The Darkest Side of Our Desires (Closed for Ladythunder)

OOC: This is a tale far darker than any we’ve done to date. One that treads the fine line between SSC and RACK and abuse, at least in the first parts of the quest to explore the darkest side of our desires. Join us on this dark journey as we explore the darker side of kink.

Nathan gave a bored sigh as he waited in a place that was more familiar to him than any other, a small steel cage. All around him he heard the sounds of the more pathetic ones, crying to be released from the cage, begging for this to all be a dream. Luckily, Nathan had managed to tune most of it out

The cage that held Nathan was barely five feet tall, forcing him to be constantly on his hands and knees like the rest of the slaves. When he stood upright though, he stood an impressive six foot nine inches. He weighed a solid two hundred fifty pounds, all of it muscle. His cock was similarly large, standing a full eleven inches with a two and a half inch girth.

Every slave had a story, that much was known by all, Nathan's though, was far more interesting than most. His body alone told more tales than several other slaves combined. Nathan had of course been born a submissive. Ever since he'd first realized what it was he'd sought out somebody to dominate him.

Nathan ended up at his first auction on his eighteenth birthday. He'd been sold quickly, and it was then that the real stories began. Every mistress he'd ever had, including that first one, had been a sadist. Every day of his life from that point to now, seven years later, had been nothing but pain, starvation, and so much more.

Nathan couldn't help but chuckle as he thought of his past. None of the women around him knew it, but he was better than them, for he'd come to enjoy the pain they were so willing to dish out. Every crack of the whip that was supposed to make him scream made him moan. Every smack of the paddle had him quiver. Yes, it was he who had found the true form of control. Why be dominant, when you could gain all the pleasure you wanted by being disobedient? That last statement was his motto, and it served him well.

"This one too."

Nathan had been so lost in his 'pleasant' reveries, that he hadn't seen the dommes outside picking out the next batch to go on stage. He watched as the cage door opened. He smiled inwardly as he crawled out of the cage. The moment he was out of the cage, he moved to stand. "On your knees maggot!" The command came with a kick behind his knees and the sharp snap of the crop across his well-used back. Nathan had to stifle a shiver of joy at that.

Nathan didn't resist as a leash was fitted to the collar around his neck. He did however lag behind the rest of the line, provoking another couple of snaps from the crop. His cock twitched a bit at those touches, and he smiled as he kept his head down. The day had only just begun, and it was already a good day.

The line of slaves was led out onto the stage, a glaring light hiding the potential buyers from their view. The line of slaves then settled on their knees. All of their gazes were down, but Nathan couldn't resist the urge to steal one last bit of pleasure from the woman with the crop, for she used it so well. He left his gaze up, and when nothing happened, he turned to look up at her, for she still held his leash. That did the trick, and no sooner did his gaze lock with hers, than the crop came swishing down, landing right on his cheek. Nathan again had to stifle a moan, and hide his smile. He kept his head down now, wondering what the audience would think of that little display.

Slavery in the 21st century was practically unheard of. Civilised people didn’t do that to each other anymore. That’s what they tried to say anyway. But nobody talked about what went on in societies underbelly. There slavery was alive and well, but it was all agreed upon. Forced slavery was less likely nowadays, or so they said. Everyone involved knew it was there too, but it wasn’t talked about.

Selina Cartwright had been raised around kinky people. Her parents had been in a kinky relationship, though it wasn’t until she started showing signs and asking questions about her own emerging sexuality that she learned they were in a Master/slave relationship. For all intents and purposes, they could have been a normal couple for all anyone knew. After Selina learned, she started noticing more of the little things that went on, but as it was no different than what she had grown up with, she accepted it easily.

From a young age she knew she was dominant in nature. She loved the control it gave her, the empowering feeling involved in accepting the power of another and turning it in the direction she wished, for pain or pleasure. Sometimes it wasn’t even sexual in nature, just that power exchange. In the beginning she went after submissives as she enjoyed the exchange, yet she wished to have x time with them, then set it aside to resume a normal relationship .

Over time though, she found herself craving more. She wished for the full control a slave would bring her. Initially that was something she rebelled against, thinking wanting that degree of control over another person ‘sick’ and ‘abnormal’. Hadn’t her forefathers fought to prevent such things? Still, the thoughts persisted. Finally she cave into them at least to the extent of checking things out, figuring she could look. Nobody said she had to actually take a slave just because she looked a few over.

Her parents set her up with an invitation to a get together scheduled for later in the month. It would be an upscale party where slaves and submissives might be shared or used. They also held sales, where slave contracts changed hands in exchange for real money. Such contracts were of course illegal in the eyes of the law, but for those in the community, breaking the trust given with that piece of paper was tantamount to blackballing the breaker in the community. Dominant or the papered slave, whoever broke the contract would never be treated the same again. That was part of what kept them honest.

Selina found herself milling about the room where the sales were taking place. She didn’t want to play with someone else’s slave; that felt like using rental bowling shoes. She wanted one of her own.

She watched as they were led before the prospective dominants. She looked at each, but they were dismissed easily. Most were short, ill muscled and many had teensy little peckers. She was 5’3 herself, but she wanted a larger dominant. One that would tower over her, making her feel small and delicate. She knew the rush of one such man giving himself to her completely would be damned incredible.

Her attention was caught by the last entry, She watched as the slave was brought with the rest on stage. She was impressed with his size, from head to toe. He was Huge! Even his cock was big and she felt her pussy twitch seeing it. It twitched again as he stared at his handler and she brought her crop across his face with a sharp smack. It wasn’t the violence that got her; it was the spark he showed. She wanted a slave with fire!

As his eyes dropped properly finally, Selina consulted her information card. The last entry simply said ‘25 year old slave, trained in all aspects of service. Behavioural issues. See Mistress Maxine for further details.

Once all the slaves were in place, the Dominants were invited to look over the merchandise. Selina watched them, but more she watched him. She could see the insolence and disdain he gave them, the way he goaded them as they asked him questions, or poked at his body. She noted the way he reacted, the way his cock kept twitching the more he goaded them into giving him abuse, though none actually touched him.

Finally she tracked down Mistress Maxine and questioned her on his background, learning more about him than she had expected. She wondered why he was still here after so many years of abuse. Oddly, it made her want him more, even his disobedience was intriguing to her.

She knew he would leave with her.

First though, she walked up to him, noticing his kneel was so tall that he was almost nose level with her anyway. Her pulse quickened as her cool fingers swept under his chin, raising his Eyes to hers as she asked simply, “Do you wish to have your contract purchased this evening?” Her eyes bored into his, examining the depths of his soul almost, her wavy blonde hair swept around her shoulders, almost to her waist, her snapping blue eyes removed all the secrets between them; she looked like she saw right through him in those few moments while she waited his answer.

Nathan had always loved auction time. He was able to have so much fun with a fair few of the buyers, and sometimes even provoke them into making fools of themselves, while earning a delightful dose of pain in the process.

He watched every new domme approach, with the information card. He knew what was on it, and he knew why they came. Each new mistress wanted to tame him, wanted to prove that it could be done, and that only they could do it. He smiled inwardly at that.

