The Awakening CH 2
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Posted:Feb 19, 2024 10:39 am
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2024 12:29 am 4504 Views
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Frank opened his eyes and for a minute he believed yesterday had been a dream, then he realized he was holding slut in his arms. She was wide-awake, looking at him. All the toys he had used the night before lay around them. She had given herself to him, he owned a woman and a very good-looking one, although right at this moment she did not look that good. The room smelled badly from yesterday's games. What had smelled like perfume to him had lost its perfume like qualities and now the smell was almost gagging him.
The dried blood, semen, pussy juice and pee definitely were not arousing him this morning. Frank rose and the first thing he did was open a window to let some fresh air in. The air did him good...his body hurt terribly... and his back felt like there were a thousand needles embedded in it. He walked over to the bathroom. "Follow me slut." Frank's voice cut through the silence startling her.
She tried to follow but could not. Her body was too weakened. slut had wounds all over her. She was covered in red marks and welts, and would definitely have had a couple of new scars, without Frank's caretaking session at the end of the session yesterday. Frank walked to the bathroom without looking to see if slut was following. The bathroom was everything you would have expected in a house like this, big, no huge was a better word. His living room was smaller than this! In the center of the bathroom stood a huge bath, and not surprisingly it was big enough to hold at least three to four people. Frank turned on the faucet to fill the bath and to his surprise the water started to pour into the bath from several little holes in the sides of the tub. He had been staring in wonder at this when he realized slut was not in the room yet. He turned around with the intention of finding out where she was so as to punish her when he saw her crawling over the floor, desperately trying to reach the bathroom.
She was dragging the sheet from the bed. It had stuck to her back, her dried blood functioning as glue. The sight of slut crawling towards him in the state she was in would have turned his stomach yesterday, filled him with pity for her pain. This was however not the emotion that filled him now. He was annoyed, not at slut, but at the situation. He had just gained a slave...he did not want to lose her that fast.
He walked over to her and lifted her into his arms. For a tall woman she was surprisingly light. Frank carried her to the bath and dropped her into it, before stepping into the bath himself and starting to wash his slave. The warm water helped to soak the sheet off her back. slut looked bewildered...she had not expected this from her owner, anything but this. Frank was caressing the skin of his property slowly. The color started to return to her face as she began to feel slightly better. Frank and slut soaked for a long time in the warm water. It felt good to relax, and the warm water was doing miracles.
Frank was already feeling a lot better, for slut however it did not work miracles. It would take a lot more than a bath to cure her and make her feel better. "Stay in the bath slut," Frank told his slave. He stepped from the bath and rinsed himself under the shower, then dried himself, and walked into the bedroom where he changed the sheets of the bed. He cleaned the room, disposing of the sheets and dirty clothes of slut. Once he was finished he walked over to the bath. Picking up slut he carried her to the shower, standing her beneath its flow to rinse off the bloodied bath water, dried her, and carried her to the bed.
"Stay in bed and rest. I need you to regain your strength", Frank said before he walked out of the bedroom and started to explore the house. It was huge. The first floor had 5 rooms, all without occupants, except for slut's room. All were big with a bathroom, but none as big or majestic as the room he had spent last night in. Frank went up to the second floor and there he found a games room. It had everything you would expect in it...a pool table, several computers, game consoles, and a bar with a fully filled liquor cabinet. Frank walked over to it and found an unopened bottle of Glenfiddich. He poured a glass for himself. The warm glow of the 12-½ year scotch sliding down his throat was like the greeting of an old friend as he savored the taste of it in his mouth. Naked, with the glass of scotch in his hands, he continued his exploration of the mansion.
He walked down to the ground floor which was like the rest of the house, huge, filled with expensive furniture, one huge living room and the kitchen. Frank walked over to the kitchen and found the fridge fully stocked with food. He made himself an omelet and brewed some coffee. After finishing his coffee and omelet he decided he needed to feed his slave. He made a simple breakfast and carried it to his slave.
Frank found her lying in bed wide-awake. She had not moved an inch since he had left.
"Here's something to eat. You might feel better after some food".
slut started nervously eating the breakfast and then Frank asked her, "So tell me what the story is behind this house. Are you rich or what?"
"Yes my lord, the house is mine. I inherited it from my first slave."
"So how much are you worth, how much money do you have?"
"I am not sure my Lord but it must be somewhere in the region of 50 million, which of course now all belongs to you since I have become yours."
"Explain that to me. You give yourself to me and I get everything you own...and remember I know nothing of this world or the rules, if there are any that is."
"Yes my Lord, it is very simple actually. I gave myself to you and became your property and since I am your property everything I used to own is now yours. Today is Saturday. If my Lord so wishes we can go on Monday to a lawyer and I will sign everything over to you"
"That might be a good idea but before we do that you need to explain to me what I have gotten myself into, what the rules are, how it works, what is expected of me and what I can expect from you."
slut looked at him in amazement, "You really are new to this My Lord!"
"Yes, you woke something up in me that I had suppressed all my life, and now it is awake. That is not something I wanted or wished for, quite the contrary, but it seems my sadistic side cannot be suppressed anymore. It has tasted freedom and is not going to give it up anymore, and to be honest I do not want it to be dormant. I enjoyed yesterday too much. So tell me how this works?"
"My lord it is actually very simple. I have become yours to do with as you please, I gave myself without any constraint voluntarily and of my own free will. I did not put any conditions on it, I just gave myself and you accepted me. I have to obey your orders and do as you please, I belong to you, and you can do whatever you desire."
"Interesting, so you have to do everything I tell you, without question and without hesitation... good, I like that."
Frank, being completely new to the BDSM lifestyle did not realize what he had just gained. Yes, the money, the mansion, and the prestige were all very well, but Frank had taken possession of another human being. It was not something that should be taken lightly or dispensed with only minor thought. He, from now on, owned slut. She would listen to his every command. Her existence would be centered around him, her world, her life belonged to him. slut had made this choice knowing what she was getting into, she realized what she had given to her Master. The power he had over her was total and complete, there would be nothing she would not do for him. This was the nature of the lifestyle she had chosen. Frank knew nothing of this world. He did not know the rules if you could call them that. He knew nothing of the honor and the commitment between a Master and a slave. But instinctively he knew his rights and his duties.
