“Good girl” Mike rubbed her back, soothing her telling her what a good bitch she was as he pushed into her hole.
“Ohhh, Please stop. Sir, Please. “Mike laughed.
“Ah my pet, you don’t mean that, You would never ask your master to stop fucking you.” He was all civility, but Sally heard the veiled threat in his tone of voice.
Mike pushed all the way in then leaned forward and grabbed both of her nipples and pulled. “Ahhhh! “ Sally exclaimed, and Mike sat up with a big smile on his face and began pumping in earnest. Mike talked to Sally as he did.
“Now Sally you must thank me while I fuck you and after. If you need to say anything, I expect it to be your thanks and how much you love the sensations that are coursing through your backside now. If you want, you can even tell me how it feels to be stretched out I don’t mind knowing how much it hurts as long as you thank me afterward. Understand?”
“Yes Sir, It hurts Sir, a lot. I want you to stop, but I know you won’t.” Sally knew she was on thin ice with that last statement about wanting him to stop so she continued. “Thank you, Sir for fucking my asshole. Thank you for using lube, Sir.” And then she could not control the sobs anymore. For the rest of the time she just sobbed and he let her. He wanted her to know that this was her place and like it or not this was his hole. He drove the point home with each push. He did not let up his pace, perhaps because of her cries; he did not want her to think he would be easy on her if she cried, or that he would put her pleasure before his own.
When he released inside of her he pulled his dick out.
“Stay.” And Mike undid the cuff on his hand, and walked out of the room leaving her kneeling on the bed ass up face down. When he came back he had a warm towel and wiped her ass, then told her “Come, position two in front of me and clean me off. Sally made a face as she slowly moved to the floor in position in front of him. Mike was not impressed and his right hand forcefully met her left cheek, Sally was thrown off balance, but got back into her place unnerved and cowed. “You will show enthusiasm at giving me pleasure, no faces, no resistance, or there will be pain.” Mike bent over took Sally’s face in his hand, bunched her cheeks up together squishing her face and spoke barely above a whisper, yet annunciated each word and each syllable of each word. “DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND. BITCH?”
“Yes! Yes Sir I understand” Sally said the words as well as she could through her distorted mouth, and was relieved when Mike let go and said “Clean me off.” Sally
Sally went to put her mouth on his cock. She was so scared to displease him that she worked her mouth up and down and just like before made herself go all the way down and almost gag. She even held it there for a bit. She wanted to earn some favor with her captor, because being on his bad side was very uncomfortable. As she swallowed with his dick in her mouth she heard his moan of pleasure and worked her mouth up and down faster. She was becoming quite good at this and Mike was noticing. “Lick my balls, Bitch” Sally took her mouth off his cock and licked at his balls as instructed. “Okay finish with my cock, we have a day ahead of us” Sally cleaned with vigor and sat back when she was sure it was clean and looked at Mike expectantly. She was not sure if she was expecting his wrath or praise, but she had done the job.
“Sally?” Mikes voice was dangerously sweet. “Are you forgetting to thank me for something?”
“Sir?” Sally was confused and played the events in her head then hung her head in shame. “Thank you Sir for fucking me in the ass.” She was so humiliated to be saying those words out loud, but the alternative….oh the painful alternative. It was just words after all right?
Mike slid onto the floor in front of her naked body and caressed her face. Speaking soothingly to her while undoing her cuffs that had not come off yet. “Oh what a good toy, my toy. Now come on, let’s use the bathroom and get you clean up shall we? Come on my sweet.” And he stood up, then pulled her up and held her very close to him as he led her into the bathroom.
Once here He took care of her daily needs, brushed her hair, teeth, hair. When he was done with her hair he told her “Position one facing the end of the shower.” She complied and he washed the rest of her body.
“You are mine, I will take good care of you, I will make sure you are clean, well cared for. You are my most valuable belonging.” The more he talked the more Sally got worried. She was pretty sure he was not just going to walk away and leave her to go to the cops and identify him.
When Mike finished with her, he washed himself then turned the water off and got out, Sally started to stir.
“Uh-uh-uh. No, bitch. You mustn’t move until I tell you to. Stay in your last position until you have a command from me.” Mike was back to his patient, nice teacher persona. Sally stilled herself not wanting to upset the delicate balance that seemed to be his emotional state. When Mike dried himself off he snapped his fingers, and pointed in front of him. “Bitch, come stand here”
Sally moved as quickly as her wet and by now cold body would allow her. Mike dried her off and once again led her to the bedroom.
“Position One.” Sally was shocked yet again, but she scrambled to obey. She waited for what was to come, but Mike turned around and dressed himself, then started looking through her wardrobe. He kept talking under his breath generally displeased with the choices before him. He found something and Sally heard cloth being cut and torn, finally she was allowed to know what was going on.
“Stand up here in front of me hands behind your back. Legs shoulder width apart.” Sally came and stood in front of him as he desired. For fun he slapped her pussy and startled her.
“Okay I think I want to dress you today, so here is a skirt you can wear, It is black, lets see the length on you, Mike held it up to her and it came to about mid thigh on her. “Nope, we need shorter.” And Mike retrieved the scissors and started making sure the skirt would be just below the cunt line, and a bit shorter in the back. “Now put it on.”
The edges were ragged and not straight and she looked like a hobo in rags, but, it was well he gave her clothes. Sally thought that was defiantly an improvement. The shirt was next. Mike had picked a simple T-shirt and had her put it on. Then he cut at the neck line and pulled first one breast out and cut so that it was hanging out and depending on the fabric to hold it up at the same time. He did the same to the other one. “Go look in the mirror and tell me what you look like.”
“I look like a whore Sir.” Sally spoke quietly, hoping that was what he wanted to hear. Mike moved in front of her and grabbed her left boob looking her deep in the eye.
“ Yes, yes you do, My whore. Look at me, when I speak to you, YOU are MY FUCKTOY.” Repeat this five times: “I am sir’s fucktoy”
“Yes Sir, I am Sir’s fucktoy.”
Mike Slapped the right breast while manipulating the left one viscously. “LOUDER FUCKTOY! LOUDER”
“YES SIR! Ahhhh I AM SIR’s FUCKTOY” Mike kept moving between slapping and manipulating her boobs.