With every domme, there was a command. Some commanded him to stand, others to speak, and some others who wanted to see how large his cock was when he was aroused. Nathan had such a fun time of it. He sat when they wanted him to stand, defiantly met their gaze with pursed lips when they told him to speak, and happily stay flaccid, despite all of their attempts to arouse him.

Many a domme ended up leaving with a huff, and some looked about ready to whip the hell out of him, shame for both he and them that it wasn't allowed, not by them at least. He sighed contently as he relaxed a little, noticing another domme approaching. He didn't look up until the woman put her hand beneath his chin and raised his gaze.

“Do you wish to have your contract purchased this evening?” Her eyes bored into his, examining the depths of his soul almost. It was Nathan who broke that eye contract. He let his eyes wander unashamedly over her body, not even hiding the fact of what he was doing.

In the end he laughed out loud. "You ask, yet we both know that what I want doesn't mean a damn thing. Do I want to be purchased? Sure, but it won't take long before I'm right back here after another wanna-be fails. So I guess the real question is, Are you as strong as you portray, or as weak as every other bitch whose tried to tame me?"

Selina didn’t even blink as his eyes dropped away from hers and crawled over her skin. She didn’t move, didn’t punish him as many would for his insolence. Instead she studied him. Closer, she could see his body was covered in the marks of use. Someone had been at him recently, but she wasn’t sure who or why. As he began to laugh though, she knew she wasn’t about to ask him either.

“You ask, yet we both know that what I want doesn't mean a damn thing. Do I want to be purchased? Sure, but it won't take long before I'm right back here after another wanna-be fails. So I guess the real question is, Are you as strong as you portray, or as weak as every other bitch whose tried to tame me?"

All Selina did was smile. She turned then and walked away, knowing damn well his eyes were on the sway of her ass as it wiggled just the slightest amount under her long slit skirt. She knew he watched just because of the way he looked at her when she’d been up close. Even if her assumption was wrong though, it didn’t matter, she had moved on to other things and seemed to dismiss him from mind.

From the other side of the room she pulled out her phone and made a quick call. Then she went and began questioning the next largest male in the room, as if she was trying for someone different. She knew though, within moments that even if the other hadn’t caught her attention, that this one did nothing for her. He was weak, without backbone. He was already broken, unsure of himself and unwilling to try. She made a show of listening to the things he said though.

In the meantime Mistress Maxine’s cell rang. As she answered it, Selina’s lips curled in a smile. Shortly all the finicky details would be complete, then he would be hers. His feistiness would be hers to harness, to challenge and channel. No matter what he said about it, he simply needed a stronger hand than most were capable of, not to beat him into submission, but to allow him to be complete, which meant With the feistiness intact, just modulated.

Selina waited until most of the other guests had left. She even went back into the other end of the house for a while. She left instructions to have him dressed in a pair of jeans, barefoot and whatever posessions he did have to be placed in a bag in her car. Knowing his background she expected he didn’t have much, but all people have at least a couple things they don’t give up easily.

Finally she was ready. He was led to the middle of the floor, and was waiting with his handler when she entered the room. The handler handed her his leash, formalizing the transfer of ownership. The proper paperwork would be already faxed to her home office.

Turning on one heel, Selina grasped the leash firmly and said “Come.” and started off, clearly expecting and demanding he would follow.

Nathan watched Selina as she walked away, again unashamed to stare at her. He wasn't sure of what to make of the situation though, when he saw her talking another tall slave. While her back was turned though, he shrugged. Whether she bought him or not was inconsequential in his eyes. There would always be another wanna-be domme, or another sadist, or another hopeless romantic trying to change him.

Nathan sighed softly as he waited. He of course watched other slaves get bought and traded. How long he waited, he wasn't sure, but he was starting to grow bored of the situation. In fact, just as he'd been about to start some 'trouble' for himself, his handler came for him. He didn't fight her as she put the leash on, nor did he do anything out of the ordinary as she told him to go grab his things.

Nathan didn't have much, and what little he did have was in his cage. All it was really, was a change of clothes, two razors, handheld and electric, and a picture frame. He smiled briefly to himself before he put it in the bag that had been provided to him. The picture was of his first mistress. She's of course been a sadist, but she'd taken it easy on him, teaching him to enjoy it. She'd of course sold him off like all the rest, but it had been her who had started him on the road that he had so perfectly traveled.

Soon enough, Nathan had a pair of jeans on, no shirt, socks, or shoes though. He was kneeling in the middle of the front floor with his handler. Nathan smiled inwardly when he saw the woman from before. The handler handed her his leash, formalizing the transfer of ownership. Turning on one heel, Selina grasped the leash firmly and said “Come.” and started off, clearly expecting and demanding he would follow.

As Selina turned, Nathan smiled to himself as he didn't move. HE cleared the smile off his face though as the leash snapped tight. He leaned back a bit, giving him some leeway then. Nathan then started to rise to his feet, making it quite clear that he was in no particular rush to do so. Even after he was on his feet, his fun wasn't over. He let the leash go taught and he kept it that way. He willingly followed Selina, but he again made it quite clear that he was in no hurry.

When Selina turned and started off she had expected him to come with her. Most slaves were eager to escape the confines of their holding areas, in the hopes that they went to better lives. Not this one though apparently; he seemed determined to be obstinate from the get go. When he didn’t budge, her smaller size brought her up short, the very immobility of him almost making her land on her ass.

She turned with dignity and looked up at him. “Someone should have taught you manners boy. Even puppies can be leash trained.” It was her turn to let her eyes crawl over him, an action neither of them minded in the least. She continued, “And you, are no callow youth, or untrained puppy.

She wore a trench coat now and into this she reached a hand coming up with something silvery. She snapped her fingers and pointed, for whatever reason he obeyed and went back into a kneel. Stepping close, she reached out and slid the silvery item over his head, the hard metallic sound of the chain rattling past his ears to rest cold and hard against his neck.

Only then did she unsnap his leash, fastening it to the choke chain she had put around his neck. Again she said, “Come.” She waited while he got to his feet and led the way once more. This time when he stopped abruptly she was ready and simply yanked firmly. Because of their height differential the chain was angled down, when she yanked it cinched against the sides of his neck not the front where the delicate bones might have broken.

She also relented quickly enough that first time that he was simply warned, not brought to grief. Selina had preferred larger subs her whole life, therefore she also had experience getting them to do what she wanted, usually when she wanted it. This one would be harder, but she knew he would get with the program too.

She turned with dignity and looked up at him. “Someone should have taught you manners boy. Even puppies can be leash trained.” It was her turn to let her eyes crawl over him, an action neither of them minded in the least. She continued, “And you, are no callow youth, or untrained puppy." Nathan smiled at those words, bowing graciously, mockingly.

She wore a trench coat now and into this she reached a hand coming up with something silvery. She snapped her fingers and pointed, for whatever reason he obeyed and went back into a kneel. Stepping close, she reached out and slid the silvery item over his head, the hard metallic sound of the chain rattling past his ears to rest cold and hard against his neck.