Frank's eyes walked over his slave's body. She was drop-dead gorgeous. "How do you feel slut?"
"I am a fine Master."
"No bullshit, no telling me little lies, no embellishing of the truth, no hiding facts. I should know. I want total and absolute truth. When I ask you a question, you give me a complete and honest answer. Are you clear on that?"
"Yes Master, is that your first rule for me?"
"Rule... Yes...that is correct, my first rule for you to follow. Absolute and total honesty, so I ask again, how do you feel?"
"My whole body hurts, especially my back, hands and feet. I have trouble staying awake...I am very tired...my left butt cheek hurts incredibly. I feel as if a truck has run over me, reversed, and parked on top of me. Physically everything hurts, emotionally I am not sure how to act or behave. I feel very insecure and uncertain. But also I feel very happy. I do not understand it myself, but I feel safe and secure with you Master, I feel fulfilled."
"Thank you for the last, I am strangely attracted to you, I feel connected to you in a way that I have not felt to anyone before. Is there anything I can do to help you with your physical pain?"
"Yes Master, in the cupboard you will find some papaw ointment and vitamin E cream. Those will make me heal faster so I can perform my tasks for you better and faster."
Frank took a minute while considering her words. Silently he walked over to the cupboard and looked inside. This time he was not looking for tools to hurt, or torture. This time he took a look at everything that was in there. Everything which remained was neatly stacked and every instrument had its own place, next to the whips, canes, handcuffs, knives and every sort of instrument you could think of. There was a separate section with a small but very complete medicine cabinet. It was there that he found the ointment. Frank was not familiar with the ointment and had never used it before. He opened the tin. Inside was an oily substance with a very fruity smell. Frank's mind did not stop working. He was learning and realizing something new every minute. He knew after a session he needed to take care of his slave and then his equipment before sleeping or doing something else. It made sense. A was cleaned, wiped and brushed after a workout. Frank sat on the bed next to slut.
"Turn on your belly slut.'
"Yes Master."
He slowly caressed slut's back. The spots of skin which had no bruises, blood crust or welts on them were silky smooth and soft. His hands slowly continued to caress her back, still not putting the ointment on, instead exploring his property. Now and then his hands would stop on a bruise or welt and examine them. It was not as bad as he had feared. The wounds were clean and already healing. slut was in a better condition than he had feared.
“Did you organize the cupboard?”
"Yes Master."
His hands started to tickle her back, softly drawing circles causing slut to moan softly under his touch. Although Frank was not an experienced Dominant, he was an experienced lover. He had often used his skills of massage to seduce women, but this time he was not using it to seduce, he did not need to seduce slut...she was there for him, to be used whenever and however he wanted. Slowly the realization of what he'd gained was dawning on him.
“You will keep organizing the cupboard, I like the neatness of it, I want you to keep it in order for me”
Yes Master."
Frank took a handful of cream and started to massage it into the back of slut, treating her whole body. When finished he drew the sheets over slut and gave her a fatherly kiss on her forehead before advising, "sleep now, you need your rest. I want you to recuperate as fast as possible so we can have another session. I am hungry for more."
Frank walked to the living room and sat there for hours contemplating what had happened that day. The need for sex, pain and control was crying out in him, he had ignored these feelings his whole life, but the day before he had fed it for the first time and had fed it well, though just like a starving man cannot stop eating when confronted with a feast, he could not feed his hunger quick enough. Frank had a dilemma however. slut was not in any shape to take more of what he had done to her yesterday, or he would maim her for life, or even worse kill her if he let the dark side out unchecked.
He started to pace through the room. He needed to exert control and give pain. His sadism and something else which he did not know how to name needed to be fed. It was driving him crazy. Then it came to him, he could give her pain without actually damaging her too much physically, feeding his hunger by having absolute and total control over slut as he had learned yesterday. He walked up stairs to the room in which slut was sleeping deeply, sleeping the sleep of the exhausted.
"slut wake up."
Almost instantly slut answered her Master, "Master, how can I be of service?"
"I need your advice, answer honestly without being afraid. Can you take another session?"
"My Lord, if you so desire I am ready to take whatever you need to give."
"Can your body take it?"
"If you so desire, Master, I can take it."
"So in other words you cannot, shit, shit...shit. So now what do I do? Is there a way for me to inflict pain on you without damaging your body or only damage it minimally?"
"Master, you do not need to concern yourself about this worthless piece of meat."
"Answer my question.'
"No Master, you do not possess the skill yet. But Master if you need to inflict pain and you do not want to damage your property I might have a solution."
"Speak up woman, speak up."
"There is a worthless pain slut I know who will gladly come here, but there will be rules for you to follow Master."
"Tell me the rules."
"You will have to use a safe-word, and you will not be allowed to damage her feet or hands, for the rest she will take anything."
"What is a safe-word?"
"It is a predetermined word or phrase which will slow, change or bring the scene to a halt when spoken by the slave, Master."
"So I am giving the slave power over the session?"
"Yes Master, it is normal when the slave you are playing with is not your property."
"Well it will have to do. Call her."
slut called the woman, and half an hour later the doorbell rang. Frank composed himself and strolled to the door. When he opened it a small overweight blond was standing there. He took her hand, dragged her inside and slammed the door closed. No words were exchanged until he had dragged her into the bedroom."
"Your safe-word is Watchguard. Look Blondie, I am not interested in chitchat or in socializing, you are here because you are a slut and I need your services. "
"Undress, bitch, show me your disgusting fat body.
The blonde immediately stripped, laying her clothes neatly on a chair.'
"Kneel."
