by Lily Love
I nodded.
His hard dick slapped against my jaw.
“Training begins now, right Joanne?”
“Yes, Master.” I said quickly without hesitation.
“Stick out your tongue.”
I stuck out my tongue just as I felt his hard cock slide into my mouth. I had learned from a young age how to open my throat so that I wouldn’t gag. If I gagged without his permission, I would be punished.
His cock pressed deeper down my throat as I sat there in the chair. My hands gripped tightly onto the wood as I fought back the urge to gag.
“Good girl.” He said as he tapped on my head.
Master’s cock withdrew.
Stars swam in my vision as I struggled to breath. I did as mother told me. Count backwards from five. One breath at a time.
I composed myself and straightened my back.
His footsteps echoed in the small basement as I heard him pace around my chair. Master was deciding what to do next.
Every muscle in my body tensed as I heard the crack of a whip.
I couldn’t help but wince.
“Now comes a different kind of training.” Master said as he cracked the whip again.
“Yes, Master.”
My words came swiftly. Master should be happy.
The arc of pain across my back said differently. I dared not disobey and cry out.
Another crack of the whip. My full breasts would be sore after this training.
His warm breath on my neck was something I always looked forward to. “Do you enjoy our time together?”
My mind raced.
This was the first time Master had asked me this.
“Yes, Master. I do.”
The whip cracked again. It split across my exposed ass from the back of the chair.
Pain shot up my spine and caused my head to waiver for a moment.
I caught myself quickly and straightened.
“Good girl. You have done well.”
The words brought joy to my heart as I felt a tear run down my cheek.
Master had never done that before.
What would he say… or do?
I felt his finger run up my cheek.
“What’s this?” His words came out in confusion, or perhaps disbelief.
Complete silence ensued as I heard him pace the room slowly. I was sure he was contemplating his next course of action.
I suddenly realized I had not answered his question. Was it aimed at me?
“Master, forgive me. I accept punishment.” My words came slow and filled with remorse as I hung my head in shame.
He stopped. He had to have been angry.
I braced myself.
Nothing came.
“Stand.”
I stood with my arms behind my back.
“Bend over.”
I bent over, attempting to keep myself from falling over.
Master’s cock slid inside my opening. My body was made for him.
The furnace kicked off. I could only hear his grunting echoing off the walls as I leaned over the chair.
It felt good. In fact, it felt great.
I could feel my body responding to his dick inside me in ways I had never felt before.
Today seemed… different.
His hands grasped tightly onto my hips.
My body jerked forward in surprise.
Master never touched me before. He always did his business, then left. Today was different. Perhaps because today was my birthday. Today I turned 28.
I moaned softly as I felt a tingling sensation curl through my fingertips and down to my toes. Ripples of pleasure shot through my body.
He stopped his slow thrusting.
“What was that?”
I bit my lip. “Forgive me Master. You pleasure me so.”
Master gripped tighter onto my hips. His nails dug into my skin. I could feel a thin line of blood trickle down my leg.
He didn’t respond with words.
Master dug his nails in deeper, shooting pain down my legs as I felt his cock ram into my pussy with force.
His hips hammered into my ass as I felt one of his hands release from my hip.
Smack!
My ass tightened as I felt his hand run across my sore behind. I could still feel the burning sensation from when he whipped it.
Smack! This time harder.
Smack Smack!
His cock dug deep inside me as I felt his shaft tense.
Master was ready to release, but I dared not ask him for mine.
I felt him pull his dick out inch by inch.
He stopped for a moment, with his cock half inside me.
“You will cum for me today.” He said firmly.
“Yes, Master.” I replied, trying not to sound too eager. It had been a long time since he commanded for me to cum for him.
His cock slid back inside me.
I could already feel my body accepting the realization it would soon be writhing in orgasmic pleasure.
Master’s cock hardened once again as he pressed deeper.
I felt his hand slide down in front of me and between my legs while his other held onto my wrist bindings.
His fingers found my spot.
Immediately my knees started to buckle. Focusing hard, I kept them locked into place as I felt him thrust inside.
My opening was wet and screaming for more. The only way I could cum was when Master was rough, and he knew that.
“You may cum when you are ready.”
I felt his hand release off the bindings and grab onto my hair. My neck was jerked back as I felt his fingers pinch my clit.
Pain shot through my body and mixed with the overwhelmingly intense pleasure emanating from each of his long and powerful thrusts.
My pussy tightened in anticipation.
Master’s cock tightened as well.
I opened my mouth to scream, but no words came out. My walls clenched tightly onto his cock as the rest of my body shuddered in pure orgasmic pleasure. The black dots returned as I wavered for a moment then fell to the floor.
Darkness ensued.
CHAPTER TWO: INTO THE DARKNESS
My eyes opened.