Only then did she unsnap his leash, fastening it to the choke chain she had put around his neck. Nathan had no intentions of escaping, so he allowed her to put what she desired on him, and offered up no resistance when the leash was removed and reattached.

Again she said, “Come.” She waited while he got to his feet and led the way once more. This time when he stopped abruptly she was ready and simply yanked firmly. Because of their height differential the chain was angled down, when she yanked it cinched against the sides of his neck not the front where the delicate bones might have broken.

Nathan couldn't stifle the moan that came from his mouth at the sudden pain, so delightful it was against the skin of his neck. He was used to being choked, but the sudden unexpectedness of this time caught him happily off guard. Luckily though, he was able to disguise the moan in a groan of pain.

Selina let some slack back into it, obviously just giving him a taste of what was to come if he persisted. He nodded simply as it laxed back into it's resting state against his neck. Still though, he still wanted to have some fun without being choked out. So when Selina started moving again. He hastened his pace to walk beside her, anxious to see her reaction to that.

Selina heard his groan at her pull but she wasn’t fooled. The chain was wide enough it wasn’t putting to much stress on the back of his neck, it was also smooth, it was only the pressure for less than 10 seconds against the great veins in his neck. Surprising perhaps, but she doubted it was as painful as he made out. That meant the groan was something else. Selina shrugged it off for the moment though.

As he suddenly lunged forward and began walking beside her, Selina snorted with amusement. She was quickly warming to his game, now that she was beginning to grasp its rules. Therefore she did the surprising, working to catch him off guard. She stepped close to him as she switched her leash holding hand and pressed up against him, her free arm passing around him as if they were a couple out for a walk.

Noting with amusement the disparity of their sizes once more, she said brightly, “Oh look, it wants to walk with me! Isn’t that sweet?” While her voice mocked him her fingers found his side, testing out a theory of her own as those long, graceful digits dug into him, pinching almost viciously.

When he reacted as she was beginning to think he might, she let go. Her voice was low as she said softly, “Behave Nathan. Pissing me off is not going to get you what you want with me. You can guarantee that. Get your goddamn ass into the car without a further scene and when we get home perhaps a ‘discussion of your attitude’ might commence. Conversely, I will pin you, bind you and have you stuffed in my car by two of the security staff. When we get to my home your bid for attention will have you put to bed like the child you are acting like.”

She studied her nails casually, giving him a moment to make up his mind. Once more she led the way toward the sleek long limo that waited at the curb as they finally arrived. A chauffer opened the door and Selina gestured for him to precede her. Settling her slim legs into the car, she looked at him on the floor.

“At least someone taught you something that stuck.” She spent the trip home ignoring him. On arrival, she looked at her maid and said, “He needs cleaning, cuffed tips and tails then bring him to me.” By tips and tails she meant cuffs on ankles and wrists, but her maid had been around to know what was what.

As the pair walked, it was Nathan's turn to be surprised. Of all the things he had truly expected from Selina, he didn't expect her to move close and put her arm around his waist. Likewise, he didn't expect the vicious pinch of her fingers on his side. Still, he enjoyed it all the same, though he attempted to mask it with a jump.

When he reacted to the pinch, she let go. Her voice was low as she said softly, “Behave Nathan. Pissing me off is not going to get you what you want with me. You can guarantee that. Get your goddamn ass into the car without a further scene and when we get home perhaps a ‘discussion of your attitude’ might commence. Conversely, I will pin you, bind you and have you stuffed in my car by two of the security staff. When we get to my home your bid for attention will have you put to bed like the child you are acting like.”

Selina paused then and waited for him, graciously giving him time to consider the options. In the end though, he simply shrugged and walked towards her car with her. He still walked beside her, but he didn't force the leash taut or stop all together again.

A chauffer opened the door and Selina gestured for him to precede her. Settling her slim legs into the car, she looked at him on the floor.

“At least someone taught you something that stuck.”

Aaron couldn't help but smile, and he debated on whether or not to respond, and found that in the end he couldn't help himself. "Heh, it was never about not being taught. I know more than any five slaves combined."

After that, Selina seemed content to ignore him, and Nathan again debated whether or not to push the issue. In the end he stayed like that, settled on the floor on his knees.

On arrival, she looked at her maid and said, “He needs cleaning, cuffed tips and tails then bring him to me.” Nathan wasn't sure exactly what that terminology meant, but he didn't fight the maid as his leash was passed to her. He was then led away from Selina towards a bathroom.

He was first made to undress, which didn't bother him at all. He'd spent the better half of his life naked, why should now be any different? Just as he hadn't fought the leash, Nathan likewise didn't fight her when she made to put handcuffs on both his wrists and ankles. He was then made to step into a large bathtub. His chains were bound to a low hook on the wall, forcing him to keep his feet down, and his hands up.

The cleaning took some time, and the maid seemed particularly happy to linger on his cock and balls. She did seem a bit frustrated after a while though, when despite all her attention, he hadn't show even the slightest hint of arousal. Eventually, she gave up, as Nathan had assumed she would. Most people who were weak of heart and wanted just that reaction from him never did take the time to find out what really made him tick, and thus just gave up and sold him at the earliest opportunity.

When it was all said and done, every hair on Nathan's body, with the exception of the hair on his head, was shaved. He was led naked to a large sitting room. The maid led him to the center of the room and told him to kneel. Just as he had every step of the way, Nathan debate whether or not to be difficult, in the hopes of getting the treatment he truly wanted. In the end though, he relented to the command and settled to his knees to wait for his new mistress.

As Nathan was led away, Selina was deep in thought. It was obvious he was going to be far different than any submissive she had ever had before, and the challenges he would present were to her, quite exciting. She wondered though, why he found the need to be disobedient at every turn. If he liked the punishment that resulted, why had none of his former dominants ever picked up on it and corrected the issue? None of the information she had on him suggested he was here against his will, therefore the disobedience was a blatant attention bid. One that would have to be corrected posthaste.

While he was busy she prepared for him. She was determined to test her purchase this night, the very sight of him made her slightly giddy imagining his enormous length sliding slow into her buttery depths. She changed her clothes, a soft silk button down shirt and another skirt. This one was a few inches above her knees, easily raised for access or anything else she wished. Stockings, garter and thong panties matched with black fuck me shoes completed her outfit.

She selected her favourite crop and lay it across the chair in the sitting room she knew he would be led to when he was cleaned the way she preferred. Thinking about that she smiled a little, wondering how Tammy was finding her slave. Tammy loved to play around with Selina’s possessions, never taking it further than she was allowed. Somehow Selina didn’t think Tammy would be quite as thrilled with this one though.

That fact was plain about 15 minutes later when the girl came and told her he was waiting for her in the sitting room. When asked how it went, if there were any issues, Tammy pulled a face and complained she couldn’t even get a rise out of him. She did confirm he was now shaven as Selina preferred and simply gushed about his size, much to Selina’s amusement.

