BlushMaker

The Basement

Her cunt was laid bare, he had made sure of that. Just this morning he had gently bathed her as she sat in the tub, told not to do anything unless told. He alternately washed every inch of her skin and then poured warm water over her soapy body, rinsing her clean, leaving her feeling soft and warm. The thing she remembered most was when he told her to raise her arms, one at a time so he could wash there. The feeling of his hands and the soap and the sponge on her tender underarms and the parts of her that were rarely touched stuck in her mind, how it had tickled and tingled, how he had paid so much attention to detail, making sure to clean every single pore of her skin.

When he finished, he had her stand and toweled her dry, leading her to the bedroom. There, he laid her naked body on the bed on her back on the towel and went back to the bathroom. Lying there, she wondered what he was doing, and found herself getting nervous and a little excited, but soon he was back and to her relief (or perhaps she had wanted more, who knew, she had become such a whore under Him) he came back with a washbasin, a can of shaving cream, a wet washcloth, and a straight razor.

The razor made her a little nervous. She was used to disposables, nothing like this. The blade was several inches long, gleaming, silver, and she knew, sharp as possible. Master wouldn't tolerate less.

He sat between her slightly spread legs and simply said, "spread". She moved quickly, spreading her legs a little too much she thought, a little too eagerly. But then, that was what Master liked when she fully submitted, an eager, bushy tailed, wide-eyed slave, and that is what she was even now. She heard the hiss of the can and soon his hands were on the mound above her cunt, spreading the rich cream all over her pussy. She loved it when he touched her mons. She wasn't sure why, but there was something very dominating the way he did it which let her know she was owned. The muscles in her belly clenched up. 'Damnit', she thought, I'm already dripping wet and he knows it without even checking.

With his expert skill with the razor, he swept through what little hair she had grown in the past couple of days on the periphery of her cunt, shaving her completely clean. He then took the time and gently took her labia in his hands and pulled them taut, one at a time, shaving them slick too, dipping his razor in the washbasin and wiping her clean with the warm washcloth. She was now completely and utterly bald down there, not a trace of hair and she knew he was very pleased with that as she caught him smiling at his handiwork from the corner of her eye.

His hands all over her groin had stimulated her, but there was no more play. He then gently led her again to the bath, where she was dipped and all residual cream and shaved hair was rinsed from her entire pubic area, leaving her feeling exposed. She would learn that this 'exposure' did not even begin to describe what would happen later...

Toweled off again, she was led downstairs to the dungeon. Really, this was just their basement, but once Master had gotten ahold of it, it had been fully converted into a den of depravity. Over the years, as money allowed, device after device had been added and installed. Several of each variety of whip, flogger, slapper, and crop hung on the wall. Whole boxes of sex toys, dildos, and vibrators were lined up beneath them. Whole bags of clothespins, clamps, nipple stretchers, clit jewelry, handcuffs, anklecuffs, ropes, chains, and other instruments of varying use were lined up on a long table along the side wall where Master could get to them easily.

A long steel table filled the middle of the room, modified with posts set on each corner, each studded with several D-rings for clamping, clipping, attaching, and tying off. As well, the floor was installed with several large D-rings as well, the kind that lift up so you can step on them when not in use without getting hurt. Yet, there they were, all accessible at any moment, and frequently they were. In the corner, her favorite, the cage he had made for her. Extra large, utilitarian, and lined with a layer of padding, it awaited her. She knew without asking that she was to go to it every time he led her down here, unless told otherwise.

As she began to crawl on hands and knees (this was expected), towards the cage, Master pulled her short on her leash and shook his head. "No slave, not today. Today, I have something special planned for you." Her heart started in her throat. Her pulse instantly quickened, and damnit, her cunt was slicking up again. She really was such a whore for Him. It took almost nothing now for her to feel aroused. The simplest thing Master would say, the slightest touch, the most vague of innuendo, and she was immediately soaking. She couldn't help it. Everything he did and said to her made her horny and she was helpless to the feeling of surrender to it, accepting more and more that she really was his whore, to do as he pleased. The shame she felt when she thought of this type of thing unfortunately only served to make her even more aroused. Yes, he had done that to her. Turned her own shame, something she thought she owned, into a thing of pleasure. He had turned it on her so that even her humiliation made her wanton, almost greedy with lust...

She was led to the steel table and the end of the leash Master had been holding was tied up above her to the post nearest her cage on one of the hooks welded there. She rested her ass on her heels, keeping her arms straight and down in front of her, her palms resting on the floor, her face toward the floor in the doggy "sit" position Master had taught her. Unless he specified otherwise, Master had told her this was an acceptable way to rest when she was on all fours (different from her ‘standard position’), and today he hadn't said otherwise so she rested while she could, knowing full well she was about to be used.

