Afterwards, Sally could have held her face in her hands and wept for a lifetime.
The pattern of the evening was to be repeated many times she realised even then:
her life as a slave would unfold in bleak monotony punctuated by moments of
madness and terror. She had been tired enough by the events of the afternoon to
have fallen into a light sleep, flat on her back on the bed, the silk sheet
covering her torso: to be woken by the sounds of the quietly opening door. He
entered; locked the door behind him.
"Still keeping you on a short leash" he remarked, "get up."
Sally rose from the bed, the silk sheet slipping off her body, and stood naked
in front of her owner, arms obediently at her side, head cast down a little.
"Look up at me. I'm glad you're loosing that ridiculous sense of modesty. Have
you been playing with yourself? Part your legs so I can see."
Sally quickly parted her legs for him, raising her eyes to his face. Not often
friendly when he first came into her room. His eyes had a hard glint in them
which always made her feel more naked than she already was. "I've been asleep...
Tom. I didn't er... touch myself." She gave a small smile, encouraging him. No.
She felt his finger at her pubis, hard and dry. It wriggled between her lips,
and pushed inside her. Her eyes grew wide and her heart began to beat faster not
so much because of the pain he caused her, but because of the way he was looking
at her. One hand in her pussy, he pushed her back, till the backs of her knees
were resting against the bed, all the while undoing his broad leather belt with
the other hand. Her eyes flicked uneasily between the belt and his face. No
clue... was he going to...
"Get up on the bed on your knees, grab the pillow with your hands and keep your
ass raised high."
Her heart beat faster as she saw him switching the doubled belt in his right
hand. She quickly climbed up on the bed and bent over, her bottom raised high
in the air, feeling slightly foolish... she kept her legs tightly together and
hugged the pillow tightly.
Crack! The first blow on her backside had a kind of abstract quality about it...
she felt neither pain nor pleasure the moment after it happened. Only as she let
go of the breath she didn't realise she'd been holding did she begin to feel the
sting of it flooding over her. He had hit her full force on both her raised
cheeks. Awwww.... she moaned gently thinking, god this is all right, I think I
can stand this, I thought it'd be much....
Crack! The next blow landed at the moment she had relaxed her bottom and this
time the pain was immediate, like a large burn. She cried out, louder this
time, and she heard him grunt.
"Going soft to start with honey." Crack! Sally gripped the pillow more
tightly.... no.... this was getting worse. She felt herself quivering, her
bottom rising and falling... she felt him hold her side just above the hip in
his hard grasp and she flinched. "Keep the ass high." Not more!
Quivering, trembling, she kept her bottom up high as she could. He beat her
with his belt, covering her cheeks and the top of her legs with burning, hot
sensation as if he was scalding her with water. She moaned and twisted,
marveling how her body stood the pain of it, her face wet in the pillow. There
was a pause, a silence, during which the pain somehow absented itself. She felt
his hand over her cheeks, cool... searching out her pussy.
"You never been beaten on your ass, Sally?" His fingers had found her pussy and
were delving into it. She blushed. For some reason, she had got wet during the
beating.
"N...no, never, Tom."
"Not even by your daddy?"
"God forbid!"
"And you know you've got wet, don't you? Don't be afraid... that often happens
when a girl gets a light beating."
The words 'light beating' chilled her (you knew it was too easy, she chided
herself) and being referred to at her age as 'girl' was... her position left her
in no state to protest. As time went by, she realised that she was the kind of
woman who does get sexually roused by being beaten. Tom had taught her that by
starting her gently. Later, the ferocity of his attack on her would leave marks
that sometimes wept blood; always made her wet.
"No, don't move. You ever played with a dildo before?"
She buried her face in the damp pillow and mumbled "Once or twice... for fun
really..."
"What? Speak up, girl!"
"Once or twice. Just for fun."
"Better get used to it... for more fun..."
