I closed my eyes, expecting to get another punishment for my hysterical outburst. The greatest humiliation to me was crying in front of someone and admitting my weaknesses, but my tears wouldn't stop and disgraceful hiccups ripped my lungs to pieces.
Thomas put his finger under my chin and raised it so I had to face him. His expression was so filled with compassion and understanding, it was unbearable. He kissed me slowly, my lips, chin, and cheeks, as his thumbs rubbed my shoulders in slow, circular movements. My messed up state – the tears, the ruined makeup and the snot – didn't disgust him.
Thomas wiped my face with the edge of his discarded shirt and kissed me again.
“You're wrong. You're much stronger than you give yourself credit for, Lina. I know who you really are. You don't need addictions to face the day. You're capable of handling your habits.” He pressed his lips to my forehead and held me until my sobbing subsided. Then, in his typical fashion, Thomas changed his tactics. My shoulders shivered in discomfort when he grabbed the cane again. Instead of hitting me, though, he rubbed the smooth edge of it against my pussy. I was still wet and horny, in spite of the intense emotions, maybe even because of them. “And I'm more than capable of taking care of you, pet.”
It took me a few minutes to calm down as much as I could. Thomas held me but didn't make any attempts to remove the restraints. My emotional pain had subsided but the physical sensations were burning white hot all over my skin. The welts were pulsing as if the cane was still making contact with my tender ass. I was terrified by how easy it was to embrace the torment, how I adjusted to the pain, how I’d started to grow to love the safety of the rope.
Thomas interrupted my train of thought by sliding his fingers into my lubed asshole. It wasn't as uncomfortable as before, but the anxiety resurfaced even in my strangely serene state. He wiggled his finger, searching for the sensitive shortcuts that would make me go wild. A moan tore from my lips.
“So, Lina...” His entire digit sank into my tight ass and worked to widen it. Mortification was stirring the messed-up cocktail of my emotions. So disgusting, so primal... but the sheer intimacy of the act was delicious and made me crave him so much more.
If only it wasn't so difficult to say it.
Thomas kissed my neck and asked his next question casually, just like a therapist would ask his patient.
“What is your issue with anal sex?” He pulled his fingers out of my asshole. Just when I thought he'd take mercy and spare me any further humiliation, the sound of him spitting deprived me of my hopes. I had no chance of looking back to see what he was doing, so when Thomas shoved two fingers past my slippery hole in one swift movement, my loud cry of pleasure came completely naturally. I wasn’t able to control myself, just like I hadn’t been able to stop the tears earlier. He used my moment of abandon to pick up the pace of his thrusts. Once my muscles began to loosen, Thomas went on fucking it aggressively, not giving me any chance to adjust. It was rough, vicious.
“I... What are you talking about? I’ve got no problems with anal–” This was the wrong answer since it earned me another rough smack on the left butt cheek. His teeth sank into my neckline, leaving a stinging mark.
“I told you I wouldn't tolerate dishonesty. How much more trouble do you want to get into during your first time?”
“What makes you think I'm lying?” I croaked and rested against the restraints. My forearms would be killing me for the next few days... amongst other things.
“Whenever I play with your ass you get excited... and even wetter.” Thomas put emphasis on his words by fingering it even harder and rubbing my drenched pussy lips with his free hand. “But your whole body tenses up and you get such a tortured look on your face.” He pulled my hair back so I was forced to face him. I couldn’t look away. “Just like now. I think you enjoy it but you believe you shouldn't. You're so strained when you channel your entire energy to resist and defy your needs. It's a horrible waste of resources, Lina.” The young man spat on his fingers again and stretched my already gaping hole by adding a third. The shame wasn't strong enough to beat the sheer elation mingled with the hurt of the clamps and the guilty pleasure of humiliation. I shuddered as I heard myself howling like a common whore being fucked in a back alley. “Just like now. I can tell you love it and you want more than my fingers in your ass. Come on, pet. Spit it out.”
“N-no.”
