Captive

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Her mind reeled back to several months ago when she had her previous slave bonded in her basement, that one wasn’t nearly as submissive and caused so much trouble that she had to sew his mouth shut and brainwash him totally before setting him free. She wondered if this particular slave would try to escape from her clutches, no…she finally figured. He seems to really be getting into this. Maybe I could play with him a little while longer and see how much he can hold out before he releases himself. Not to worry she again thought, he seems like he’s not only built to perform and maybe more than once, but he’s also very compliant and willing at this point to let me have my way with him totally. Good…he’s turning out to be a totally perfect submissive so far.

Suddenly breaking out of her reverie she abruptly stopped bathing him momentarily to fix her eyes on his member which had begun to swell up again from the heat of the water. She then reached out and touched her slave’s astonished face as she ran one finger down his smooth cheek and over his full sensuous lips which had opened slightly with surprise. Then down his strong neck and over his collarbone and lingered shortly, enjoying the look on his face. Continuing tracing his features and structure of his fine body she ran her finger down the center of his chest slowly and deliberately as to keep him hardened yet in his place. He groaned quietly as she went on running her finger up and down his chest which was smooth to the touch. Oh God, I wish she’d go lower, his mind screamed with pleasure. But for now she ran her long lacquered fingernail down to his taut stomach and again lingered for a few moments, relishing his enjoyment. “Ooooohh please don’t stop,” he whispered as she ran her fingernails up and down his length, teasing and torturing him almost to the point of no return, but she stopped and and wrapped her hand around him once again and squeezed gently then roughly. She almost had the urge to take him in her mouth, but stopped herself from such thoughts. No, it would be better to keep him unbalanced, keep him on his toes and just have my way with him when I’m good and ready, she figured.

Back and forth, back and forth went her long shiny black fingernails up and down his engorged member, growing bigger and harder with each gentle yet firm glide. Once again she absentmindedly stroked him while wondering why he was being so submissive to her. Maybe the drug she slipped him last night didn’t completely wear off. In any case she decided that bath time was over and pulled her hand away from his throbbing erection.
“Do you need to use the facilities?” she asked him. He nodded his head, unable to speak as he tried to scramble his thoughts together. He wondered why she teased him so relentlessly as she helped him out of the tub and drying him off with a soft blue towel. When she was done she directed him to the commode and averted her eyes as he relieved himself.

“Thanks,” he said gratefully as she led him away from the toilet and out of the bathroom back into his makeshift prison where she helped him back onto the bed and handcuffed one wrist to the bedpost.
“Good, now I’ll be right back with some food for you,” she said while contemplating his condition. She left the room and was gone for about ten minutes as he lay there his mind swirling with racing thoughts. What is with her shift of mood, he wondered. Maybe she is chemically unbalanced, or maybe is just taking her frustrations out on me because she’s been hurt in the past, he didn‘t know. His head hurt with hunger and thirst, and he wasn’t sure how long he’d go without passing out. But those thoughts didn’t take away the fact he was aroused and ready.

She came back into the room with a tray holding a plate of scrambled eggs and a tall glass of orange juice. “This will keep your strength up…for later,” she said matter of factly as she placed the tray on his stomach and handing him a fork then taking her place sitting on the chair by the door.
He stared at the tray wondering if by chance she decided to poison him and maybe kill him and dispose of his body. His imagination was running away with him and he knew it. Obviously she wouldn’t do that, considering she was intent on using his body for her own amusement and enjoyment.

“It’s just eggs and orange juice, it’s not poison,” she scolded. “Just eat it before it gets cold, and you’ll feel better…maybe,” she added.
He picked up the fork and dug into his eggs, the feeling of real food in his mouth awoke his taste buds and his stomach clamored for more. He sipped the orange juice, apprehensive of it at first then drank the glass straight down feeling it slide down his throat like some magical elixir. With his free hand, he ate and drank while his other wrist was cuffed to the bedpost.
When she saw he was finished she rose from her chair and walked over to him and taking the tray from him and then handcuffing his other wrist. He looked up at her gratefully and she then left the room to dispose of the dirty dishes. She returned this time with her strap just in case he decided to get smart and try to uncuff himself from the bed.