A few minutes later, Selina entered the sitting room. She knew he heard her, even with as quiet as she was. She spent several minutes wandering around him, examining him from every angle. Casually, she reached out and ran her fingers over his smooth skin, enjoying the way he felt under her fingertips. But that wasn’t why they were there. She stepped in front of him and unbuckled the collar from around his neck, tossing it to the side.

She arched an eyebrow at him and said calmly, “My slave will earn his collar. If I feel I need a collar for some sort of play I have many play collars to use. In the meantime, that isn’t mine and therefore will not be on your person.”

She stopped and stared at him a long moment before continuing, “I will not tolerate the sort of behaviour you have thought to get away with before this. I know why you are doing it I think, and it is a very bad habit to get into. In this house it will get you the opposite. I have no patience for wilful disobedience, nor dishonesty.”

She let that sink in for a few moments before she stepped in close to him. Testing a theory, her fingers slid tenderly into his hair and then tightened almost into a fist before she pulled his head back under her narrowed gaze. She watched him and said very quietly, “In this house you will not hide your reactions from me. If you like it, you will moan for me. If it hurts, you will cry out for me to hear.” She paused and gave a guess based more on her observations than anything, “And if it hurts and you like it, you will let me know that too.”

Her fingers tightened further as her eyes bored into him and she whispered, “Now tell me true. What do you want?” Her free hand slid over his skin to his nipple and she gave it a pinch, flicking him hard with her fingers while she waited on his answer, her eyes trapping him, demanding nothing less than the truth.

Nathan waited patiently on his knees in the room while the maid went to get Selina. He made no move to stand, remove the collar, or movement at all for that matter. Even when Selina entered the room quietly he continued to stare out the window. He paid her no heed as she circled around him, making no attempt to hide his nudity from her.

When she stepped forward though, he lifted his deep blue gaze to hers. He didn't move to stop her though as she ran a finger across his skin, or as she removed the collar from around his neck. His gaze stayed on her as she tossed it to the side.

She arched an eyebrow at him and said calmly, “My slave will earn his collar. If I feel I need a collar for some sort of play I have many play collars to use. In the meantime, that isn’t mine and therefore will not be on your person.”

She stopped and stared at him a long moment before continuing, “I will not tolerate the sort of behaviour you have thought to get away with before this. I know why you are doing it I think, and it is a very bad habit to get into. In this house it will get you the opposite. I have no patience for willful disobedience, nor dishonesty.”

Nathan thought about those words as she gave him a few moments to do so. He came up with an idea, and he had to make a conscious effort to keep the smile off of his face. This mistress had already proven to be so much more interesting to the rest. He wanted to see how she'd react to a different game.

Nathan made no move at all as Selina slid her fingers tenderly into his hair and then tightened almost into a fist before she pulled his head back under her narrowed gaze. She watched him and said very quietly, “In this house you will not hide your reactions from me. If you like it, you will moan for me. If it hurts, you will cry out for me to hear.” She paused and gave a guess based more on her observations than anything, “And if it hurts and you like it, you will let me know that too.”

Nathan simply nodded that he was listening and understanding, but his mouth didn't move, and he didn't speak. The smile was there of course, but it was an ambiguous smile, revealing nothing of what he was feeling. Her fingers tightened further as her eyes bored into him and she whispered, “Now tell me true. What do you want?” Her free hand slid over his skin to his nipple and she gave it a pinch, flicking him hard with her fingers while she waited on his answer, her eyes trapping him, demanding nothing less than the truth.

Of it's own volition, Nathan's body tightened against the fingers that pinched his nipple. with a voice perfectly calm, showing that he was almost unaware of her touches on his nipple and hair, he spoke. "Truthfully I want a lot of things ma'am. You are going to have to be a bit more specific." There was still no emotion in his voice, and his face was still similarly emotionless, excepting of course, that same smile.

Selina’s eyes narrowed as she spotted the amusement in his deep blue gaze. She didn’t however reprimand him as many others would have for the fact he kept looking at her. That was one thing she had been forced to teach every other submissive she had played with; to look at her. They always stared at the floor, their eyes averted in deference to her. She hated it. She wanted to see what he was thinking or feeling.

The amusement in his gaze told her he was going to be damned difficult yet again. She was fine with that, to an extent. From what Mistress Maxine had said, Nathan had shown behavioural issues for a long time before she had purchased his contract. She wouldn’t expect him to change simply because she had told him to. He was one of those rare submissives that had to truly give their submission. It wasn’t given to any and all that asked for it. If it was his nature or something from his past that had made him this way, Selina sort of liked it. It gave her something to work toward.

"Truthfully I want a lot of things ma'am. You are going to have to be a bit more specific."

She chuckled softly at his continued insolence. She might have been mad, but his body was talking to her in its own subtle way too and that part of him was telling her what he wanted loud and clear. She leaned forward, her breath fluttering against his lips as she closed with him and stopped, her lips close enough to his that he could feel the movement of them against his own.

“Perhaps a practical demonstration of what I refer to then. I do want to make you see and understand after all.”

With that she stepped back and told him to stand. The place he had been situated to wait for her was the only spot in the room where the hardwood floor had carpeting. Just a small throw rug. When he had risen, Selina carefully kicked the carpet from under his feet and out of the way, exposing the steel rings set into the floor. Knowing the situation was less than ideal, she knew he would need to be fitted with proper restraints in the next few days. In the meantime, the cuffs would work. Leaning down she fit the free cuff through the steel ring in the floor on each side.

Nathan was tall enough that the rings in the 10 foot ceilings were almost too low, they would have been far too low in an eight foot ceiling and Selina realised she would have to either modify her house yet again, only play in the dungeon type area in her basement, or she would have to modify the way she liked to play to accommodate his size.

A switch flicked and the rings dropped from the ceiling, lowering to a point that she could reach them without climbing on a chair and looking silly. Reversing the switch past its at rest point after Nathan was secured to those rings as well, Selina retracted the rings, drawing Nathan’s arms with it. She stopped when he was pulled up just past the point of standing comfortably flat footed. She didn’t want him comfortable.

She turned then and picked up both her glass of wine and the crop. She took a small sip, studying him as she would an unpainted canvas. She held up the crop for him to see. Very quietly she said, “I am guessing you see the harsher tools of my enjoyment as tools used to punish, to hurt. I am learning your secrets, and you’ve only been mine for a few hours. I promise you I will know more about you than you know yourself by the time we’re through because I doubt I will sell you anytime soon.”

She paused to let that sink in for a moment while she took another sip then continued, “However, in the right hands these tools can do amazing things.” It was then her hand flicked out, the crop snapping sharply against his inner thigh. She stated, “Communication though, is the basis of any decent relationship. If you don’t tell me what you are thinking, or wishing for, I cannot decide if it is something you need or deserve. So we’re going to start small.” Her crop bit the same location on his other thigh, leaving pink rectangular marks in their wake.

She said softly, “Your task is to tell me what you want. I have struck you twice, you will tell me if you would like another, and you will tell me harder, or softer.” She smiled at him, her breath coming a little faster as her own libido awoke, “But you may not tell me that you don’t want this lesson because your cock would call you a liar.” She glanced at his slowly lengthening cock with a smile of decidedly feminine interest.