Most likely he would use her hard. He had certainly been in a mood to lately. At first he had almost scared her using her like that, like a ragdoll. No, he had frightened her indeed. Frightened her so bad her cunt actually ached. It was strange how he could be so gentle one moment and so rough the next. Strange and yet, so incredibly erotic. She could never predict what he was going to do next and she loved knowing that. It made her submission so much more intense, exactly the way she liked it and he knew it too. He knew so much about her, about the way her mind and body worked together. Somehow, he was always able to manipulate her to the highest levels of excitement, and increasingly with less and less effort on his part. Or so it seemed. Perhaps, inside, he was trying just as hard, but in different ways as he got to know her mind and body even better. Yes, that had to be it. She couldn't be that much of a whore, could she?

He hadn't told her not to look at him, so she stole glances furtively, watching but still not wanting to be caught staring in case that might anger him. He was so purposeful in his movements. He so obviously knew exactly what he was doing and had all of this planned out to the letter. If anything, Master was meticulous and calculating. Though he could also be spontaneous, she knew that Master prided himself on his level of detail and his forethought. She could trust that she would be used in a series of exercises which would work her just the way he planned. Her cunt clutched when she thought of it and her stomach had a few butterflies flitting around in it now.

Most of what he was doing she could see, but not all of it. She could see him taking down one of his favorite collars, a black medium thick leather collar with 3 rings, which could also be secured in the back too with the buckle there if so desired. From this, she knew right away there would be a good deal of restraint in order at some point.

Her tit chain was taken out with a variety of weights which could be attached to it and with no further stimulation, her nipples started hardening. She loved it when Master used her breasts. Strangely, her breasts were like a conduit to her cunt. One touch, a brush, a pinch, anything, and her cunt was on fire. They were sensitive, and yet still she could not get enough of stimulating them. When Master used them she felt deeply submissive and in her place.

He then turned so she couldn't see him and pulled several items out of a bag which she hadn't seen before. Master was always adding to his collection and she was always curious and excited about any new device he might have, but this was frustrating not being able to see. Surely he knew she was watching. He must...

Lastly, he reached below the table with the items and pulled out a big plastic Rubbermaid bin where her dildos were kept. She watched him shuffle through them all, little ones, big ones, funny shaped ones, ones that focused on her g-spot (he had finally found that), others that were double headed, some which were curved to invade both of her holes simultaneously, and still others which were various combinations of realistic, very fake (but very effective), with balls, without balls, and then with a grunt he pulled one all the way up from the bottom. Oh god. No. Not that one. No Master, please not that one. A

groan escaped her lips and he suddenly looked up at her. "Is there a problem cunt?" His eyes pierced hers. She shook her head. "No Sir, no problem at all." Her stomach contracted and a swarm of butterflies took off in flight. Her pulse quickened again, she could feel it in her neck and temples.

He smiled. Fuck, he knows. She knew she was blushing. Scared? Ashamed? Horny? She wasn't sure. Master had made sure that they all mixed together into one wonderful stew and she was bathing in it. This was exactly where she wanted to be...

As he turned around, although she'd seen it, indeed taken it into her several times before, she was still intimidated by its sheer length, its enormous proportions, and most of all its girth. It was by far the thickest and largest dildo Master owned. He called it his “fuckstick”. Master loved that it had a suction cup at the base because he liked to stick it up in the bathroom or on the floor and make her fuck it like that. But he liked to save it for use on special occasions. She immediately knew that tonight was going to be unlike most days. No, she knew Master was going to work her over to the core of her being.

She should have seen it coming. Master had seemed to be doing a lot of extra paperwork lately and he had been very insistent about her getting hers done as well by last night. She had thought they would probably do something outdoors. Master loved being in nature and they frequently spent time under trees, next to streams, under stars. And so it wouldn't have been unusual for him to surprise her by taking her somewhere nice. But, no, he had something far more intense and well planned in store for her. The butterflies in her tummy, which had just barely started to calm down, stirred again and she moaned softly when she realized it was only 10 o'clock Saturday morning.

It was so much better when she was really worked up before he used that massive 'thing' on her because of its size. Every time but one he had done that for her, got her so coated in a thick haze of lust that she not only took it, but wound up enjoying it far more than she thought she would. She was still a little too ashamed to just come out and tell him, but it made her feel very base and dirty when he made her fuck this cock. It's size and power made it so crude and humiliating that it really brought the slut out of her. Perhaps that's why Master saved it for special occasions. There were certain nights when she became so whorish with it that she gave up trying to reason and just put her trust in him and went so utterly with it that it was an outright out of body experience for her. Master loved seeing her in that state. It made him feel proud of her and his training her and very deeply aroused himself, sharing that with her in his way.