His eyes riveted to her choice of punishment for him, and it gave him a start…and an erection which he couldn’t exactly conceal.
“I see that little snack gave you helped quite a bit,” she smiled while taking note of his enlarged tool. “Maybe it’s time to play again, are you going to play nice for your Mistress?” she asked wickedly, expecting him to obey every command she made.
“Yes, I don’t have a choice in the matter, do I,” he challenged softly, the words escaping his lips before he could stop himself, afraid she may lash out again with her trusty black strap.
“Oh you have a choice, yes, but I don’t recommend you getting smart with me, otherwise you will feel the kiss of my whip,” she answered as she glanced down at his nicely sculpted body, feeling herself moisten at the thought of using him.
“If you don’t play nice, then your Mistress will have a field day with you,” she then said sweetly with a derisive smile.

I wouldn’t want that to happen, he thought. Or do I? At this point, he didn’t care if she beat him senseless, all he wanted to feel was her soft warm sex enclosing around his throbbing hard on and ride him until he felt her hot wetness surrounding his tool.
She reached inside her bag of tricks and produced a long hard plastic stick with a bright red feather attached to the end. Eyeing it suspiciously, he just lay back and wondered what she planned on doing with her new weapon of choice. She stared at it wondering what else could she possibly do to him now that he was very obedient. Maybe she wouldn’t have to punish him anymore than she already had, but of course she would if he decided to grow a spine.

But for now she decided to torture him nicely…if there was such a way. Walking over to him her eyes full of delight she took the stick and ran the feather down his face brushing his long dark blond hair away from his chiseled face which she also noticed was smooth and clean shaven. The feather tickled his cheek and he had the urge to scratch himself had he not been cuffed again to the post. She ran it down his cheek and then softly down his neck, and again down his collarbone lingering it there.

“Mmmmmmmm,” he groaned while enjoying this method of torture. He figured this will definitely keep him aroused and ready for her. Never in his whole adult life he’s experienced this kind of pleasure and he was loving every minute of it. His member swelled up to decent size once again as she lowered the feather down his chest across his nipples, which now tingled excitedly. Back and forth, up and down went the soft tickling red feather she maneuvered across his torso, exciting herself also. She had to restrain herself from jumping on top of that sexy body and impaling her wet pussy onto that strong hard tool. But first things first, she thought as she continued to run the feather down further to his hard stomach, and lower regions.

Suddenly, she had a wicked idea….an idea to keep him on his toes (or on his back to be exact). She ran the feather up and down his long member while watching it grow and pulse with each stroke of the soft sensation of the feather. She continued this for a couple more strokes then replaced her device with the strap.

WHACK!! Down went the whip across his chest. He yelped in shock as the pain lashed through his body from sting of her strap. Biting his lip, all he could do was lay there helplessly as she punished him for his enjoyment. The pain seared through him once again only this time on his chest and stomach, but to his relief not to his erection which had swelled with each lash.
She decided to keep up the game and alternate using the strap and then the feather which would inflict pleasure and softness as well as pain from the strap. Switching tactics, she took the feather and swished it across his chest which had begun to grow red from the heat of the beating.

“You like that don’t you, my little pet,” she murmured with a hint of a growl in her soft voice. “Is this what you want, to feel the sting of my whip? Yes…you do want it, don’t tell me differently,” she whispered as she continued her assault on him.
She whipped him again with the strap against his chest, then had another idea. Reaching into her black goodie bag she found a silken black eye mask which she usually kept on hand whenever she didn’t want her slaves to see what she was doing to them. She pulled the eye mask over his head careful not to pull his hair and lowered it over his beautiful eyes.