The blonde woman knelt in front of Frank. He put a play collar he had taken from his cupboard on her. The bitches' pussy was hot and wet from Frank's commands, from her nakedness before him, from wearing the collar; from realizing that she was Frank's to do with as he pleased, at least for the duration of the session. Frank of course did not for a minute realize the symbolism of a collar. He had just put it on because he liked the way a woman looked wearing a collar.
"What is your name bitch?"
"marie, Sir."
"Lie on your back, marie."
marie found the usage of her name extremely erotic and overpowering. She was proud of herself feeling she had already impressed this strange Master in such a short time to the extent he was using her name. Frank parted marie's thighs as far as he could. marie, being a good girl, tried to part them even more. The stretching of her muscles caused her pain but she took it. Frank walked around her watching how she lay there, watching the curves of her body, looking at the perfect shape of her breasts. At this moment in time he was so concentrated on marie that nothing else existed.
He bent down and kissed her, soft and gentle. His tongue pushed itself into her mouth, her tongue becoming one with Frank's. His hands moved over her body, gently caressing her. marie gave herself completely over to Frank. She knew she would try to please this man completely. The touch of Frank's hands on her body made her shiver and tremble in anticipation of what he was going to do next.
Frank's hand slowly went down to her cunt, caressing her breast, her belly, all of her body on its path to marie's pearl of love. His right hand started to massage her breast; his left hand fingers circled her clit without touching it, just teasing it. Her fluids were running down her legs. marie had hardly felt such arousal as was going through her body at this moment, she started to beg Frank, "Please Sir, take me, I need you."
"Not yet."
marie needed relief, her whole body screaming for sex. "Please, please Sir, I beg of you to take me, I need it."
Frank's right hand slapped her across the face just once, but hard, his hand leaving a red mark where his palm had joined briefly with her flesh.
"Do you really think anyone cares about what you need? You are just a ; a I use. "
marie's disobedience had annoyed Frank, she needed to be punished. He took her by the wrist and dragged her across the floor towards the bed, the bed in which slut was lying looking with great interest at what was happening. marie begged, cried for forgiveness, "Sir please, have mercy on me. I will obey next time."
Frank hardly heard her voice. He did not listen to her. Frank had realized if he would, she would use it next time, if there was to be a next time that is. She would lose respect for him, think less of him as a Master. She might be asking and begging for forgiveness but she was only testing the strength and conviction of Frank. He could not give in without betraying himself. Right now showing mercy would be showing weakness. Frank bound marie belly down. He bound her legs to the top of the bed and her arms to the bottom. slut was in the way now, he could not freely let go while in his mind he was afraid of accidentally hurting his slave. Frank had no problems whatsoever in hurting slut, giving her pain, making her bleed, but it had to be because he wanted it, not by accident. Out of the corner of his eyes Frank could see a chair in the corner of the room,
"slut, go and sit over there on the chair."
Frank took a cane and started to tease marie with it, slowly dragging it across her back, hitting her very softly. She started to get excited again very fast; pain was an aphrodisiac for marie and the anticipation of pain even more. A sharp, fast move of Frank's wrist and the cane landed on her back, again and again the cane came down across her back and bottom. Frank was not hitting full force, he was just warming her up. He was filled with pure lust...seeing her body lying there bound excited him. He bent over and slipped a finger into marie's wet pussy, sliding it deep inside her. Pulling his finger out he wiped her juices across her own face and lips before forcing his finger into her mouth allowing her to taste how hot she was. marie started to lick and suck on his finger as if it was a cock. Frank pulled his finger from her mouth and again wiped it across her face and lips, this time coating her with her own saliva.
Frank loosened marie's arms and forced her on her knees with her legs still tied. He stood in front of her pulling her head back. She knew what was coming and opened her mouth. Frank pushed his erect penis to her mouth and marie started to kiss the head of his cock with her soft lips, before tasting it with her tongue as she ran it in circles over the hot flesh. She parted her lips and hungrily swallowed his cock deep in her throat; her sucking was hard and full of hunger and need. It was not long before Frank started to feel himself close to reaching an orgasm.
"No, stop."
He pushed marie's head away.
"This time my sperm is for my slave."
He walked over to slut, who was still sitting in the chair. Inserting his cock between her lips, he came inside his slave's mouth. Eagerly slut drank deep, enjoying the rich, sweet taste of his semen. Frank caressed slut's hair lovingly, pulled her hair back and kissed her deeply. His taste was still in her mouth but it was drowned in the sweetness of her lips and the silkiness of her tongue. Frank felt a hunger for his slave that was incredible. Already the bonds between them had grown deeper than he had experienced with any woman. He did not really understand what had occurred, but he was as tied to her as she was to him.
"My love, let's play together with this ... pick up a cane and enjoy the sweet taste of pain and despair together."
"Yes Master."
slut lifted herself from the chair, and walked slowly towards marie. Frank's slave was still very weak, but she was determined to not fail her Master. It was her determination and will that kept her on her feet. slut picked up the same cane that Frank had used before and pushed marie back down onto her belly. The cane landed hard on marie's butt and the effect was a small scream of pain. Frank took another cane from the cupboard and stood on the other side of the bed, his cane also descending on marie's bottom. It took them only a second to find a rhythm together as if this had been meant to be, as if they were meant to do this together.
Frank had just discovered sharing the giving of pain together with slut was almost as fulfilling to him as giving pain to slut. Without her involvement his hunger had barely been fed, but now with slut, his hunger was slowly disappearing. He did not understand the strange bond that had occurred between them. He felt a deep and complete connection between them, going deeper than anything he had felt. The feelings ran deep and true, and that only after one day. Already he could not imagine his life without her; already his soul hungered for her.
Slowly their rhythm increased in pace, and the cries of despair and pain from marie became louder and louder. slut was rapidly losing her strength and Frank could see that she needed a break. With a gesture of his hand he signaled slut to stop caning marie. He untied the helpless woman who was now clothed in bruises and welts. His hands covered her back. Frank gently stroked her welts and bruises, proudly admiring the painting in black and blue that he and slut had created on marie's back.