The one time he hadn't fucked her, or eaten her cunt as much, or used some other wonderful vibrating or suctioning masturbatory toy to arouse her enough before taking the giant appendage was when he was in a rough mood once. There were times like that, when Master treated her more like a toy than anything else. It was sort of a depersonalizing thing, and there was a deep and hidden part of her that loved that too, to be used as an object. It was very hard for her to admit, but there it was, the desire for it, nonetheless. She didn’t like it to go forever, but for awhile it could be the most delicious sensation in the world. When he was like that, he was so vulgur and would make her choke on his cock until she was a giant wet mess, spitting on her, calling her the most vile and degrading names, making her gag and retch repeatedly, draining saliva all over herself, shoving his fingers down her throat until she heaved, spitting even into her mouth and making her swallow it (the only spit he would allow her to swallow). At other times, he would tie her up tight and whip her until she teared up, even smack her face a bit and slap her breasts silly. She got so aroused when he got like that. The actual heat of it in her cunt was intense and she loved that feeling.

But he had made her get on all fours before him, with her ass high up in the air and her cunt pointed at his face and he had penetrated her with that THING with only a little lube rubbed on it almost absent-mindedly (thank god for that) before anything else went inside her that day. It hurt immediately and she moaned and whimpered and tried to pull away but he kept fucking her with it mercilessly, holding her in place. Of course, in time she began to feel overwhelmed, and perhaps because of that she gave started to give into it and was swept into the moment, her cunt eventually radiating, sloppy with cuntslick and her own hips now making it fuck her after she had asked his permission to impale her cunt herself, so that he could watch what a whore she was. My god, how could she say something like that to another human being? How could she let herself go so far like that? But she knew. It was simple. He was her Master and she could be anything with him.

"Look at it slave," he said. And with that, he slammed the suction cup base of the giant dildo onto the metal table with a BANG! She winced, but did as he told her and watched as it rippled and wobbled from Master's force. It was so enormous. It had to be 2 feet long and almost as big around as her fist. It was black and covered in thick veins. Master liked it like that. He loved to tell her to "fuck that black cock." She remembered those words clearly and they rung in her head now, as she knew what was to come.

"Good girl. See how big it is? You're going to stand over that cock with it between your legs, and you're going to squat down until it's in as deep as it will go. And then I'm going to make you work your clit while you fuck it and I watch from every side. You will continue to fuck it until I tell you to stop. Is that clear whore?"

"Yes Master, crystal clear Sir, thank you Sir." Those last three words were hard to get out, but she hoped they might buy her the tiniest bit of mercy.

"Good. But first, I have a few surprises for you." She was relieved to hear that. Master was not going to make her take it first thing again. This wasn't going to be so bad. She calmed herself down a bit and began to relax. She would find later that there was absolutely no reason for her to do that. Master had such evil things in mind for her that day as she would soon find out...

"Stand."

She immediately stood up, hands automatically going behind her back, as he liked, making her immediately more vulnerable. He walked over to her and touched her belly, caressing it in a small circular pattern. The feeling of his warm hand there made her shudder and he smiled when he saw her do it.

"Yes, slave, I can see in your eyes that you know. Today is going to be a very long day for you. Stand still."

She froze and watched him as best she could, trying to keep her head down while still taking in everything he did. He walked over to the wall next to where he kept their toys and reached for the handle on the crank there. The crank was connected to a chain which went from the crank diagonally up to the center of the room, where it was fed into block and tackle, a pulley system he installed months ago which left the remainder of the chain hanging down into the center of the room and a large metal hook at the end from which he could attach whatever he desired. He lowered the hook down a few feet and locked it in place at the crank.

"Keep your hands behind your back cunt." His words were simple enough, but

the way he said them with such solemnity, put another tiny thrill in her whorehole and she was embarrassed to feel a tiny bit of moisture at the top of her inner thigh draining from her cunthole. How was it possible to actually leak pussy juice from your cunt? Wasn't that just some bullshit they wrote about in porno magazines? And yet, it was happening to her, now... The thought only made her feel even more like a whore since it was so obvious that she had to be incredibly turned on to get to that stage. The fact that she was already this aroused even now deeply humiliated her and she blushed again, this time thankfully without him seeing. Or so she thought...