She heard him bring the dildo out of his pocket, and then the buzzing and then
the tip of it was pressing between her pussy lips.... it got bigger as he
pressed it inside her. Her terror made it almost a sexless act of violence as he
pushed it in deeper... well... a twinge in her clitoris... his hands seized her
dangling breasts and played with her nipples, pulling them down and squeezing
them between his fingers.
"Horny yet?"
"No..." she gasped as his fingers pressed her nipple hard.
"Too bad. Try to. Here, keep this vibrator stuck up your cunt... two fingers
over the base... yes.... push down a little... feel it going down you? Bit
more... come on..."
She obeyed, pushing a little deeper, wincing as her arm brushed her sore bottom.
"That's it... keep it up..." she suddenly felt a cold jelly spread between her
cheeks.... no silly, she thought, OVER the cheeks! Then as his finger found the
little bud of her bottom, she gave a low moan.
"Nobody fucked your ass, either, eh? WHAT did you ever do with your life, my
little baby?" Ugh, as his finger pushed in. She felt her sphincter tighten
around his finger as he probed inside her. He withdrew.... gasp... and then
pushed it inside again, this time a lot more easily, but just as hard.
"Keep your hand on the vibrator, baby" she felt his sticky hand finger her
dangling breast once more, squeezing and pulling the nipple. It was hard not to
get excited, and she felt the fear of what was to happen gave her a perverse
sense of excitement. "Good girl.... now relax your bottom... yes, there we
are..." His cock pushed lightly against her opening. Unbelievably large and
blunt! She felt him pushing harder, and incredibly, found her bottom opening
wider... her sphincter muscles spasmed as he pushed himself in, ever deeper,
until she realised that his entire cockhead had pushed its way through inside
her. She gasped. The feeling was revolting, and she would have denied all
pleasure to herself, but his hand joined hers over the top of the dildo and
pressed the thing deeper in. She gasped at her reaction to the constant buzzing
at her clitoris. At the same time, she felt his cock push deeper into her
bottom.
"Tom!" she gasped. He pushed his cock deeper still, making her feel almost faint
with disgust, and at the same time, the dildo also went in further. She could
sense the confusion in her body. The dildo was huge and it pressed into her
relentlessly with his hand over her fingers. At the same time, his cock thrust
slowly into her bowels.... she felt she was going to shit, but of course, the
huge cock simply pressed further. She felt the dildo hit the back of her pussy,
against her cervix, with a groan, and at that moment, his cock slid all its way
inside her. His balls slapped against her, and she felt his thighs against her
burning backside.
Leaving her to hold the dildo, he grabbed her by the hips and slowly began to
push her backwards and forwards over his cock. Each movement was a nightmare,
she felt she had lost all sense of control over her bowels and despite the hot
tingling in her clitoris, the dildo was pulling her apart, painfully. She let
it slide out a little, hoping he'd not notice as she felt him gather momentum,
and then suddenly he was roaring and shoving hard inside her and she was
squealing and crying as she felt him unload his cum inside her bottom.
The vibrator was still buzzing between her legs. Slowly, he came out of her.
She could feel her guts being pulled out from inside her body and there was the
awful moment as he took the tip of his cock out of her. She lay panting heavily
as he slowly extracted the dildo from her.
"One night I'm going to fix it inside you all night" he murmured as he rubbed
the tip of it over her breasts.
Oh gawd. "Yes, Tom... anything!"
"And you're going to have to learn how to use an enema and vaseline... dirty
little baby." He gave her bottom a slap, perhaps meant playfully, but it stung,
hard. "Owwww!"
"Go to the bathroom, clean yourself up, and bring a wet cloth and do the same
here."
She got shakily off the bed, and not looking at Tom, walked quickly to the
bathroom, aware of her bottom flaming and her asshole puckered out like a large
prune. She sank down on the stool, she saw he was watching her and she tried to
push whatever it was out of her, but nothing came except a long low fart. She
buried her face in her hands and blushed.