Frank's eyes wandered from marie's back to slut. She looked tired and extremely beautiful. He wanted her; he wanted her badly. His hunger for pain had been replaced with lust for his slave, he wanted her, he needed her, his body shouted to hold her, to stroke her, to take what was rightfully his and use it for his own pleasure.
Frank threw slut on top of marie's bruised body and spread her legs forcefully; his male member was fully erect and eagerly awaiting entrance to slut's cave of lust and love. He took her hard and fast, only thinking of his own pleasure and not expecting to give anything back to slut. Taken over completely by lust and need for his slave's body, he hardly noticed the 'discomfort' he was giving marie. Frank felt as if he were 18 again, a young sex god playing with one of his followers. It did not take him long to cum inside his slave's pleasure palace, flooding it with his semen, then dropping exhausted on slut.
Frank pushed himself up and gently lifted his slave. He kissed her and then put her softly on the bed next to marie. Without saying a word he untied marie.
“Marie, you are not done yet, it is your turn to give satisfaction to slut, pleasure her until I tell you to stop”
“slut eagerly opened her legs giving marie full access to her pleasure center. Her vagina was wet and dripping cum. marie eagerly started to lick the pussy drenched in cum and pussy juices. She was licking sluts' clits like it was a lollipop, licking it with her tongue inside her mouth while her mouth was sucking slut clit into her mouth. It was clear that marie was not new to this, she had been trained very well by Sheila. Frank was getting turned on and he wanted more of the blond. He decided to prepare maries arse with his tongue, licking it making sure it was lubricated with his saliva, to then forcefully penetrate her. marie was taken by surprise and stopped giving pleasure to slut.
“ Don’t you dare to stop right now, you will lick that clit until I tell you to stop, do you understand?”
“Yes Sir”
“Then why are you not eating pussy?”
“Master can I come, I need to cum”
“Yes you have been a good girl slut enjoy cum as many times as you want”
slut’s body started to convulse, the world disappeared for a moment, her body and mind seemed to merge for a single instant, a moment which she wanted to last forever but was gone in an instant. Her mind felt as if she was high and a wave went through her body that made it felt like it glowed. Although not even conscious of the fact slut was screaming at the top of her voice, what she said she could not have been able to repeat.
“marie do not stop until I have drenched your arse full of my cum.”
This started slut on a series of cum’s one after the other, Frank at the same time was ravaging maries arse. His dick erect slammed her over and over, there was no technique nor any consideration for marie. He wanted to use her, his dick started to pulsate, he had already cum several times today there was not much left, but he could still cum, his dick throbbing, Frank was trying to hold it back, but with every stroke the sensitivity was increasing and he reached the point of no return and exploded inside marie. Exhausted Frank dropped on the bed.
"What are you doing here? I am done with you; go, get dressed and piss off."
marie rapidly tried to get dressed. Her back was covered in black and blue, and red markings. Frank took his wallet and threw some money towards marie.
"Take a taxi, go wait outside. I have had enough of you for one day."
"May I call you, Sir? I would like to repeat this experience with you."
"I told you to go," Frank's voice was harsh. "If I need you for anything I will call, you have performed adequately, I will most likely call you again."
Her eyes filled with tears in shame and that shame and humiliation was just turning her on. Biting them back, trying not to lose more of her dignity than she had already lost, marie ran away. But Frank had already forgotten about her, his attention back on his slave. He lay himself next to his slave and took her in his arms, and together they fell asleep, another day they had survived and deepened the bond between them.
Rinng, Rinng...The sound of a phone awoke Frank. It seemed to him he had just closed his eyes only to be woken again. Half asleep, he picked up the phone on the night stand next to the bed.
"Frank."
"Frank? Can I have Sheila on the phone? You can tell your Mistress that Bruce wants to talk with her."
"Mistress? You must have the wrong phone number. The only one here besides me is slut, and she is not a Mistress, she is my slave."
For a couple of seconds it stayed quiet on the other end.
"Give me Sheila."
"Call back when you have learned manners."
Frank slammed down the phone, turned on his side facing slut and tried to fall back to sleep. Just before weariness got the better of him, his mind strayed as he wondered who this Bruce was, and what he wanted from slut.
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The Awakening
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Posted:Feb 16, 2024 9:05 am
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2024 12:27 am 5137 Views
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Frank was walking down the street, it was another one of those days of which lately he'd had so many. He was drunk and feeling lonely. Frank had been chasing this girl now for over 6 months and without any success whatsoever, but he just could not give up. He did not care how big a fool he was making of himself but the constant rejection was getting to him.
"What a fucking idiot I am, why can't I just give up? Why can't I just give up and move on?"
Feeling sorry for himself he continued walking down the streets. It was 6 in the morning and most places were closed by now. Frank didn't want to go home, there was nothing waiting for him there except a television and his PC. He still had money in his pocket and he was not drunk enough...there, that place had to be open...there was a line up to get in!!
Frank hardly noticed the people in the queue, he just wanted to get in to get drunk and forget about how miserable he was feeling. Fuck man, he was 29, life was moving forward and he was going nowhere. After 20 minutes he finally got to the front of the queue.
"Are you a member?" the doorman asked Frank. "No," Frank said. "Well then you will not get in," the doorman replied. "Will 100 bucks cover my membership fee?" Frank asked the doorman.
The $100 got Frank in without any problem. To enter the club he had to walk down spiral stairs, the club was decorated in black and red. Walking down he noticed a sign, 'Changing Room', Frank looked at the sign and then shrugged and continued.
Most of the people in the club were dressed in black leather or latex. Here and there he would see a man or a woman leading another by a collar, some of them wearing masks or hoods. The people who were not dressed in leather or latex could be counted on the fingers of one hand and even those were all dressed in black. Black was Frank's color anyway, he normally dressed all in black. He had dressed in black trousers and a black t-shirt this morning, so he was not standing out that much. Not that he cared if he did, Frank never had been a person to put much value in others opinion and he just wanted to get drunk and forget this day.