“No to what? What are you afraid of? Do you think you'll get addicted to it, that you'll love it too much? Or is it some feminist inhibition?” He continued to whisper dirty words in my ear. “You're so fucking wet right now, I bet you'd flood the room. You’d squirt all over if I fucked your ass, if I stretched it with my cock. Come on, pet, admit you crave it.”
“It's so embarrassing...” I had no idea where I got the strength to fight back, especially when he was right about everything.
“Get over your mortification, little one.” He caressed my face again and jerked a tress of my hair so hard some fresh tears ran down my cheeks. “It's crucial for you to let me know about everything that troubles you or the therapy will never work.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. How much worse could it possibly get? He had all the trump cards. It would be a bad idea to hand him one more, but at this point, any attempt to act like a shy, squirming maiden would be beyond ridiculous.
“A few years ago...” I uttered, practically whispering.
“Look at me while you're talking, Lina. Speak louder. I can barely catch what you're saying.” Thomas slapped my face gently, tapping the pillows of his fingers against my cheek. “Breathe, pet. It's okay. You’re safe.”
My eyelids fluttered open. It took me a few seconds of blinking to focus on his face. After a deep inhale, my strong, steady voice filled the dungeon.
“I had this lover a few years ago.” The memory of that period of my life, and the insane, wanton pleasure I'd experienced, filled my mind. Of course, it always went hand in hand with a burning taste of degradation. “He was the first and only man who ever fucked my ass. It took him a long time to persuade me. Finally, I agreed with great reluctance...” I still couldn't believe how I’d been talked into it. Just like now with Thomas. “He was a master of anal sex. The things he did to my body...” Thomas didn't look too pleased with my shameful little tale. His jaw clenched and the expression on his face grew darker the more details I revealed. Oh well, he asked for it. “He fucked me so well and gave me so many orgasms, I literally soaked his sheets, but when we both calmed down, during the afterglow, he just got nasty. He called me a pathetic anal slut and said I was no different to any other common whore. The worst part was...” This was the hardest part to confess. I hesitated a moment before saying it out loud. “I didn't immediately leave in spite of all his painful words. I went back to him for more. I lied to myself, fooling myself into believing he was calling me 'whore' to simply spice things up. I hoped he didn’t really mean it or want to harm me.”
Thomas nodded in understanding and let go of my hair. He stood in front of me, clearly hesitant to know more. Finally, he sighed and crossed his arms.
“He took pleasure in degrading you by using your body’s reactions.”
It was so typical of Thomas to summarize in a few words what I could have spent hours talking about. I hurried to finish my confession before the shame had a chance kick in.
“He started treating me like a fuck toy and became verbally abusive at all times. Dirty words do turn me on,” I admitted shyly, “but he went out of his way to hurt me emotionally by saying I was only useful for my holes, that I was a dumb cunt. In the end, I couldn't take it anymore.” I swallowed with great effort. “He came all over my face and made me stay like that until his sperm dried.” The thought of how much I adored those acts of humiliation made my entire body burn. “Then he wrote 'anal pig' on my forehead as well as 'useless cum dumpster'. He made me watch myself in the mirror while he fucked my ass. I... I was stupid horny and came a few times.” The confusin
g memories triggered the sense of guilt I'd kept hidden in my subconscious. I looked down, feeling as small and useless as I had during those dark hours of depravity.
Thomas reached out to cup my chin and stared at me. My skin was probably shining with tears.
“This might be the biggest surprise of the evening. What did you do then?”
“I realized it was an unhealthy relationship and in time, he'd completely destroy my self-respect.” I blinked a few tears away. “I took a shower, let it all go down the drain, and then kicked him to the curb.” Thomas's eyes didn't give away any of his emotions or thoughts as I gave the last details. “Even though I'd only gone back to him twice after he fucked my ass for the first time and started abusing me, it was still two times too many.”
Had I expected Thomas to be angry or disgusted? That he’d feel like he was wasting time on me when I was already damaged goods? Probably. But I never dreamed he would burst into sardonic laughter. It killed any shame still lingering in my mind and replacing it with wrath. How dared he?
“Whore, you say? Anal slut? You still have a lot to prove, pet. I'm not sure you’ve shown me what a slut you can be.”