I looked around. Other than the dim light above, it was dark.
Silence.
Master was gone, as was the blindfold and bindings around my wrists.
I ran my fingers over my hips. They were sore, as was my rear, wrists, pussy… everything. Everything was sore.
I cursed under my breath. I failed him. He would surely be pissed.
The small cellar window was dark.
Sounds of rain hitting the window calmed my mind and body as I curled up on the small cot next to the furnace. It was the warmest place in the cool damp cellar.
My eyes closed. Sleep would be best. Tomorrow I would feel refreshed.
Something smelled amazing.
I jolted awake. No way could I sleep with an empty stomach, and that wonderful aroma wafting around me.
Footsteps above.
The light flickered.
I felt my heart skip a beat as a chill ran through my body. Was this his new training regime? To torture me with these smells?
My mouth watered as I heard the door creak open.
Footsteps.
I swung my feet over the side of the bed and looked down at the floor waiting to be called upon.
“Joanne.”
“Yes, Master?”
“Come, eat.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him place the tray on the floor. He sat on the bottom step and watched me.
I stood and sulked over to the tray.
He usually set the food down and left.
Today, yet again, was different.
“I wish to speak to you openly. I don’t want to hear ‘Yes, Master’ alright?”
His words were almost… kind. Perhaps this was another test of his.
“Yes, Ma—”
I caught myself mid-sentence.
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br /> “What do you want to speak to me about?” I said as I picked up the tray held it in my hands.
I dared not look into his eyes. Yet another thing I learned when I was young.
“Your mother. She passed away today.”
The aroma was too intense. I had to at least nibble.
I picked up a small piece of bread off the tray and sat down with my legs crossed.
“I did not know my mother, Master.”
“She was a kind woman, I knew her well, but she had a mental illness and couldn’t care for you.”
This was the first time I’ve ever heard of him speaking to me about my mother.
I was in shock he was even speaking to me at all.
At this time of night he usually had a leather collar around my neck while he walked me around the neighborhood on a leash. Most nights I had a mask covering my eyes.
I nodded as I half listened. The food was too enticing.
He continued. “I told your mother I would care for you until she was better, but now that she is gone, I’m stuck with a decision to make.”
“What is your decision Master?”
“Well, what I’m getting at is that now that you have no home, I wish for you to stay with me forever.”
A chill ran down my spine. I somehow thought I would always be here in this cellar forever. It was my home. It never occurred to me that I could live without him.
“Is this decision yours or mine?”
My eyes connected with his for a brief moment as I watched him shift positions on the stair. They were deep in thought. He was having a difficult time talking about this subject. Master was never like this. Surely, this decision was his to make.
“I want your opinion. You are your own person. So tell me Joanna, do you wish to stay or leave?”
My mouth opened. I knew the answer. I always knew it.
“I wa—”
Master cut me off quickly, “If you choose to stay with me,” —His voice went dark as he continued,— “I will be claiming you as my own in a final test.”
I looked up at him.
I knew I shouldn’t have, but I did.
Our eyes connected.
Without a doubt, I knew exactly what he meant, but I wanted to hear it from him.
“I will give you a child. Then you will be bound to me by blood. I will forever be your master, and you my little Joanne.”
Master stood up and kept his gaze locked with mine.
“Consider your options tonight, for tomorrow, we will be consummate our decision.”
I heard the front door open upstairs.
He looked at me and quickly rushed towards the door.
I watched him leave as the footsteps above came closer.
The light flickered above me as the door shut.
“Welcome home,” Master said as I listened intently.
Would he tell her?
“What were you doing?” I heard the woman say bluntly.
He replied quickly, “Just cleaning up the basement. It helps me cool down, you know that.”
The conversation faded quickly as I heard them walk up the stairs towards the second floor.
Then silence.
I finished the tray of food and set it at the top of the stairs, contemplating my decision. There wasn’t that much to think about. Master or no Master. It was by far the easiest question I’ve ever been asked.
My head hit the pillow as I closed my eyes, thinking about him. I couldn’t just walk away. No. The answer is right in front of me.
I felt myself drift into the darkness that surrounded me just as I heard something that I had never heard only once before.
A gunshot.
CHAPTER THREE: REPERCUSSIONS
I sat on the edge of my bed staring at the door.
It had been dead silent for at least an hour before the light flickered. He came.
His voice was on edge. “Joanne. Remember that decision I asked of you earlier?”
“Yes, Master. I do.”
“Hold off on that. We need to get the hell out of here. I fucked up.”
He did kill her. He killed his wife.
“Yes, Master.” I said firmly.
Richard threw a dress down the stairs. I snatched quickly and pulled it over my head.
“Let’s go. We need to hurry.”
I glanced around the room before rushing up the stairs. I knew I wouldn’t be back.