His hands took hers and began expertly attaching her large, padded, thick, black leather wristcuffs. She knew what he was up to immediately but that knowledge didn't help her since she didn't know what he would do with her once he was done.

The cuffs were made so that a thick chain connected them together and were heavily reinforced to be extra strong. "Arms over your head and together," he said. She'd done this before and so she quickly put her hands alongside each other high above her head. He then took her hands and guided them into the correct position, looping the chain connecting them over the hook and made her stand still like that. While he walked the short distance back to the crank, her stomach tensed and she took a deep breath. This wasn't going to be easy.

It sounded like a jackhammer, the crank was so loud in the sealed up room. He had adjusted it so that he could apply minimal effort to lift a great deal of weight, but the price of this was that the crank was slow, and so it seemed like an eternity before the hammering sound slowed. As it continued, she felt herself being slowly lifted up. Her body was fully stretched out now, her muscles falling slack but for her arms as she was pulled toward the ceiling. She quietly thanked him to herself inside that he had spent so much time making sure the pulley would support several hundred pounds, making it

safe to be used with her in so many ways.

She found herself standing on tiptoes as the crank continued. Ever so slowly she was lifted, lifted, lifted, and now she was completely strung up, her feet finally leaving the cold floor. She loved this feeling, of surrendering like this, of feeling almost like a piece of meat hanging up for him to use. She was deeply aroused now and let out another soft moan as he came up behind her and roamed her naked taut body with his hands. They were everywhere, all over her. He was loving this, she could see that. His cock bulged in his pants as he walked around her, caressing every inch of her bare body. "Such a pretty girl, strung up there like that for me." She loved it when he called her a girl and of course when he told her she was pretty and she began to feel very floaty and warm now despite the slowly building pain in her arms.

Now he was behind her, milling about in the equipment. She couldn't see him and it always made her nervous when he did that so consciously. He knew it drove her mad and enjoyed it. She was sure he made extra noise and stayed back there a little too long just to do that to her.

And then a great "SMACK" as the flogger came around her side from behind her on her right side, the tips of each tail landing on her belly. She let out a loud "Ohhh!" and immediately realized that his rubbing her belly before was his way of dropping a little hint to her. Oh, he could be so devious like that. Despite the pain, she smiled.

He then continued his walk around her, flogging her belly over and over as he did so. The pain wasn't unbearable, he was using the flogger with the wide tails, but it was relentless. He wouldn't let her catch her breath. He just kept up a solid rhythm.

"Smack...Smack...Smack" It seemed like every couple of seconds another one and then another and then another endlessly. Each time she let out that "Ooh!" again as the strands struck her flesh. She hung her head down and looked. Her belly was red and getting moreso. Master loved to flog her. It almost never failed to make his cock hard because he

knew how much she liked it too. A whore who likes that kind of pain, that warm, low level, spreading kind of pain that only becomes truly bad over time. She wondered how long he would go and swallowed hard.

Nothing escapes Master. She should know that by now. He had seen her swallow and that was it. Whatever dignity she got from being able to swallow her own saliva would be gone now. Master walked over to the table where he'd layed out his implements and got the ring gag. The big one. The one that made her jaws ache terribly if he used it too long on her. "Open up slut." His words rang out in the room and she obediently stretched her mouth open as wide as it would go, having learned long ago that she would be severely punished if she didn't open wide enough the first time.

The ring was jammed in her mouth behind her teeth and the strap was roughly fastened behind her. It was a little too tight and he knew it. He wants me to suffer for his pleasure and for mine she thought. He wants me to earn my cum. And I will. I will do it all and then ask for more. I want it. No, I have to have it. I need it so bad, my cunt cannot be satisfied. I am a filthy whore and he is the only one who truly understands that like I do. He sees so deeply into me sometimes it's almost frightening, and I will do anything for Him. He is my Master and I serve only Him.

With her spit already running out in a tiny strand down her front, landing on her breasts and chest as she moved, he started his flogging again. Lighter, but faster now, building up the warmth in her belly, so red now, almost glowing. The heat there was spreading down into her groin too. He was so good at what he did with her. He knew exactly how to elicit what he wanted from her and she knew that her tummy flogging was completely thought out beforehand and that he was actively using it to get her cunt even hotter.

The lashes continued, building in intensity. Now, the pain was making itself more known. Taking its toll, the flogging was starting to burn and yet if anything he only struck harder, pushing her, making her groan as the spit turned from a tiny strand into a river, running down onto her belly now, so that the flogging was making a wet squishing sound, alternating with a more frightening smacking that reverberated in the dungeon, echoing back to her ears and driving her deeper into subspace.