“You fucking bastard!” I hissed and clenched my fists, trying to stretch the tight ropes. My breasts were heaving up and down, my breathing erratic. The tight muscles of my calves and arms hurt as if set on fire but I couldn't move. The knots allowed me to move a little but were too well tied for anything more. Any thought of escape was unthinkable. It didn't relieve me of the anger. The fact he was still laughing at me made it worse. “You made me open up to you and now you're laughing? Fuck you, Thomas!”
He chuckled and reached out to grab me by the chin again. I made an attempt to move my head aside but his movements were much quicker.
“My, what language.” His green eyes sparkled with amusement. “I guess I should punish you for your potty mouth, but you’re adorable when you curse. I’m afraid your list of offences grows, Miss Riley. This evening you told me about two of your lovers. Both of them sound like they were unworthy to even touch your feet, and you actually let those imbeciles fuck you?” Thomas tutted and slapped my cheek gently. “I'm very disappointed. Listen now...” His tone grew serious as his palm wrapped around my jaw. Thomas pulled the string of the nipple clamps and another strong pang of pain ran through my fleshy breasts. “Your anal master was an idiot with a chip on his shoulder who hadn't realized what a precious gift he could have. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Well, except for your choice of partners. He was the one who had no idea how to earn your submission and turned instead to good ol’ abuse.” His lips brushed briefly against mine and his whisper made me tingle in pleasure. “By the way, if I ever call you 'slut', it will be a huge compliment and you should feel proud.”
Without saying anything more, Thomas ran his tongue down my collarbone and slid his fingers up my sore arms. I enjoyed the sensation of being helpless but it was straining to be kept in this position, so I sighed with relief when he started untying the complicated knots and released me. The rough red marks were etched across my wrists and ached. Thomas began to massage them slowly and placed another gentle kiss on my mouth.
I nearly groaned in frustration. Did he plan not to allow me to cum?
“However, you just squeezed your hands again.” He chuckled and took a step back from me. “On your knees, pet.” There was no need for much persuasion. My knees had turned to jelly from the moment he landed the first caning strike. “Mmm...” Thomas uttered with satisfaction as I tumbled down. The rough concrete of the floor scratched my skin. “You look so good, like a defeated maiden. Now...” He picked up the stubbed cigarette from the ashtray on the floor and lit it again. I never believed I'd feel it but the moment I saw the small tobacco stick, my stomach churned with mild revulsion. It didn't last too long, but there was none of my earlier urgency to indulge in it. “You'll smoke that cigarette. I want you to stare at the tip and fully concentrate on the smoke as it goes inside you. Can you do that?”
“Y-yes...” My reluctance made him smile and he placed the cigarette in my open mouth. I pulled the smoke in without enthusiasm, trying to focus entirely on the physical sensation. There was no time to ponder why Thomas was allowing me to give in to the habit he despised so much. The memory of the first cane strike resurfaced when I felt the nasty taste fill my mouth. There was none of the peace and comfort, which had always gone hand-in-hand with the act of smoking.
A cough shattered my lungs when Thomas ripped the cigarette from my mouth. He threw it on the ground and crushed it under his foot. I'd been so focused on the flame and smoke I hadn't caught the sound of a zipper being pulled down. The next thing I knew, Thomas rubbed his cock against my partly opened lips as he grabbed me by the hair. He was holding his painfully throbbing shaft by the base, its transparent precum oozing onto my tongue. When I made an attempt to lick the tip and show him the best of my skills, Thomas rammed his entire length directly down my throat.
“Like I said, you need to prove you're a slut, Lina. This craving to put things in your mouth is curious. Next time you need to insert a phallic object between your lips, you may suck my cock. Trust me, I'll never say no.” His grin grew even wider. “Besides, your dirty mouth needs to be punished.”