Richard was wearing a brown sweater and jeans. In one hand was a large duffle bag, and in the other a backpack. For the first time, I caught a glance of his face in the light.
He was an attractive man. I hadn’t seen many men before, only the odd man every now and then late at night when we were walking, but even then, it was dark.
Richard was well built. I could tell by his thick muscular arms under the sweater. I had been on the receiving end of those arms more than I could count… and I wouldn’t take any of those times back. It was who he was. Who I was. Who we were.
He swung the door open and ran down the steps.
The neighborhood he lived in was sparse. Houses were few and far in between.
Richard opened the back of his SUV and threw the bags in. “Get in the front,” he said as he looked around the side of the car.
“Yes, Master.” I said as I opened the door and jumped in.
The leather on the seats reminded me of the slick black leather he had around my neck just the other night. Would I ever feel that again?
My hand reached up and slid across my neck as I reminisced the past.
Surely our life would continue elsewhere.
The engine roared to life as my body was jerked forward. We flew out of the driveway faster than the crack of his whip.
Richard focused on the road. I was silent.
My hands folded across my lap as I sat there staring out the window.
“Get my bag,” Richard said as I looked over at his hands. His knuckles were white.
I climbed into the back seat and saw the two bags.
“Which one?”
The car swerved. My body was thrown to the side of the car as I glanced out the window. A small truck flew off the side of the road into the night.
“Shit. I don’t know. Look inside the duffle bag. Tell me what you see.”
I unzipped the long leather bag. It contained leather straps, whips, anal beads, butt plugs, nipple clamps and much more. “I see long black leather stra—”
He cut me off. “No, the other bag.”
I zipped up the first bag and unbuttoned the backpack.
“Grab me that small black box. It’s a GPS.”
I picked it up and handed it to him then sat back in my seat.
Richard pressed a button and it lit up. A few more buttons and it appeared to be giving us directions somewhere.
“Two hours. Get some sleep.”
I curled up on the warm seat and closed my eyes.
A loud noise awoke me.
I jolted awake, looking around.
Richard looked over at me with a stern glare, “Keep calm. Don’t speak.”
I nodded.
The car pulled to a stop on the side of the road.
Richard looked pale.
“Stuff this under your shirt. Quickly now.”
He reached down and grabbed a jacket off the floor and handed it to me.
I bunched it up and put it under my dress.
Not a moment later a man walked up next to our car. He was dressed in an odd black jacket. “Sir. Do you know how fast you were going?”
He clicked on his flashlight and shone it at my eyes. I held up my hand to block the intensity.
Richard spoke calmly, “I’m sorry officer. My wife… she’s pregnant and I’m trying to get her to the hospital.”
The man pointed his light down to my stomach, then back up at my face. “Is this true ma’am?”
I looked at Richard then back to the man outside.
“Yes.” I said firmly. If there was o
ne thing I was good at, it was lying. I could suppress my emotions and say or do anything.
“Get on your way then! Get out of here. The hospital is just up the road a few miles on the left.”
The man walked away.
Richard kept his eyes on the road as we sped out into the night. “Good job.”
I looked at him and nodded. “Yes, Master.”
We drove for what seemed like forever. Not a word was spoken until light peaked on the horizon in front of us. I could finally see.
Trees flew by our car. Massive fields of yellow flowers as far as I could see.
The glass on my side of the car slid down just a bit. I felt the wind on my face.
I realized I was happy.
Richard looked over at me. His face was filled with warmth. I had never seen that face before. It scared me.
I sunk back down in my chair and curled up as my stomach growled.
His face turned cold and stern. “You shouldn’t look outside. The world is filled with evil. Such things aren’t something you want to experience.”
“Yes, Master.” I replied, uncertain of the meaning behind his words.
The car slowed and pulled off the road to a small building. “Ameya Hotel.”
“Wait here.” Richard said as the car stopped in front of the building.
I nodded and waited for him.
Before long he came back holding something in his hands. I looked down at it.
“Keys. Let’s go get some food and rest.”
CHAPTER FOUR: LIGHTS IN THE NIGHT
I sat on the small chair next to the window. I could tell he was watching me.
The sun began to set, casting long rays of light through the window. When the sun set, the darkness came, and the light went off.
I knew what happened next.
Master stood up and walked over to his leather bag as the sun disappeared beyond the horizon. The room was quiet other than the odd occasional siren in the distance.
“Joanne. Bend over the bed.” He said firmly.
“Yes, Master.”
I bent over the bed and prepared for the inevitable blow.
“You’ve done well today, but you still have a lot to learn.” His voice was cold, stern.
I heard the bag unzip followed by his heavy footsteps toward the bed.
“Pull up your dress.”
With one hand wrapped around the blanket, I reached back with the other and pulled my dress up over my bare naked rear.
Whack!