Standing there planning her next move she was almost beside herself with arousal. I could fuck him silly right now and he’d be totally helpless, she thought with a smile. But she waved that idea away as she picked up her strap and brought it down sharply against his stomach, and then on his upper thigh, making his skin burn with pain. He couldn’t see what she was up to but felt every sharp lash biting into his flesh. All he could do was take punishment for some unseen sin. He grunted with each snap, getting even more turned on by this woman abusing him relentlessly.

SNAP SNAP SNAP, went the strap against his bare skin now reddening with angry looking red stripes. Swish, swish swish went the feather comforting each welt covering his chest. He groaned while not being able to see what was going on but feeling each assault then gentle tickle of the feather kissing his wounds.

She couldn’t control herself anymore. Keeping him blindfolded she quietly walked over as so not to let him know how close she was to him. For a few moments she stood and stared at his supine form lying on her bed with his maleness poking straight up waiting to be used like some sort of depraved sex toy. Well, she thought. That’s exactly what he is….my own private sex toy, my own sort of blow up doll. She laughed quietly to herself thinking of all the dirty things she wanted to do to him ever since laying eyes on him at the bar the previous night.

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Seeing him in this state made her remember all her other slaves she kept chained and blindfolded in her basement. They didn’t behave themselves at all and she had to keep them in line by either whipping the skin off their backs or screaming abusive words to make them suffer for whatever sins they may have committed in front of her. One particular slave made her so angry that she had to hurt him severely to make him understand that he wasn’t the one in charge here. The slave who she called “L” had tried to escape and she had to wrap duct tape around his wrists and ankles to insure that he wasn’t going to break the chains holding him against the basement wall. She also had to gag him with tape covering his mouth so he couldn’t yell out from the humiliation as she raped him with the end of her favorite weapon of choice: her black strap….

She shook the memory out of her mind as she bore her eyes into his covered ones, trying to see into his soul and figure out what was going through his mind. Now it was time for the fun to start, she giggled at the thought of all she had done to him already. She leaned forward and lowered her head to his hardness letting her long auburn hair brush lightly against his stomach. With a flick of her tongue she licked up starting at his balls and all the way up to the tip of his shaft. “Ohhhhh my God,” he breathed in a low husky voice as she licked her way up and down like it was a delicious ice cream cone she was devouring. She then took his entire length into her mouth like a sex starved woman. Sucking him slowly, taking him deeper into her mouth and harder, he was groaning with obvious enjoyment. On and on she deep throated him while moaning with her own pleasure making her mouth vibrate around him.

He lie there while this beautiful lady gave him the best blow job he’s ever had, and he was sure he was going to shoot in her mouth which of course would have to wait until she let him. Drops of pre cum oozed out of him as she kept sucking and licking and using her free hand massaging his balls making him raise his hips off the bed and pushing himself deeper into her mouth almost making her choke on his massive hard on.

When she felt her pet was getting close to his orgasm she slowed down and then stopped completely. She climbed on top of him and straddled his hard body but decided at the last minute that since he did such a good job eating her shaved pussy, he should be rewarded with another round again. Leaning forward she kept the blindfold on his eyes while she pressed her lips to his ear and whispered to him, “You want me to sit on your face again, my pet slave? Want me to cum on your mouth again, don’t you?
“Please do, my Mistress, make me yours, I deserve to have my tongue up your sweet hole,” he murmured while straining against her voluptuous body.
“Ask nicely and you shall receive,” she breathed in his ear, flicking her tongue against his lobe. Pressing her full luscious lips against his cheek she slowly sat up and pushed her wetness onto his waiting mouth. His tongue felt so hot and wet jetting against her moist mound as her hands drifted down to her 34D bosom and pinched her nipples making her cry out in delight. Her clit was throbbing from each lick as he happily lapped up her cum like a kitten lapping up a bowl of cream. “Ooooh yes, yes…lick me good my pet, make your Mistress cum hard all over your face,” she panted as her orgasm rocked her body like there was no tomorrow, flooding his mouth with her cream.