Thomas grabbed my head on both sides with his strong palms. He started fucking my mouth in savage thrusts with a wicked gleam in his eyes. His full, pulsing cock head reached the back of my throat and a pair of heavy balls pounded against my chin, leaving more marks. My gagging filled the room as I tried to handle his massive penis, slobbering all over it to make it fit my throat. Never had it occurred to me that Thomas would be so well-endowed, and now he was taking his revenge on my defenseless throat. For the first time, his natural dominance subsided at the pleasure I was giving him with my wet lips. His moans matched the intensity of my choking sounds as he suffocated me with his cock. Even then, though, his grasp on my flowing hair didn't loosen for a second. Thomas gyrated his hips, fucking my throat as deeply as he could. Time and time again, he'd pull out so I could catch my breath. The frothy saliva streamed down my chin and chest. Tears of effort mixed with spit and precum but I ignored them. The need to prove myself to Thomas and show him how good I really could be moved to the top of my priorities. During one of the pauses when he released my throat, I pounced and ran my tongue up his entire length, licking it eagerly, tracing the tip of my tongue against his throbbing veins. I ran my lips down his entire length. I sucked him deep, lubing the rock hard penis with my warm, wet mouth.
Thomas was staring at me with glazed eyes, still with his hands in my hair. He allowed me to move on my own and lather his skin, to worship his cock. The bliss of my expert blow-job softened his facial features.
“That's my good girl,” he whispered and stroked my smudged cheek. “You're amazing at this. I'm tempted to bind you to my bed and have you service my cock whenever I see fit.” The thought of being his cock-sucking slave was infuriating and yet a part of me tingled at the thought.
Thomas pulled out and slapped my face with his fat shaft. He was rubbing the mixed fluids of his precum and my profusely dripping spit. He held himself and pressed the oozing tip against my cheek, tracing my facial features with it. I'd completely given up on worrying whether his actions degraded me.
“Will you be my good pet, Lina?” he uttered in a desperate, husky voice, the first time I’d caught any nervousness in his eyes during the evening. The summit of his thick cock was palpitating like a heart at the entrance of my wet lips. “Will you submit to me and allow me to change you?”
Saying no would have meant an end to everything. His sexual domination was way too delicious to give up, but how far would he take my transformation if I agreed? I kissed his purple head and whispered in a seductive voice, hoping to earn some time.
“I'll... I'll try, Thomas, but please, let me cum. I’m begging you.”
“All in due time, Lina.” He prodded my mouth again. “Suck me now. Show me
how much you love serving. There is no need to deny it.” I blew warm air on his tip and swirled my tongue around it while Thomas stared at me hungrily. “You've been such a good girl, even if I had to constantly put you in line. You're lucky I like my subs bratty and sassy. A stricter Master wouldn't have let you get away with so much. Still... you earned your reward, my pet.”
Thomas pulled his cock out of my mouth and reached around to smack my ass again.
“Do you enjoy pain, Lina? Do you get you wet when I hurt you?” As if he didn't know already. My nipples were almost numb and adjusted to the weight of the metal on them. His question was followed by a series of soft smacks on my ass that made me wince and arch my neck with delight.
“I love it when you spank me...” My eyes narrowed into half slits and I writhed like a snake, amazed at how sensitive I was. I hadn't thought I could get any wetter. “The clamps feel good, but the cane was too much.”
Thomas chuckled and reached out to the metal device attached to my breasts.
“It was meant to be too much, pet. How would you learn discipline if I gave you only sensations you enjoyed?” He pulled the chain one more time, like a cat toying with a string. “Caning can be a rather sensual experience, though. If you're a good girl I'll show you someday. Now, let's see how much more pain you can endure. I'm far from finished with you.”
This guy didn't believe in easing people into the experience, but as overwhelmed as I was, I'd simply die if he stopped now. The sweat was coating me like a shining second skin. I was burning with the need to find relief. That was the moment Thomas began to unscrew the clamp from my left nipple. As soon as the restrained blood pumped back into my heaving breast, I screamed at the top of my lungs. The tender flesh of my nipples felt as if someone had been twisting and fondling them for hours. The acute pain poured into me like a powerful drug. How could such torment bring me so much unexpected pleasure? Thomas caressed the aching bud of my breast. The erotic impulse of the simple motion went straight to my brain and was almost enough to make me cum. My blood circulation was slowly coming back to normal but I kept writhing, caught between the intense ache and heightened, twisted pleasure.
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