She chuckled softly at his continued insolence. If Selina was mad, she didn't look it or show it, especially as she leaned down over him, letting her lips hover so close to his that he could feel their movement against his own though. For a brief moment, Nathan thought about steeling a kiss, but decided he would go with whatever she had planned.

“Perhaps a practical demonstration of what I refer to then. I do want to make you see and understand after all.”


With that she stepped back and told him to stand. The place he had been situated to wait for her was the only spot in the room where the hardwood floor had carpeting. Just a small throw rug. When he had risen, Selina carefully kicked the carpet from under his feet and out of the way, exposing the steel rings set into the floor. Knowing the situation was less than ideal, she knew he would need to be fitted with proper restraints in the next few days. In the meantime, the cuffs would work. Leaning down she fit the free cuff through the steel ring in the floor on each side.

Nathan was tall enough that the rings in the 10 foot ceilings were almost too low. A switch flicked and the rings dropped from the ceiling, lowering to a point that she could reach them without climbing on a chair and looking silly. Reversing the switch past its at rest point after Nathan was secured to those rings as well, Selina retracted the rings, drawing Nathan’s arms with it. She stopped when he was pulled up just past the point of standing comfortably flat footed. The tension in his calves, and the pain that would come with it sent a shiver down Nathan's spine.

She turned then and picked up both her glass of wine and the crop. She took a small sip, studying him as she would an unpainted canvas. She held up the crop for him to see. Very quietly she said, “I am guessing you see the harsher tools of my enjoyment as tools used to punish, to hurt. I am learning your secrets, and you’ve only been mine for a few hours. I promise you I will know more about you than you know yourself by the time we’re through because I doubt I will sell you anytime soon.”

Nathan let a visible shiver run through his body at those words. "Mmm, a woman with confidence, I like that." A comment that might have been over the line, but Nathan hardly cared. This already seemed to be heading in the direction he wanted, which was fine by him.

“However, in the right hands these tools can do amazing things.” It was then her hand flicked out, the crop snapping sharply against his inner thigh. That first snap of the crop force Aaron to take his bottom lip between his teeth. The delicious pain, albeit brief, was nonetheless enjoyable. Selina then spoke again. “Communication though, is the basis of any decent relationship. If you don’t tell me what you are thinking, or wishing for, I cannot decide if it is something you need or deserve. So we’re going to start small.” Her crop bit the same location on his other thigh, leaving pink rectangular marks in their wake. Nathan stifled a smile, but knew that his gig was up. Their play had only just begun, but his lengthening cock was telling what his mouth wouldn't.

She said softly, “Your task is to tell me what you want. I have struck you twice, you will tell me if you would like another, and you will tell me harder, or softer.” She smiled at him, her breath coming a little faster as her own libido awoke, “But you may not tell me that you don’t want this lesson because your cock would call you a liar.” She glanced at his slowly lengthening cock with a smile of decidedly feminine interest.

Nathan smiled knowingly at Selina. He already knew what he would say, it was simply a matter of how to phrase it. "I want another, harder this time." Nathan's gaze locked with Selina's as he prepared to take what was coming to him. The only question was, would he give in to the pain first, or would she run out of strength with which to give him what he wanted.

As she waited for his answer Selina replayed his comment in her mind, "Mmm, a woman with confidence, I like that." It was laughable. Of course he liked a woman like that, it was why he allowed himself to be bought and sold like so much property. He simply was far to much for the average woman to deal with without resorting to beating the shit out of him. It was good that Selina was not other women…

"I want another, harder this time."

As his eyes locked with hers again, Selina saw the triumph in them. He thought himself so damn smart. He thought she was another conquest to notch onto his collar, that she would beat him as he seemed to crave. It was then Selina realised what lay ahead of her, the daunting task she faced if she chose to take it on.

Her next pop of the crop against his skin was soft, almost like a soft whisper instead of the sharp shout her first two had been. She smiled at him, this time it was her eyes that danced with amusement at his expense.

“No.”

She leaned forward, her eyes locked on his. “You are My slave, not I yours. I am the one who dictates what will or will not happen here, if you want something you will ask for it. You will be sincere, and you will also be polite. If I tell you to beg, you will mean it. Too long your former owners have been cowed by your ways, falling into your traps. That is ended now. Now we do it my way, no highway option.” She smiled at her pacifier reference.

Again her crop spoke, this time against the meat of his outer thigh, as hard as before.

“Try again…” she invited softly.

Nathan groaned almost with loss as he felt the next pop of the crop against his skin. It was soft, almost like a soft whisper instead of the sharp shout her first two had been. She smiled at him, this time it was her eyes that danced with amusement at his expense.

“No.”

She leaned forward, her eyes locked on his. “You are My slave, not I yours. I am the one who dictates what will or will not happen here, if you want something you will ask for it. You will be sincere, and you will also be polite. If I tell you to beg, you will mean it. Too long your former owners have been cowed by your ways, falling into your traps. That is ended now. Now we do it my way, no highway option.” She smiled at her pacifier reference.

Again her crop spoke, this time against the meat of his outer thigh, as hard as before.

“Try again…” she invited softly.

The back and forth from hard to soft to hard again only had Nathan that much harder, yet he was bound and helpless. to do anything about it. He realized now that he was trapped. If he wanted any release at all, he had to do it her way, and to displease her would result in...in...GENTLENESS! The thought to Nathan was almost unbearable.

Nathan's head bowed at first, but when it rose, that fire was still in his eyes. "Please mistress, PLEASE may I have another hard one!" Nathan had tried to keep his voice calm, but it rose to nearly a shout as he cried out for what he craved.

She saw the realisation in his eyes when he figured out she actually did have the upper hand. She saw the almost panic as he realised he would have to do it a way other than his own. She decided then that both of those looks were fucking hot… She watched him warily for a trap as his eyes dropped finally in defeat. Sensing his capitulation she stepped back, making room for herself.

Nathan's head bowed at first, but when it rose, that fire was still in his eyes. She knew his fire wasn‘t cowed, or even banked, but her back burn had it contained for the moment "Please mistress, PLEASE may I have another hard one!" Nathan had tried to keep his voice calm, but it rose to nearly a shout as he cried out for what he craved.

Selina’s lips twisted in a smile that was lust filled, if a little sad. “Of course my sweet slut, now that you have asked properly!” With that she struck, the last vestiges of gentleness dropping from her demeanour as her crop flicked and bit at his skin. She got him where the cheeks of his ass met his leg. Her crop snapped at his shoulders, it bit at his nipples. Then she really went to work, carefully placed caresses of her harsh tongued friend stung his inner thighs, just missing the straining length of his cock by millimetres.

His responses told her what he felt but she demanded more. “Tell me, what is it you want? More? Would my slut like to cum? Tell me, or I will stop…” She paused a split second then added, “Though I might do that anyway. Why? Because I can, that’s why.” Her laughter indicated there was nothing about this that she felt badly about either.