"Don't hide your face."
Burning, she lowered her arms and let him watch her naked body as she took a wet
cloth.... she pressed it against her backside, gently. It felt cool against her
skin, and she pressed it gingerly against her asshole.... on my god.... she
tried to hold herself in.
"You okay honey?" he called, in a much softer tone "Don't worry, you'll be back
to normal in a few hours."
She got up off the seat, and walked back slowly to him. "I've never had sex
there before" she muttered. "Sorry... didn't know what to expect."
"Enjoyed it?"
"I don't think so. The vibrator, that was very confusing as well. Oh." She saw
his limp and dirty cock. "Oh my god, I forgot the cloth for you!" She turned and
rushed back to retrieve it and moisten it with warm water and soap. She knelt in
front of him and rubbed his cock gently, carefully.
"Sometimes, men like you to do that with your mouth, you know."
"I could imagine" she shivered and look up at him. "Including this man?"
"Hmmm.... sometimes... it'll be easier when you get into the habit of washing
yourself inside there, and I may decide to stretch you out more permanently.
That way, it won't hurt as much when you're accepting a cock in your ass. Mmm...
you're beautifully tight, I'm glad I was able to take at least one virginity
from you." He was smiling. A virginity I never knew I had she thought.
He pulled her up to sit by him, fondling her breasts, almost absent-mindedly.
"This is going to get hard for you, you know that" he murmured. "There's just
the two of us in the house these days. And I'm the only person you're going to
see. You'll get to dread and love my coming to you, and when I don't come,
you'll be heartbroken." He pinched her nipple and smiled a little sadly as she
gave a small gasp. "Every time I come in, a little pleasure, maybe a little
pain. I don't know if that's going to become a habit for you, but you'd better
get used to getting ass-fucked. There are men who will want to do it to you,
much more roughly than I."
"You'll... give me to other men?"
"Of course. We share. You have three lovely holes in your body."
She blushed and swallowed the nausea that threatened to rise up inside her.
"I'm a bit new to all of this... finding it hard to take, Tom."
"I know." He patted her bare knee, so familiarly she almost smiled back at him
for his attempt to console her.
"Tomorrow, you'll get stuff for an enema, with all the instructions." He looked
quizzically at her "I'm sure an educated woman like you will know what to do.
And you will cook for me from time to time, not because I can't, but because
that will make you feel good that you're doing something for your master. Reward
for good behaviour, hmm? And of course learning to be my whore."
She looked down at her knees and tried to keep her eyes dry.
"You're gong to need something to keep your pussy soft and smooth as well,
aren't you? Shaving stuff. You're used to looking after yourself well."
"Well preserved for my age?" she smiled, a little bitterly.
"Worth twice the price!"
"Tom?"
"Mmm?"
"If you want to keep me in good condition -"
"- yes? -"
"- there's some body lotion I prefer, suits my skin better."
He gave a soundless 'oh'
"...and face cream... (she mentioned a brand) and vitamins for my nails... and
-"
He put his hand against her mouth "- a gag?"
She fell silent and bowed her head against his hand, kissing the inside of his
fingers.
"Any other requests, then, Sally?" He got up off the bed and stood in front of
her, legs apart, passing his belt back into his trousers.
She looked up at his face. Unreadable again. "Shampoo?" she said in a small
voice "and conditioner... I need this brand of conditioner for my hair? Please?"
He bent over and grasped her by the nipple, pulling her to her feet by her
stretched-out breast. She gasped in shock.
"Of course I will. But remember, you're a slave."
"Yesss..."
"I can do what I like with you." He pulled her nipple, tighter.
"Yesss!"
He suddenly grabbed her hair and sitting down on the bed pulled her over his
knee, as if she was a little girl, squeezing her arm hard tight as he slapped
her already sore bottom with his bare palm. "I... own... you.." he cried,
fiercely, punctuating every word with a slap. She wriggled and groaned in pain.