At last, when she thought she could take it no more, after what must have been dozens and dozens of floggings, he stopped. She didn't fully realize it, but she was cyring now, her tears running down her face and mixing with the spit flowing to her abdomen. He looked up at her and, with genuine sympathy, wiped away her tears with his fingers, caressing her cheeks with the back of his hand as he did so. Ohhh, that felt so good, for him to touch her like that and to look at her like that. He smiled at her and she suddenly felt renewed, and ready for whatever was next.

"Does my sweet slave want some pain reliever now?" Master loved to call pleasuring her after causing her pain her 'pain reliever'. It was ridiculous of course, and was almost funny, like he was giving her fucking Tylenol, but she knew better than to laugh right now or there would be no relief at all. In fact, she was honestly thankful that she was going to get some direct sexual stimulation now. Very grateful in fact. Her wrists and arms were truly aching by this point and her belly was a deep red and radiating waves

of alternating warmth and pain.

'Oh yes Master, please,' she wanted to say, but because of the ring gag it came out kind of like, "Ooh esh ashtah, ease." He winked at her and smiled, enjoying this little degredation immensely.

"Good, you've earned it so far, and so I will make you happy now for a bit. Let's see how much of that whore I can tease out in you cunt." And with that he walked back over the toy table and rummaged around again, grunting when he found what he was looking for."

Just as she was beginning to go wild from wondering what insidious device he would use on her next, she heard the first 'click' and was relieved to find that she was being lowered down. Thank god too, because her poor arms were sore and stretched out. How nice it would be to be able to drop them finally. Oh no, did she just think that? How nice it would be? Would Master make things nice for her so early in the day?

As her toes touched the floor, she began to put some weight on them to help out but before she knew what was happening she felt a sharp pain in the sole her her left foot along with a loud "SMACK" as Master whipped her there hard. "I didn't tell you to stand up cunt!" Then, the unbelievable. The crank was going back in the other direction again and she was being lifted once more towards the ceiling! Her heart rate went up again and she very audibly moaned from the pain in her foot, but more from knowing he was pulling her back up again. Soon, the crank stopped and she hung there, still, holding her

breath.

Some time passed before he stood in front of her. "Would you like to come down slut? You must be tired by now, your poor arms must be aching." He said it with a gleam in his eye that let her know she had better be on her best behavior if she wanted to have any chance at all of him allowing this. So, she looked him in the eye with her most sincere puppy eyes and the words that came out surprised her because they were just that, so truly sincere. She really did want to get down and she wanted him to know it.

It was hard through the gag since she was still dripping and drooling everywhere, but she managed to say in her ridiculous sounding, broken, gagged English, "Master, I am sorry I didn't ask permission before standing. I really am, and it won't happen again. May I please be let down? I will be so so very good all day today. I promise!"

He stared at her for a very very long time. The knot in her belly only got tighter and tighter and her arms were now so sore they were literally on fire. However, in the end, her words and the way she looked at him, with honesty, adoration, and willingness no matter what his decision had their desired effect. "Very well slave, see to it you allow the pulley to lower you all the way down or I will make you regret it." She knew it was so true. She must do exactly as commanded. Master was unrelenting.

Before walking back to the crank, he reached out and gently parted her labia. He then began rubbing her swollen clit with the juice that was so readily available and soon a loooooong, low, deep moan came from her throat, the waves of pure unadulterated pleasure emanating from her cunt, spreading throughout her body. She closed her eyes and was so grateful for this she almost couldn't stand it. It was funny how a simple touch like that after a session of pain could throw her so deeply into subspace. God it felt good,

so fucking good...but then, even more of a surprise.

With her eyes still closed, she felt s different sensation, something wet and warm sucking on her pussy. She looked down and there Master was putting his lips and mouth on her shiny hot cunt and was kissing her there! Not eating her, mind you, no, he was actually KISSING her cunt! She wiggled and moaned even more and her insides felt like jell-o, the warmth spreading throughout her entire body. "You have more than one mouth you know whore...." The way he said that just made her melt even more. Another graze of his tongue and lips there and she knew she could cum in an instant. She wanted to so badly but was afraid that if she did that Master would be upset with her. In fact, she knew it to be so and so steeled herself, waiting for him to continue, not knowing how long she could resist. His mouth met her smooth glistening cunt again and she inadvertently jerked, her tight body quivering on the rope.

Just as she was getting truly into it though, he stopped. She whimpered and looked at him with begging eyes. But no, Master wouldn't fall for it again. He loved to work her and tease her like that and she knew there would be no more while suspended. "Patience slave, patience," he said.