He took too long in answering for her and her crop stilled, stroking delicately against the underside of his throbbing cock. It wasn’t a punishment, even if he wanted the pain so bad, he wouldn’t want her to beat his cock that hard. It simply punctuated her question.

Selina’s lips twisted in a smile that was lust filled, if a little sad. “Of course my sweet slut, now that you have asked properly!” With that she struck, the last vestiges of gentleness dropping from her demeanour as her crop flicked and bit at his skin. She got him where the cheeks of his ass met his leg. Her crop snapped at his shoulders, it bit at his nipples. Then she really went to work, carefully placed caresses of her harsh tongued friend stung his inner thighs, just missing the straining length of his cock by millimetres.

Nathan took them all. Every blow that landed caused a moan, With every snap, Nathan writhed, rocking forward to meet the next batch of delicious pain. His responses told her what he felt but she demanded more. “Tell me, what is it you want? More? Would my slut like to cum? Tell me, or I will stop…” She paused a split second then added, “Though I might do that anyway. Why? Because I can, that’s why.” Her laughter indicated there was nothing about this that she felt badly about either.

Nathan's senses were massively overloaded from the blissfully perfect combination of pain and pleasure. His response for more was on the tip of his tongue, but it got stopped there as he felt the tender touch of the crop on the underside of his throbbing cock. "Pleeeeese mistress. Please give me more!"

Nathan was so hard, so ready, so desperate for more. His body writhed in his shackles, helpless to take what he want. He could only beg for it in desperate hopes that she would give him what he asked for.

"Pleeeeese mistress. Please give me more!"

As Selina had worked over him she had come to realise just how deeply ingrained his need for the pain that sustained him was to his desire. The two were firmly entwined and her inner sadist began plotting fun ways to extract the utmost from the knowledge. The only dark cloud on the thought process was the fact he seemed to have no sensual response to a more balanced stimuli.

Him turned on by pain was good; she enjoyed a large number of very painful activities and with him she would be able to indulge herself. However, Selina was also different in the fact she wasn’t strictly violent either. She had a big sadistic streak it was true, and when she was in that mindset she could be quite vicious. She also had the softer side. She needed to feed both to be truly happy and it was kind of her responsibility to her slave to help him grow and find a balance of his own.

In the meantime, she leaned forward and asked him, “What will you do if I allow you to cum? What will you deny me?” When he answered she hit the switch on his shackles, the chains descending rapidly as he dropped as well, partly thanks to her hands on his shoulders shoving him to his knees. Her fingers slammed into his hair once more, pulling his head to hers as her lips crushed to his. Their first kiss had nothing to do with tenderness as her teeth caught his lower lip and bit hard until she tasted the salty tang of his blood inn her mouth.

Drawing back she growled, “Then you may cum for me as you get that more you want so bad!” her lips took him again as her tongue almost raped his mouth. Her crop wielding hand was busy too as it dropped the crop and fisted around his cock, squeezing with an almost punishing force. His kneel was still so high that when she ground her body against his and her hand came down with a crack on one naked cheek, she didn’t even have to bend over that much to reach him and their kiss stayed locked together.

Selina leaned forward then and asked him, “What will you do if I allow you to cum? What will you deny me?”[/I

"I will deny you nothing! Nothing at all!" Nathan was beside himself, not even caring in the least what he was saying. Such was his reactions to the exquisite pain she had dealt him.

When he answered she hit the switch on his shackles, the chains descending rapidly as he dropped as well, partly thanks to her hands on his shoulders shoving him to his knees. Her fingers slammed into his hair once more, pulling his head to hers as her lips crushed to his. Their first kiss had nothing to do with tenderness as her teeth caught his lower lip and bit hard until she tasted the salty tang of his blood inn her mouth.

Drawing back she growled, “Then you may cum for me as you get that more you want so bad!” her lips took him again as her tongue almost raped his mouth. Her crop wielding hand was busy too as it dropped the crop and fisted around his cock, squeezing with an almost punishing force. His kneel was still so high that when she ground her body against his and her hand came down with a crack on one naked cheek, she didn’t even have to bend over that much to reach him and their kiss stayed locked together.

Nathan took it all, took everything Selina had to offer, and the fire within him only raged harder. The vicious pull of his hair, the violent kiss with biting teeth and raping tongue, that hand that squeezed his cock so hard, and of course that hand, smacking smartly on his ass. With every sensation, Nathan's voice reacted, moaning his pleasure into the mouth that claimed his so.

And then, as suddenly as his arousal had come with the pain, Nathan's orgasm erupted from him. He had barely been aware of it's building, and it wasn't until it reached his balls that he realized how close he was. And then he was there. No thought was given to stopping it, all his thoughts were on the absolute perfection that was the pain he was feeling. Every bit of him hurt, from head to toe, and it hurt oh so very good.

Nathan's cum erupted from his cock, gushing out of him in thick streams. Nathan paid it no attention though. He simply enjoyed it, enjoyed everything about that first experience with his new mistress, the first who had truly and completely given him everything he'd wanted and more!

"I will deny you nothing! Nothing at all!"

As Nathan’s cock exploded, Selina’s pace slowed. Her hand on his cock gentled as she milked his seed from his balls. It went everywhere and Selina found herself wondering how long it had been since he had cum last, or if this was a natural phenomenon. When his cock finally dribbled to a stop, she let go, carefully wiping her hand off on his chest.

She looked down at him then, a half smile playing about her lips as she said, “Very nice my slut, you made a hell of a mess though. Perhaps you should clean it up. But then poor Tammy would be all upset. Maybe another time you can share.” She said all of this in a musing sort of voice, as if she was thinking out loud, though in reality she was watching him and his reactions as it amused her.

Then she reached out and undid the cuffs on his wrists using the key hung around her neck, followed by the set on his ankles. When he was free she looked at him and said, “My turn I think.” she was so turned on she was almost vibrating. Selina though, needed far more than a beating to get off and she fully intended to get it. She stood in front of him, her eyes locked on his body as her fingers deftly undid the buttons of her shirt.

The blouse slid off her shoulders to drop carelessly to the floor behind her. She stepped forward, her hand cupped the back of his neck, pulling him toward her aching nipples. “Suck them…” She was breathing heavily, her skin almost on fire with her lust. As his lips found one pert nipple she guided his hand under her short skirt to her drenched panties.

“Touch me there, strip me of my skirt and panties, then make me cum using just your lips and teeth.” There was something in her eyes and the tone of her voice that said now would be a very, very bad time to resume his earlier shenanigans. It was definitely her turn. And the one who stood in her way for that would likely get run over first.

As Nathan’s cock exploded, Selina’s pace slowed. Her hand on his cock gentled as she milked his seed from his balls. He whimpered softly at the loss of the pain, but it hardly mattered at that point. When his cock finally dribbled to a stop, she let go, carefully wiping her hand off on his chest.

She looked down at him then, a half smile playing about her lips as she said, “Very nice my slut, you made a hell of a mess though. Perhaps you should clean it up. But then poor Tammy would be all upset. Maybe another time you can share.” She said all of this in a musing sort of voice, as if she was thinking out loud.