Suddenly he felt a hand running down over his butt and heard a female voice saying, "So cutie I have not seen you here before. New to the club? I just love fresh meat."
Frank turned around not sure what to do or say. When he turned he saw a female standing behind him. She was wearing long red leather boots which went up to her thighs, a very short, all revealing red leather skirt which made it very clear she was not wearing any underwear, and a small red leather bra which completed the outfit. She had big breasts, long red hair, was about 5 feet 10, a very thin waist, and the biggest, bluest eyes he had ever seen.
"My name is Sheila, do you like what you see?" she said to him. Frank was used to women approaching him but he was not used to women who were this forward. "Yes," he replied to Sheila, "you are a very good looking girl." "Girl?" she said, "it has been a long time since anyone called me a girl! Well I like what I am seeing, so my place or yours?" Frank was taken back with the forwardness and aggressiveness of her approach. "Your place." Although he had been looking to get drunk, there was one thing that Frank liked doing more than anything and that was sex.
"Good, lets go," she said to him, "what is your name?" "Frank," he answered, on a normal day Frank would have been more cautious but today was not the day for caution. Sheila did not leave him any time to think or to contemplate about what he should do, she was a Sheila ready to pound on her prey. She was in charge and enjoying every minute of it.
Sheila guided him to a side door. The door led to an underground garage and they walked towards an old beaten up Ford Escort. She opened the driver's door and lent over to let him in the passenger seat. She turned on the radio and the sound of techno music started to pour out of the loudspeakers.
"Well buckle up Frankie boy, I do not want to get a ticket." The ride to Sheila’s home was a weird one. Frank had no clue where they were going, he had never been to this neighborhood before. Sheila stopped in front of a huge house, she opened the garage door with a remote and drove into the garage. She parked the car next to three other cars. She might have come in driving an old beaten up Escort, but in the garage there were three very expensive cars. All German, and the cheapest was worth more than he earned in 3 years. What was she doing driving a beaten up old when she had cars like that?
She led him up the garage stairs into the living room and then into the bedroom, no chit chat, no flirting, and no small talk, she just got down to business. "The dream of every man, " Frank thought, "being picked up by a sexy, beautiful woman who does not ask questions but just goes for sex. Well it seems that this is going to turn out to be a good day after all."
Sheila closed the bedroom door and told Frank to undress. Frank undressed and then she pushed him towards the bed and Frank fell backwards onto the bed. He was completely naked and aroused by her touching him, and the situation.
"Look little Frankie is waking up, we will soon see what you are capable of doing with it won't we?" Sheila said to him.
Sheila took one of his hands and pulled it up towards the head of the bed, she took one leather cuff and tied his arm to the bedpost.
"What are you doing?" asked Frank, slightly panicked. "Hush! Quiet, let me do my stuff...you will like it, this will be an experience you will never forget." She chuckled as she took his other arm and tied that as well to the bedpost.
Now she bound his ankles to the other end of the bed with leather cuffs. Suddenly her voice changed, it became harsher, as hard as steel and cold as ice, "Now you are mine," she purred, "you cannot escape and I will do to you whatever I want."
It was not what she said but how she said it. Frank suddenly felt angry and at the same time terrified, he felt like a mouse must feel when confronted with a cat. She moved away from the bed to a cupboard and opened it. The cupboard contained a collection of what normally would be considered torture tools. An array of different whips, clamps, spikes, hoods, cuffs and things that Frank could not place, he had not seen them before in his life.
"What did I get myself into?" Frank was thinking. He tried to get loose, out of the cuffs, but that proved to not be possible.
"Yes, struggle, fight," Sheila said to him, "I like it when my victims have a bit of life in them. The more you fight, the more you scream, the more pleasure you are going to give me. You worthless piece of shit, you belong to me now!! You went with me voluntarily, you came to my room of your own free will, and you gave yourself to me of your own choice, now you are mine to do with whatever I want."
"No!!" Frank screamed. " I did not agree to whatever you had in mind, let me go now!!"
"Do you really think that I could ever be sexually attracted to a thing like you?" Sheila words were hitting Frank like a sledgehammer. She was right, he had come here of his own free will. "But I never knew that this was what you had in mind." "So when you see a woman dressed like me what do you think is going to follow? A night of passionate, caring, lovemaking? Are you stupid or what?!" "I do not care," said Frank, "just untie me so I can go home." "I do not think so little man; I have not had my pleasure yet."
Frank desperately tried to get loose, he pulled with all his strength but the cuffs did not give an inch. Sheila laughed, her laugh sounded like a growl, harsh and without any compassion. Frank was starting to panic, what was going to happen to him, what kind of woman was this? Frank was struggling on the bed trying to get loose but with no effect at all. Sheila took a long nine tails whip out her cupboard.
"I hope you like pain Frank, because you are going to feel a lot of pain before I am finished".
Sheila pulled her arm back and the whip landed with force on Frank's chest. The sharp pain shocked Frank into silence.
"Yes, I thought that would shut you up. Now let's see how much pain you can take".
The whip descended again on Frank, leaving its mark on his chest. Something changed inside Frank, he did not feel the pain, only anger; anger at himself for being stupid enough to get himself into this shit, and anger at Sheila. All the misery he had gone through in his life, all the hardship, all the humiliation that had been building up during the years, the promotion he was not getting, the failure with this girl, everything was building up into an emotion which surpassed anger. The whip descended again and again, no sound came from Frank. Then the pain just became too much and the rage in him made him break the silence.