He then walked back to the crank and began lowering her down. Getting down without standing or using her muscles was actually very difficult. Everything in her screamed for her to support herself and it would be so easy and would take the weight off and feel so good. It was a test of willpower that she resist that impulse and let the crank lower her, her limbs folding beneath her until she rested in a heap on the floor, the chain finally going slack, her arms finally released from their torture. "Oh thank you Master! Thank you so much," she tried to say through her gag.

Master then walked back over to her and unhooked her hands and gently took off the bindings, taking care to finally untie her o-ring gag too, which was an immense relief. He had purposefully used the large one and her mouth was pretty sore now. Pretty sore, but she knew it would be a lot more sore by the end of the day. Her cunt did too and clutched up as she thought about it. Silly that something like knowing your mouth was going to be sore would arouse you, but there it was, her cunt could tell no lie. She was happy and

horny all over again knowing she was in his expert hands.

And then a strange and most welcome thing happened. Master slowly manipulated her body until she was rolled over onto her back where she could relax and breathe easily. And then, the most delightful thing so far that day occured. He took her left arm and began massaging it from her fingertips all the way to her armpit. Every single muscle and fiber was worked, all the way up and down on both arms and she floated out into space, her eyes closed, so thankful that he would do this for her. She was grateful to have a Master such as He and she relished times like this in the middle of a session when he would do something really nice for her that didn't give him direct pleasure. What she didn't know is that it did bring him pleasure for when she was happy, he was happy too.

After both arms were fully massaged, she felt refreshed and renewed, ready for any and everything. She opened her eyes and he was looking right at her, smiling softly. "Did you enjoy that slave?"

With teary eyes she replied, "Oh yes Sir, very much so. Thank you so much. It was...lovely." He smiled more fully now and reached over across her and bent down until his face was an inch from hers.

When he had tasted every part of her mouth, he pulled back a little looked at her. She was in another state, floating and very warm inside. She ached for him so badly her stomach was in knots. God how she wanted her Master’s cock inside of her. Anything to feel it, anything to just fuck.

But Master knew her too well and he knew how to work her. He wouldn’t fuck her right now, that much she knew. With resignment, almost mild anger, she gave into it knowing in the back of her mind that the ache she felt now, no matter how intense, would increase many times before she had his cock inside her. She half-sighed and half-harrumphed. With a tiny whine and the littlest bit of a pout she stared at him, waiting.

“If you weren’t so cute when you do that, I would put you right back up there again, hanging from your arms again.” Her heart stopped in her throat and she looked at him, anxious, worried. But Master just winked at her and pinched her left nipple hard once. A soft “Mmmph” escaped her lips as he stood up and walked back over to his cabinets and boxes, his hard cock straining beneath his jeans. She loved that she could make him so aroused. It made her feel almost complete inside and like she was fulfilling her role as his slave and this made her feel warm and good.

“Stand and face me, eyes closed,” was all he said. She immediately complied, having learned long ago not to dally when given an order. Many were the days it was hard for her to sit learning that lesson.

Now all she could hear was his rummaging, clanking, sifting. She bit her lip and did everything in her power not to peek, knowing that it would not only disappoint her Master, it would also violate everything they had built together. That was one of the best things about their relationship, total honesty and transparency, even when it was hard for both of them. It was a treasure that so few couples had and she had no intention of threatening it, not even in a minor way such as this.

The soft padding of his boots on the hard wooden floor and then stillness. When the silence began to become awkward, she badly wanted to open her eyes but she did not. She knew this was a test. She could feel his eyes on her, drinking her in, every single pore of her body. Master claimed that he loved to stare at her naked body and despite what she thought about herself, how she always felt she could lose more weight, work out more, become more attractive somehow, she always felt safe, secure and very much desired with him. His reassurances made her feel better but old feelings and habits die hard. Still, she knew that underneath it all he was fascinated by her and her body. She paced her breathing and remained fixed in place, anticipating what was to come.

“Good girl, you have learned well to do exactly as I say. I am very proud of you.” As I told you, I have a treat for you.” A treat?! She had thought his amazing kiss was her treat but now he would give her something more? Her cunt stirred at the thought. When Master rewarded her, the benefit was always worth it and she began to reel, trying to imagine what he might have in store for her.

In a moment, keeping her eyes closed was no longer an option as she felt his hands go over her head, sliding the blindfold into place. Now, eyes open or not, all she could see was darkness, black, the unknown.

“Be still, this will feel strange but I want you to accept it pet.” She remained still, a tiny trembling beginning in her legs. He began to caress her earlobes. An involuntary moan escaped her lips. She LOVED it when he did that, when he did anything with her sensitive ears. His fingers traced every curve and fold and then his hot wet tongue was there, licking her, making her body break out in goosebumps all at once, her knees going weak as her cunt throbbed.