Nathan chuckled softly at her words. He'd indeed been made to do such a thing and much worse in the past. So he hardly reacted to her words with the exception of the humor they shared.

Then she reached out and undid the cuffs on his wrists using the key hung around her neck, followed by the set on his ankles. When he was free she looked at him and said, “My turn I think.”

Nathan stood there in front of her, watching as her as she watched him. As her hands deftly undid the buttons no her shirt, Nathan spoke, saying softly, "It's only fair."

The blouse slid off her shoulders to drop carelessly to the floor behind her. She stepped forward, her hand cupped the back of his neck, pulling him toward her aching nipples. “Suck them…” She was breathing heavily, Nathan offered up no resistance, letting her puss his lips to one pert nipple. She then guided his hand under her short skirt to her drenched panties.

“Touch me there, strip me of my skirt and panties, then make me cum using just your lips and teeth.” There was something in her eyes and the tone of her voice that said now would be a very, very bad time to resume his earlier shenanigans. It was definitely her turn. And the one who stood in her way for that would likely get run over first.

For all of Nathan's disobedience, he'd always been a man whom believed in fair play. She had given him what he'd asked for, and he fully intended to do the same for her, giving her what she wanted to the best of his significant capabilities.

Nathan's mouth pounced on first one nipple and then the other, sucking hard and long on each as he teased and flicked each one with his tongue. As he pulled off of each, he let his teeth scrape along the sensitive nub. While he did that, Nathan's hands drifted down to Selina's skirt. Without even needing to look, he eased them down, panties included, and helped her step out of them.

Once she was as naked as he, Nathan let his lips trail a fiery trail from her nipples to her pussy. Once his lips reached there, Nathan truly went to work. His arms moved to wrap around Selina's thighs, holding that lovely pussy to his mouth. Nathan's mouth moved immediately to her distended clit, already peeking out from it's hood. He gave it the same worshipful treatment he'd given her nipple, right down to the light grazing of his teeth, the flicking of his tongue, and of course the long and hard sucks.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Nathan felt Selina's hand in his hair, burying his face between her thighs and holding it there, but it was hardly necessary. As her hips started to ride and hump his face though, Nathan dropped his mouth to her opening and the juices that were flowing so abundantly.

Nathan immediately went to work once more, sucking hard on her pussy lips as he drove his long and flat tongue inside her, swirling it to and fro inside, trying to touch and stimulate as much of her pussy as he could. Every action was intentional, every motion and movement deliberate. What Selina may or may not have known though, was that Nathan had no interest in stopping at just one of her orgasms. There was little she would be able to do to remove him from where he stood with his arms holding her, and he fully intended to give her at least three orgasms, if not more.

”it’s only fair.”

His words echoed in her mind as his lips fastened over her nipples. It seemed her new toy had much to learn about the relationship he was in. Contrary to his belief, it really wasn’t all about him. In fact, his fairness was really not even a part of the equation. She shrugged mentally though; that was something he would figure out, once he found the way off his high horse.

Selina growled, a sound of pure lust as his lips dropped between her slim thighs. His arms moved to wrap around Selina's thighs, holding that lovely pussy to his mouth. Nathan's mouth moved immediately to her distended clit, already peeking out from it's hood. He gave it the same worshipful treatment he'd given her nipple, right down to the light grazing of his teeth, the flicking of his tongue, and of course the long and hard sucks. Her finger tunnelled into his hair, for the first time that night grateful his training had been so extensive as he put it to use to give her pleasure.

A low throaty moan escaped her lips as she arched against him, her thighs parting just a little more against the steel bands of his arms to open herself to his intimate caress. The first wave of pleasure came fast. She had become worked up herself as she had given him his desperate desire, therefore her foreplay was already prolonged and she went off like a firecracker.

She moaned and ground her pussy shamelessly against his tongue, riding her wave of ecstasy with no intention of stopping. She was multi orgasmic and she wanted another. She was pleased that he didn’t stop and she rode him to another shattering explosion. It was then she wanted a break; her clit was getting just the slightest bit sore. A short moment later she discerned she was well and truly stuck.

Her orgasms had sapped just enough of her strength, and her slave was so much bigger than her, if he didn’t want her to move, she wasn’t going anywhere. She fought him though, straining against him as his mouth fed on her traitorous body. The body that said he was good and it wanted more. She gave in to her needy body and rode him to another gasping orgasm.

However, after that one, she had definitely had enough. Slamming her hand down onto his, her fingers slid under his palm. Using surprise she twisted it toward his wrist, lifting it a little as her other hand joined it. With steady pressure on her thumbs she compressed his joint, forcing him back and then to turn. And arm on his triceps and she shoved him into an arm bar and onto the ground. Using the wrist she had trapped and her legs, she curled his arm behind him, his greater strength no match for her leverage.

Stretching she found her skirt and removed a pair of zip ties from her pocket, The first tie went on easy, the second she had to fight for but he was secured soon enough. Then she left him on the floor and stood up. Lifting a phone from a side table she pushed a button and when the other person answered, she said “Good evening Tammy. I am done with my newest acquisition for the evening. Clean it up and put it into the black room for the night.” She paused, “Oh and Tammy? Treat it like you wish you were treated before I bought your contract.” Turning to Nathan she said, “Enjoy your evening…” Then she left the room.

When Tammy entered a few minutes later she shook her head and said, “Either you really pleased her tonight, or you really, really pissed her off. I’ve never heard her request that order of treatment. What did you do?”

Nathan kept at his antics, uncaring of the fact that Selina was pulling against him. He was so lost in what he was doing, that he didn't fight against her as she slammed her hand down onto his, her fingers slid under his palm. Using surprise she twisted it toward his wrist, lifting it a little as her other hand joined it. With steady pressure on her thumbs she compressed his joint, forcing him back and then to turn. And arm on his triceps and she shoved him into an arm bar and onto the ground. Using the wrist she had trapped and her legs, she curled his arm behind him, his greater strength no match for her leverage.

Nathan was breathing heavily from his exertions, but his eyes were still alive with his fire. Such was his enjoyment of that particular task. Stretching she found her skirt and removed a pair of zip ties from her pocket, The first tie went on easy, the second she had to fight for but he was secured soon enough. Then she left him on the floor and stood up. Lifting a phone from a side table she pushed a button and when the other person answered, she said “Good evening Tammy. I am done with my newest acquisition for the evening. Clean it up and put it into the black room for the night.” She paused, “Oh and Tammy? Treat it like you wish you were treated before I bought your contract.” Turning to Nathan she said, “Enjoy your evening…” Then she left the room.

Nathan thought on what she'd said, wondering what was in store for him. When Tammy entered a few minutes later she shook her head and said, “Either you really pleased her tonight, or you really, really pissed her off. I’ve never heard her request that order of treatment. What did you do?”

Nathan simply looked up at Tammy, a confident smile on his face. "Heh, held her in place and forced her to have three orgasms when she only wanted two." Nathan laughed to himself as he rose to his feet. As before, he had no intention of fighting Tammy, and by the sound of it, he was quite curious to witness both Tammy's treatment, and the black room.

