out, after too long a pause.
“My name is Derek, but you will call me Master. Or Sir. I like how you say it.”
My breath caught. He had left me panting, craving his mouth on mine. “Yes, Sir,” I said.
“I’m a good man, and you’ll have a good life with me. I have a house slave – you met her – and she will cook and clean for you. You shouldn’t want for anything while I’m here.”
I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“But that doesn’t mean I’m gentle,” he said, his voice a throaty growl. In a second, he had his left hand wrapped around my throat, pinning my stomach down with his knee. With his right, he ripped my bra off my body, and then my poor, wet panties. He threw them to the ground, quickly picking me up by the waist and forcing me upright. I watched with bated breath as he stripped before me, exposing a muscular torso and powerful legs, slim waist and wide shoulders, and the thickest, longest cock I had ever seen. My mouth went dry. I would be happy here, for certain.
He picked me up again, falling against the bed, and without warning, impaled me on his cock. I screamed, flailing my arms as I tried to fit him in. He laughed loudly, watching me groan in pain and writhe my hips, trying to get him into my greedy hole. I felt the urge to cum almost instantly.
“Can I cum, Sir?” I asked, taking him in deeper.
“Already?” he asked, sounding impressed. I smiled a little, silently thanking Nathaniel. “Well, slave, I can tell you that you’re always allowed to cum unless I say so. But don’t think that is a gift.”
I moaned, sinking onto him, finally feeling his full length inside me as I sat on his cock, and I began to rock forward as his head hit my G spot, hurling me into orgasm. I shuddered around his cock, leaning back to spray my squirt.
He began to pound into me, jackhammering his cock into my cunt as I let my juices flood. I bounced up and down on him, forcing him deeper, relishing in the pain as he stretched my tight pussy past its limits. I couldn’t believe the ecstasy I was in.
As if I had spoken it into existence, he suddenly pushed me off of him. I whimpered, as I was close to my second orgasm.
He strode to the other side of the room, his taut muscles rippling under his skin, as I leaned on my elbows against the bed. He picked up a coil of thick rope and a pussy strap. He turned, facing me with a wicked smile, and said simply,
“Let’s begin.”
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