He was licking her there, sucking at her tender ear, telling her what a good little girl she was, and maddeningly, not touching any other part of her. She thought if he kept it up that she would collapse on the floor. She fought hard to hold on, trying to simply enjoy the sensation without falling apart.

And then, his hands on her ass, cupping her there and pulling her to him, pressing her against him, his cock so unbelievably hard, pushed against her and very slowly grinding into her. She began to melt inside and moaned now not softly, but out loud like the wanton whore he made her.

His tongue was all over her ear, telling her what he wanted to do with her, calling her the filthiest names, so dominating and commanding, yet so quiet at the same time. Just whispers and pet names and sex, all rolled into one.

What came next was odd. She felt a strange sensation in her outer ear and then her ear felt as if it were being filled! “Be still,” he said simply into her other ear, holding her still, her ass still cupped in his hand. And now the feeling of having her ear filled as she recognized what was happening. Master was putting an earplug into her ear, shutting out her ability to recognize sound. Another long low moan escaped her throat and she gave into it. Soon, the other earplug was in place and she stood in abject silence, blind, wet, and covered in the little bumps that betrayed her arousal.

Again, stillness but now much much moreso. The tension in her rose much more quickly now with the loss of two of her most important and sensitive senses. She wasn’t totally frightened but certainly a little scared. She hadn’t been able to glean what kind of mood her Master was in but if was feeling rough, this would be hard for her. She swallowed and tried to accept her fate. Despite her feelings, the core of her loved this and her cunt was practically twitching for release now.

Hands. All over her his hands. God how he knew to use them too. Rough in one place and so soft in another. Delicious exquisite torture and she enjoyed every minute of it. She kept jumping and shuddering though because she never knew where he would touch her next. One moment he would play with her nipples and the next, his fingers were sliding up and down her calves, pushing her legs apart, making her sex gape. Then his mouth was on her neck which sent bolts of electricity to her cunt and nipples and then his hands were parting her ass, and his hot breath washed over her asshole, tickling her there. Then he had his arms around her, pulling her shoulders back wide, baring her chest as he pressed his groin against her ass, shoving her pelvis forward and dry humping her, making her belly clench up tight and her pussy sop its tell-tale juice. The smell of sex was thick in the air now and he was slapping her belly, rubbing his palm on her mons, kneading her thighs, twisting her this way and that.

He was getting rougher now, gripping and squeezing instead of touching and caressing. He was manipulating every part of her body now, making her into his little ragdoll to do with as he pleased. Her cunt began to ignite now as his new passion was transmitted to her body. She swallowed and held back her fear, trusting in him, and in doing so her own lust increased tenfold. This was what she loved so much about being with him, the ability to give in to this man fully, to put herself in his hands completely, utterly giving into him and deeply and truly submitting.

He was pushing her around the room a few inches at the time and watching her stumble now, gripping and mashing her flesh and then his mouth was on her breasts, feeding there, suckling and gorging, teeth biting and pinching. Alternately, his fingers would latch onto her tender flesh there and he would roll her nipples and even her entire areola in his fingers, making her moan like a bitch in hottest heat. She began to sweat and felt as if she were beginning to lose her mind. She wanted release so badly now and she was frustrated knowing this could go on all day. Frustrated but incredibly aroused.

Then more stillness. This time for only a few seconds and then….hot hard flesh pressed against her thigh and his hot mouth met hers at the same time. His naked cock was pushed up against her and he was as hard as she could ever remember her being. His hand clutched at her throat and fear leapt up inside her. She fought to relax as he squeezed lightly there, humping his cock against her, inflaming her already sopping cunny.

Before she could even wish that he would fuck her, he grabbed her hair and pulled downward, making her blind and deaf head face the floor. In an instant he was behind her, pushing her legs wide open. She gasped as he shoved 3 fingers inside her aching hole all at once and to the root. If she wouldn’t have been so incredibly turned on, it would have hurt her but she was such a wanton slut at this point that all 3 fingers slid easily into her and, despite herself, she found that she was pushing back against them, welcoming them into her, anything to give her pleasure and the possibility of release!

He was saying something. She could hear a dim murmur but she couldn’t work what it was. No doubt he was telling her what a slut she was and she warmed inside even more. Being called filthy names was something she never would have imagined enjoying when she was younger but with him, it was not only tolerated but secretly inside she looked forward to it. She craved for him to call her his slut, his whore, his slave, even his puppy and his fuckdoll. It almost seemed that the worse the name was, the more she was aroused.