"Just wait until I get loose you bitch, I will let you eat that whip, I will break it on your back and then I will snap your neck in two!!" Frank shouted in anger to Sheila. "And what makes you think that I will release you, little boy? I am going to have so much fun with you, until I will have to dispose of you of course. But do not expect to leave this room alive, you are mine and I do not let go of my property, what I take as mine stays mine." Frank knew by the way she said it, this was not an idle threat. Frank realized he was in bigger shit than he thought he had been. Sheila started to whip Frank again, harder and harder, whipping his chest, his stomach, and his legs. Frank could not stand the pain anymore and he let out a shout of pain. This seemed to excite Sheila more and she started to whip Frank even harder. She was whipping Frank so hard, blood started to be drawn; he had small wounds appearing all over his body. He was feeling more pain than he had ever felt in his life, gone was his dignity and his anger, Frank was howling like an animal in pain. Sheila stopped with her whip, she was breathing heavily from the exercise she had just gotten but also from the excitement she was feeling.
"I think I have warmed you up enough, it is time for some real pain now, I am going to enjoy this so much." Sheila said.
She turned her attention to her cupboard and after closely inspecting several items she took some clamps out of it and started to put them on Frank. The first one went onto his nipples. Frank was so tired and exhausted from the whipping he did not even try to stop Sheila, he just let it happen. Then the pain hit him, first it was a sharp pain, and slowly it started to dull out.
"Very good Frank, you are taking this like a good little boy. I now will start putting clamps on more painful places, like your testicles."
The pain, the humiliation and the fear he was feeling, that all combined made him go berserk. He pulled with almost inhuman strength on his cuffs, and suddenly one of them snapped. His arms were on fire with pain, his wrists were bleeding, and he had pulled so hard that even although the skin was not broken, blood had spotted his skin. Sheila was very experienced in this game and did not even flinch. She took her whip and started to whip Frank again, but without any effect. Frank was beyond pain, he could not be controlled. His mind was filled with only one thing, revenge, he wanted to kill Sheila, hurt her, and do to her what she had done to him. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was registering the whiplashes Sheila was giving him but he hardly noticed them. Filled with a coldness he had never felt before, he simply untied himself from the bed.
Sheila was feeling panic now...this had never happened before. She had played this game with several men and never had any been able to untie himself after she had started to play with them! Frank raised himself from the bed, blood dripping everywhere, he was bleeding from small wounds, and the clamp was still fixed to his nipple. He took a look at it and without even bothering to unclamp it he just tore it off his nipple. The pain it caused was just fuel to his still growing anger. When Sheila saw what he did she started to panic, fear started to fill her and she started to back up against the wall. It was to no avail, slowly Frank walked towards her, she had long, beautiful, red hair which Frank used to throw her on the bed.
"Undress," he ordered Sheila, "you wanted to play? We will play now, see how much pain you can take, see what happens when I break the whip on you and you start to bleed."
Frank had stopped being Frank; he turned into someone else. For years Frank had tried to control his dark side, the side of him that loved to fight and hurt people, the side that got excited when he watched a woman being violated on television. But it was too late now, it had been lying dormant for his whole life and without Sheila pushing him beyond what a human could normally bear, it might never have awakened. But now Frank did not exist anymore, he had turned into someone, something else.
Sheila obeyed, she undressed. She was a very beautiful woman with a very good figure. Against his better judgement she was arousing him. Frank bound Sheila to the bed using the three good cuffs which were left and took one from Sheila’s cupboard, using that to bind her free left hand. Sheila had bound him belly up, he had felt more comfortable tying her belly down. Once she was tied, Frank started to calm and gain control of himself, the burning anger that had filled him, was smoldering down to controllable levels. Frank had fought against anger attacks all his life, and successfully. He had been known to explode in anger at the slightest, had fought against it, and by now it was almost a bad memory but the anger was still there, it had not been defeated, it had just been suppressed.
He was starting to regain his control, but still he wanted to have his revenge on Sheila, just not kill her anymore. The dark side of him that had been awakened would not become dormant that easily. He went to his clothes and took a cigarette, he lit the cigarette and left the room; he needed time to think about what he was going to do. He wanted to hurt her as she had hurt him but he did not know how far he could go and how to use all those weird things he had seen in Sheila cabinet. Then he said, "Fuck it, who cares what happens to her, I am going to have my revenge."
When he re-entered the room, Sheila had calmed down and her fear was mostly gone. She began to insult him, she was trying to push him into leaving. This however had the reverse effect, the thin control Frank had gained was slowly disappearing in a flood of red hot anger. Frank lost it again, he took the whip that Frank had used on him and started to whip her with it, the snapping of the whip in the air, the sound of it on her flesh was having a strange effect on Frank. Sheila cried out in pain with every whiplash, but he hardly noticed that. The whip was hypnotizing him, the clapping, the sound it made on the flesh, the redness of her skin. It was arousing him, giving him a hard-on.
Frank was not hitting Sheila with his full force, something was holding him back. Maybe it was his upbringing, the morals he had been taught during his childhood, maybe it was just fear of letting himself go, but most likely it was the fear of liking too much what he was doing. A side of himself he had never explored before was starting to wake up, and slowly it was overtaking him. With every whiplash it was gaining force. Sheila's back was turning bright red from the whip. Frank wanted to continue whipping Sheila but his arm was getting tired, and he also wanted to do something else now. When he stopped whipping Sheila he noticed she was weeping softly, she had been a dominatrix for a long time but she had never been on the receiving end before.
The weeping of Sheila turned him on, he wanted to hurt Sheila some more and this time it had nothing to do with revenge, he was not even thinking of vengeance right now. For a moment he was not sure what to do now, he was being guided by something inside him, an instinct, an emotion he had never felt before. He took another look inside the cabinet and found what he was looking for. He took a sharp knife and warmed the point with a small torch he had found in the cupboard, until it was glowing red.
Did he really want to do this? Once done there would be no way he could undo it. It would mark him as much as it would mark her. Driven by an unnatural instinct, an inner force, some might call it a dark side, others would call it their true nature; he let the point of the knife touch her flesh. Sheila cried out in pain, there was no blood, the red glowing point of the knife had cauterized the wound. The smell of burning flesh filled his nostrils. A couple of hours ago Frank would have led a lynching party against any who would even think of doing what he had just done, the smell would have nauseated him, but now it was exciting him. Sheila’s cries of pain aroused him; the pain and control he was exerting over Sheila was fulfilling a need in him, a sexual need he had pushed away his whole life.