"Yes Tom!" she shrieked.
"Who... owns... you?"
"You do, Tom! You DO!"
His slapping stopped.
"You know the way I've opened you, I'll bet I could get my whole fist into you
tonight!"
"WHAT???"
"Shall we find out?"
"Your... fist?" she said weakly.
"Yes" he said, lifting it before her eyes "In your ass... or maybe up your
pussy? What do you think?"
"Uhh Tom... I just wanted to look nice for you!"
"And you will. I will get you what I promised. But don't forget you are still
only a slave."
"Yes, Tom. You made me your slave."
"Good, remember that."
He left. The door closed, locked behind him.
For days, or was it weeks, the pattern followed as he had outlined. Sometimes,
he had sex with her, catching her dry and forcing her. Other times, he played
with her pussy and made her cum on his hand. She learnt to give him pleasure
through her mouth, her pussy, her asshole. And then there were the beatings...
her bottom, the back of her legs, her tummy and even sometimes her breasts
learnt the sting of his whips, belts, canes. Although, as she discovered
watching him, he inflicted pain on her for her terror of it and for the way she
writhed and contorted her body as he inflicted it; she believed he was more hurt
than excited by the thought of her actually suffering.
At first, she resisted the warm feelings he brought out in her when she saw him
again and thought in the darkness of her room of the horrible things he did to
her. And the awful things he told her. She had learnt to believe him, but
surely... for a time, her heart was seared in anger and confusion. The thought
of her husband and her children would suddenly hit her like a steel-capped boot
in the stomach. She wept a lot in those days, and then would rise and wash her
face in cold water, muttering to herself not to be such a silly cow, back to lie
on her bed. Always rising with delight as he entered. Holding out her wrists to
be bound.
She learnt to wash her bottom out with the enema, and blushed when he insisted
she do it in front of him. "Very nice" he commented carelessly. "You could go on
display in the best whore-houses I've ever been to!" And yes, one night, he put
a black leather belt around her which had a cross-strap to which were attached
two large rubber penises. He did it up tightly pulling it hard round her waist
and doing the cross strap up mercilessly.
"Tighter?" he asked, a smile playing on his lips.
"As you wish" she gasped, playing the line he had beaten into her another night.
"It will do... I need hardly say, don't touch it till I come back?"
Ah... that had been sheer agony. First as the straps bit into her, then, as she
suddenly realised, when she needed to, she felt afraid to pass water and the
dildo in her backside hurt as her bowels tried to loosen. She lay on her back on
the bed, unable to sleep, soaking in sweat, fear and terror.
"Occupied your mind?" he had asked the following morning.
"Oh.... Tom!"
Tom, I've lost everything else, she whispered to herself at nights. You're my
master, please let me serve you. She sometimes said it to him as well, as he was
about to release his orgasm inside her and it made him explode like a bull.
She understood, intellectually, what she was going through. She had read about
it: the gradual breaking down of an independent person to become a person who
depended simply on another's mood and whim, however irrational or
incomprehensible. What she had never understood was the sheer pleasure it
brought her to be his: to pad around naked in his kitchen as he sat on his side
of the table watching her: to smile at him as he came through the door of the
room in which he had chosen to confine her. To thank him sincerely for
inflicting terrible pain on her body.
Another part of her mind was still set in the ways she had been trained. What
are the strengths of your position, what are the weaknesses? Itemise them.
Balance one list against the other, negotiate. Where do you see the
opportunities, what are the threats? Do you hold a credible hand? Are there any
weaknesses which may be turned into a strength? Are any threats really
opportunities?
Both her owner and she wanted in the end but one resolution, and they wanted the
same one, together, but he was as mired in his past as she in hers and that
prevented them from attaining it, their hearts' desire. Could she ever bring him
to the point that he as much as she wanted to reach? Her only method (in the
end) her unique selling point: her complete passivity?