Before she could contemplate that idea anymore, she felt his hands spreading her open and then, with no further warning, his cocktip was there at her entrance, hard, horny, throbbing, ready. In less than a second more, his salty fingers were also in her mouth and then he thrust inside her, filling her insides with the flesh she so craved of his.

Intense sexual frustration gripped her, combined with blessed release as he finally fucked her and fucked her good. She greedily gobbled up his fingers, sucking and smacking on them wildly, letting her spit drool out of her mouth, down across her chin and onto her chest the way she knew her Master enjoyed it. He was crude with her like that at times and she knew he loved to make her “a mess”. She relished it and didn’t think once of curtailing the passion she felt for him when he was like this either.

His rock hard cock pumped into her like a piston, making her clit tingle with joy. There was no better feeling than to have this man inside her womanhood, thrusting into her and making her feel every inch the woman she now knew she was born to be with him. Her hips pushed back against him and her breasts swelled with arousal as they bounced in the air in front of them. He finally pulled his fingers out of her mouth and put them down around her hips. Mmmmmmmmm god, how feminine she felt when he did that, gripping her there to steady his deep penetrating thrusts into her womb.

It was a strange sensation being fucked blind and deaf like that but she began to really enjoy it. It was like she could focus more on the feelings of her body without any other distractions. He fucked her so roughly now and she loved it. She began moaning and wondered how loud she was being. Normally she would have quieted herself but since she couldn’t hear as well, she decided to give into it and began moaning as loudly as she could, like a true whore.

Almost instantly, his thrusts increased in strength and frequency and she began to lose her balance. Only his hands on her tender hips restrained her and now she just hung on for dear life, being used like a “fucktoy” as he liked to call her sometimes.

At last, his thrusts became so wild that even he couldn’t take her like this anymore and he forced her to the ground in one quick motion, her knees knocking against the cold hard floor, making her “mmmmmph!” loudly, even through her earplugs. He then grabbed her head and hair and pushed her face to the floor, making her cheek touch the cool smooth stone. He held her face like that, pressing down on her as he rampaged her vagina with his manhood.

He paused only for a moment to push her knees forward and press her elbows to the floor as well which had the effect of making her raise her ass high in the air. Every other part of her body was down on the floor now, making her puffy cunt and her tightening shitring the display piece in her Master’s little project. Her pussy began to contract and she knew she might cum very soon now. He was being so rough with her and that unlocked some hidden desire in her, the want, no, the NEED to be used like a piece of meat, to be a fuck vessel for the man she worshipped.

Her moaning changed timbre now and she started making quick little grunts and squeals. She knew this was a giveaway, she knew he knew her too well to be fooled and all she could hope is that he was so turned on and so close to orgasm that he would overlook her indication that she would cum soon. She wanted to cum so badly now that everything else blacked out and all she knew was fuck, cunt, cock, cum.

And just like that, he pulled out.

Silence…

Complete stillness…

It seemed to last forever but it could only be a few seconds. She thought she would go made. She thought she….

What was that feeling? Something wet. Was that her anus? What was he…

“Unnngghh!!!!!!,” she screamed as he pressed his cock against her tightened asshole. “Unnnnnnnghhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!” as he kept pressing, relentless, merciless. Her cunt spasmed and she tried to switch gears, tried to remember the lessons he’d taught her, tried to just give in and let him take her there but it was hard. It was so unexpected. She didn’t know if she….

“Oh godddddd!!!!!!” she yelled as he penetrated her, finally gaining access to her colon. His thick hard dick felt like it was punching a hole in her and he was merciless, pressing in, deep deep deep inside her, making her take him.

It was painful and she shifted around but his hands were on her in an instant and he pressed her legs close together and now began fucking her, almost withdrawing fully each time but not quite.

She struggled to maintain. She knew it would be better to give in and so slowly she began to try to relax. Master, however, had no time for such delicacies and was fucking her relentlessly now in the ass. His cock was so incredibly hard and she couldn’t figure out how he didn’t cum already.

And yet still, the desire in her welled and as the seconds ticked by, she gave in more and more, her cunt so raw and swollen and absolutely dripping that she finally opened for him, made herself do it. She relaxed her anus until it puckered against his fuckmeat. God, yes, that was the trick. The pain began to subside and she started to give into it. The pleasure radiated from her center and suddenly her clit was on fire. Every nerve in her body gave in at last and all she wanted was to be fucked like this forever. She wanted this man to do anything he liked with her. She wanted him so badly and she had exactly what she wanted.