Calmly, he lifted the knife and reheated it again. The knife descended again on Sheila...Frank then cut a big capital F with the knife in the soft flesh of Sheila’s left butt cheek. Her cries of pain would have melted the hardest of men, but it did not even make a scratch on the armor protecting his heart. Frank knew he had lost part of himself today, he had lost his innocence and replaced it with cold hard steel.
"I have marked you bitch, so you will never forget me for the rest of your life." The screaming of Sheila had aroused Frank, he wanted to fuck and hurt at the same time. He drove the knife with force into the bedpost and pushed his dick inside her cunt, she was dripping wet, the fluids were running down her legs, he had not noticed before, he really did not care if she liked what he was doing or not.
"So you like my dick, don't you, you worthless slut? You are nothing but a ." This seemed to excite Sheila, who was softly moaning by now, even more. " Shut up you bitch, no sound must escape your lips right now, maybe if you behave I will let you live!!"
Although Sheila did not want to admit it, the fear and pain, the humiliation, the lack of control, her body being used purely for the pleasure of another was turning her into a quivering mass of flesh that only wanted pleasure and was only feeling pleasure. Her body screamed for Frank’ dick, she did not know why, she only knew she needed it. She needed his cum, she needed to make him cum and she needed to cum herself. She wanted to please this man, it was not the fear that was driving her, it was a need just as strong as Frank had felt.
Frank pounded his cock deep into the very depths of her quivering pussy, he was pounding with every little bit of strength he had. Every stroke pushed Sheila forcefully against the bed, her body was shaking, she was clearly beginning to orgasm. Frank took a handful of long hair and pulled her head back, with every stroke he also pulled her hair...that was too much for Sheila, she came in a loud scream. The scream infuriated Frank, "DID I NOT TELL YOU NOT TO MAKE A SOUND?!"
It was not the sound that made him angry, Sheila had broken a command of his, she had disobeyed him. This could not be, he was Frank, he had to be in control, he would not be denied. But even though he was close to letting his anger fuel him, there was another part of him that stayed in control.
He stopped fucking her and started to whip her again, every whiplash was leaving his mark, blood started to seep from Sheila’s back. She was screaming her head off and that was just exciting Frank more, it just gave him a need to hurt more, he was beyond punishing her and was simply enjoying hurting her. His sadistic side had been finally unleashed completely. If Frank had not suppressed this side of him for so many years it would not have been so bad, but now the need inside was unleashed and it was starving. It needed more and more, there seemed to be no end to its hunger. Frank’s face was set in a diabolical grimace. The realization of how close he was to losing control was what brought him back. He needed to be in control, and losing control was not an option for him. He pushed the need back inside, Frank learned an important lesson that day, he would feed its hunger but he would not let it take him over.
Sheila knew she should be scared, she should have been filled with a fear for her life, but the pain was just increasing her arousal, She had just cum and the pain brought her body who had been close to cumming again to another orgasm, she discovered that she was not just a sadist but also a masochist and that this side was even sweeter.
Frank was still bleeding from several wounds but he did not care. Frank started to untie Sheila. She did not try to fight him, she let him do whatever he wanted. After the torture she had gone through she had hardly any strength left and Frank was not human figure to her anymore, she looked at him very differently now.
"I have had my revenge. I am not you Sheila, and I will not go farther without your consent. Leave if you want, or stay and become mine."
Sheila stayed quiet for a couple of seconds and she could hardly believe the words that came out of her mouth.
"I will stay Master, I give myself freely and totally to you."
"Then from now on, until I release you, you are my property."
Frank picked up a piece of clothing that had belonged to Sheila, the material dirty and stained with blood and urine. Frank stuffed it into her mouth, she retched under the stinking gag, her eyes wide and moist with fear, she felt what her victims had felt, but there was one major difference: those feelings were welcomed by Sheila. She was now owned, she had given herself freely, the feeling of being property was fulfilling and exciting to her. Frank used the cuffs to tie her to the bed belly up.
Frank circled Sheila nipples with the point of the cross then pushed it into the florid pink flesh but not too deep, just deep enough to draw blood. Sheila's scream of pain could be heard even though she was gagged. Frank proceeded, sitting on top of Sheila, his full weight on her breasts. He could feel the warm blood slowly oozing out of the wound he had just made, dripping down his legs. He took the sharp edge of the cross and put it against Sheila's neck.
"You said you were called Sheila. I do not see any Sheila here. From now on your name is Slut."
Slut's eyes were wide open in fear and shock, but even so she was clearly aroused, her cunt slick with juices and she was on the brink of coming. Frank removed the rag from Slut's mouth and she answered, "Yes Master, I will do whatever you want of me".
Frank went back to the cupboard and removed a cane. "No sound Slut, I will give you 50 lashes with the cane and 10 more lashes for every sound you make, so we could be here for a very long time if you do not shut up, do you understand?"
Slut nodded in answer. "Stick out your hand and close your eyes'" Frank ordered Slut. Slut stuck her hand out and closed her eyes, the cane descended with force on her hand leaving a nice red welt. Slut desperately trying not to scream, was biting the inside of her lips, blood started to ooze out of her mouth, tears running down her cheeks, but she did not scream or make a sound. Again and again the cane descended on her hand and although Slut's tears were running freely now, she still was not making a sound.
15 lashes Frank gave on Slut's hand, which now looked like someone had taken a red ballpoint and drawn multiple lines across it. Frank grabbed Slut's hair and pulled her head up, "See you can be a good little girl when you want to," he whispered in her ear. He untied Slut and ordered her to lie on her back and open up as much as she could. Her wet pussy was clearly visible, her juices running down her inner thighs.
Frank had never seen any woman so wet before. "We have 35 slashes left, my little , do not move, do not scream, do not even flinch if you don't want to feel my wrath." he told Slut.
The cane descended on her breasts leaving its mark there, Slut did not make a movement; she could have been a statue for all that mattered. Again the cane descended on her breasts and again, again and again. Still Slut did not move, it was like hitting a statue.
"Thirty lashes my dear, you are doing very well, I am proud of you." Even with all the pain she was in, Frank's words had a very clear effect on Slut, she was looking proud and a small smile was visible on her face. Frank praising her made Slut high, in this instant she did not care about anything else but pleasing her Master, making him proud of her was all she wanted. The cane descended without warning on her pussy, she bit on her lips so as to not scream, she tried not to flinch, but still she did. The pain had come too sudden and was too great to ignore. Frank said nothing, he just kept caning her pussy. The pain was the worst she had felt so far, but Slut was prepared to take anything for her Master, she would take any pain, any humiliation as long as that would please him.
"Fifty lashes, now you only have ten more to go for flinching once," Frank said to Slut. Frank knelt down to get a better angle and hit the bottom of her feet. The pain was greater than anything else Frank had done to her tonight but she took it without flinching. Ten times in total the cane descended on her feet, but she did not move.
"This was it, my little girl, I am proud of owning such a good, obedient slave."
Slut was bleeding from several wounds, there was not one body part left that had not taken his pain tonight. She was feeling more pain than she thought was humanly possible, there was not one body part that didn't hurt or wasn't bleeding. But even with all this pain and anguish she was feeling she was aroused beyond belief, she had never before in her life felt the need to be fucked greater than right now at this minute. Yes, she was ashamed of herself for feeling like this but the shame was swept away by her hunger for her Lord, for her need to please him, to make him proud of her.
Frank was extremely aroused, his cock was standing firmly and he needed sex right now. The beating he had just given Slut had increased his need for her to a point where his need had grown beyond control, this thirst for sex was something that he had never before felt. Frank's dick touched the lips of Sluts sex, gently, softly rubbing his penis over her clit, he was letting her know it was there, ready to enter, when he wanted it to. He was completely in charge, and in total control of the situation.
Slut was moaning softly, she begged Frank to fuck her. Frank kept teasing, gently rubbing and then Slut could not take it anymore, the juices running freely from her cunt, and without Frank even entering her she came in a load moan and begged even harder to be fucked. Still Frank waited and waited and kept teasing her pussy with his dick, her body was shaking with desire, she desperately tried to push her pussy on his dick, she screamed for him, she begged to be fucked... and then Frank moved his dick in just half an inch and very slowly started to move it in and out.
This did nothing for Slut's hunger for him and only made it worse. Suddenly he rammed it in full length making contact with her clit and this was just too much for Slut who came again in an even bigger orgasm screaming, her body shaking violently, the intensity so great she could not restrain herself from crying. Frank started to move in and out at full speed ramming his dick with every move harder and harder into Slut's pussy. Slut came almost immediately again, and this time the intensity was getting too much for her, she did not know anymore if she wanted Frank to stop or keep on going, she had no control left anymore. She cried his name, she shouted for him to stop, she shouted for him not to stop, her mind was a blur, she had lost all sense of time and direction, she did not know where she was, the only thing she knew, the only thing she was aware of was Frank's dick moving in and out of her pussy and then came the greatest orgasm of them all, she ejaculated...she had never done that before and suddenly a deep shame filled her, what was he turning her into?
Slut's ejaculation excited Frank to a point where he also needed to cm, Slut could feel his warm cum filling her and she felt a great relief now it was going to be over, he had come. Frank however had come but didn't want nor could stop, even after coming his erection did not go away and his hunger for Slut had not been stilled yet.
He forced Slut on her belly and without any ceremony he rammed his dick into her anus. She screamed in pain, she had never been taken in her ass before. Frank could feel the tightness of her ass around his cock, his dick slick with his own semen and her juices. He kept ramming it in and out, taking great pleasure in how tight Slut was and how much pain he was making her feel. The pain however was temporary and Slut was getting excited again, calling his name and feeling even hornier. The intensity of the night had just reached another level, it was the pain combined with the pleasure it was giving her that gave her another orgasm, this one however was different, not so intense but very pleasurable.
Frank knelt over Slut and put his cock into his slave's mouth. Slut kissed the head of his cock with her bloody lips, bloodied from biting on them. She tasted his dick with her tongue, running it in circles over his hot flesh, she parted her lips more and took him slowly into her mouth using her tongue and lips to pull him in even more. Frank started to fuck her mouth as if it was a pussy, he was fucking her mouth with long deep strokes hitting the back of her throat. Frank tangled his fingers into his slave's hair, pulling it while he was using her mouth. Frank's thrusts became harder and faster, his breathing more ragged, and then he came, emptying his lust into her mouth. "Do not spill a drop, bitch," he ordered Slut.
His cum filled her mouth and she swallowed deeply, sucking every little drop out of his cock. Frank pulled himself from her mouth. He was exhausted, this had pretty much finished him off, he had not much energy left and Slut was even worse, her breathing was ragged while her body lay abused on the bed. Frank fell down next to her and took her into his arms, he just held her. He knew that tonight he had let the beast out, he also knew he would never again let it take so much control over him as it had tonight. He took a look at his slave, he was not sure how he knew this but he was sure of it, Slut was his now.
But he could not go to sleep yet, he wanted it, he was exhausted, but there was something he needed to do. Frank went to the bathroom, got a wet towel and brought it back. He slowly cleaned slut, making sure that she was clean. He found alcohol and disinfected her as best as he could, any open wounds he bandaged and the rest of her body got body lotion. She was his property now, and he needed to make sure she would be as quick as possible ready to be used by him again. Only after he did that Frank decided to rest, both of them slowly falling asleep. Just before he fell asleep he heard from a distance, Slut mumble, "I love you my Master, I have never been so fulfilled or been so happy in my life."
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