"Heh, held her in place and forced her to have three orgasms when she only wanted two."

Tammy looked at him in disbelief. “You what? Why would you do such a thing? Miss Selina is one of the best I’ve seen, she cares for those she takes under her wing. I don’t understand why you would jeopardise that! I have never seen her mistreat anyone, she seems to meet their needs and then some. Yet here you are, pushing. Perhaps tonight will teach you something, though I don’t understand the first part. No matter, “ She said after a thoughtful pause, “It is not my place to question.”

Tammy looked at the zip ties and her eyes widened a little. She moved over to the far side of the room and came back with a length of rope. Inexpertly, she looped it through the tie at his wrists, and asked him to kneel. She looped it carefully around his ankles and than tied it off at one of the rings on the floor. It was easy enough to get out of; Tammy was far from expert in binding people.

Carefully she approached him, eyeing him warily. “You mustn’t move.” she said, “Miss Selina would be very displeased if you did and she would give you a worse punishment than the black room!” Tentatively she touched him and shivered a little at how big he was. She was a little scared, but knew he was restrained; at least the ties would give her a moment to escape if he decided to be mean!

Watching him warily, Tammy reached out and scooped a grey pearl from his shoulder and brought it to her mouth. Her eyes closed in something akin to ecstasy as she licked it off, but they flew open abruptly when he moved. She watched him, wide eyed for a moment, then she stepped in boldly and bent her head, lapping at the slimy trails of his seed on his chest as she groaned in delight.

She knew he hated what she was doing, but she was determined, and soon enough every bit of his cum had been cleaned up. Only then did she release him and help him to his feet as she said brightly, “Thank you for sharing yourself with me, you taste yummy!”

Then she led him, his hands still zipped behind his back, out of the sitting room and down the hall. She opened a door and flicked on a switch on the outside. Muted lights showed a bed, bolted to the floor and covered with a sheet. There was no blanket, but the room was warm. Pushing him inside she snipped the ties on his wrists and said brightly, “Lights out in 30 seconds, there’s no lights you can access inside and no windows. This is the black room and it lives up to its name! See you in the morning!”

True to her word, 30 seconds later the lights went out. Three hours after that, after the infrared showed Nathan had finally fallen asleep, the lights came on. Harsh, blinding lights. They stayed on for 5 minutes, then clicked off. 10 minutes later, screamingly loud music blared through the speakers, then shut off. 10 minutes after that, it was piercing screams in the dark. All through the night, never in the same interval, and never the same thing. All the while, Tammy watched and controlled what happened in the black room, while Selina catnapped and paced.

At around 7 am the noises stopped abruptly, not to be repeated. At about 9, the lock clicked and Tammy opened the door. “Sleep well? She asked sweetly, “Miss Selina awaits you in the dining room, I think she has breakfast for you.”

Tammy looked at him in disbelief. “You what? Why would you do such a thing? Miss Selina is one of the best I’ve seen, she cares for those she takes under her wing. I don’t understand why you would jeopardise that! I have never seen her mistreat anyone, she seems to meet their needs and then some. Yet here you are, pushing. Perhaps tonight will teach you something, though I don’t understand the first part. No matter, “ She said after a thoughtful pause, “It is not my place to question.”

Nathan wondered too about the black room, but he couldn't help but laugh at her words. "Heh, I don't expect you would, few subs do understand why I do what I do. Let's just say it's fun and leave it at that." Nathan finished speaking with that same smile on his face.


Tammy looked at the zip ties and her eyes widened a little. She moved over to the far side of the room and came back with a length of rope. Inexpertly, she looped it through the tie at his wrists, and asked him to kneel. She looped it carefully around his ankles and than tied it off at one of the rings on the floor. Nathan could tell just by the feel of it that he could effortlessly escape if he chose; Tammy was far from expert in binding people.

Carefully she approached him, eyeing him warily. “You mustn’t move.” she said, “Miss Selina would be very displeased if you did and she would give you a worse punishment than the black room!” Tentatively she touched him and shivered a little at how big he was. She was a little scared, but knew he was restrained. Nathan just looked on, a bit amused at her fear.

Watching him warily, Tammy reached out and scooped a grey pearl from his shoulder and brought it to her mouth. Her eyes closed in something akin to ecstasy as she licked it off, but they flew open abruptly when he moved. She watched him, wide eyed for a moment, then she stepped in boldly and bent her head, lapping at the slimy trails of his seed on his chest as she groaned in delight.

Nathan kept shifting in his bonds. He wasn't trying to escape persay, he was just trying to get something from what was going on. Having his arms tied behind his back did indeed cause him some discomfort, but it was a far cry from pain. He kept fidgeting and sighing as Tammy went about the task of cleaning him. She was almost worshipful in her task of licking him clean, she seeming to divulge much more than the normal amount of pleasure from the task.

When at long last the task was complete, a feat that took a fair bit of time considering his size, the amount of cum, and how small Tammy's tongue was, Nathan was finally allowed to stand. “Thank you for sharing yourself with me, you taste yummy!” Tammy said brightly, Nathan just shrugged it off, practically looking forward to the black room in hopes that it had some potential.

Then she led him, his hands still zipped behind his back, out of the sitting room and down the hall. She opened a door and flicked on a switch on the outside. Muted lights showed a bed, bolted to the floor and covered with a sheet. There was no blanket, but the room was warm. Pushing him inside she snipped the ties on his wrists and said brightly, “Lights out in 30 seconds, there’s no lights you can access inside and no windows. This is the black room and it lives up to its name! See you in the morning!”

True to her word, 30 seconds later the lights went out. Three hours after that, after the infrared showed Nathan had finally fallen asleep, the lights came on. Harsh, blinding lights. They stayed on for 5 minutes, then clicked off. 10 minutes later, screamingly loud music blared through the speakers, then shut off. 10 minutes after that, it was piercing screams in the dark. All through the night, never in the same interval, and never the same thing.

That night was one of the longest nights Nathan had ever had. He'd been beaten senseless for hours on end, but this was far beyond that. The sleep deprivation was done perfectly, allowing him to start dosing before another something startled him to a sitting position. How long it persisted, Nathan never knew, and never wanted to know!

Even when the noises stopped and didn't start up again, Nathan couldn't sleep. He was almost fearful of the next noise. Nathan's head perked up when he heard the lock click. Tammy opened the door. “Sleep well?" She asked sweetly, “Miss Selina awaits you in the dining room, I think she has breakfast for you.”

Nathan moved forward, his blood shot eyes almost glaring at Tammy. When she moved to take a step back he reached out to take her wrist in his big hand. He could see the fright in her eyes, but he offered her a smile. Nathan knew the smile did nothing to curb her fears, but he did it anyway. "You don't have to fear me Tammy." Nathan said softly. "For all the things I do, for everything I've done, I've not once harmed a woman. I just want you to know that." With that said, Nathan released her arm and took a step back. He would follow her to Selina if she led him, but he gave her time to compose herself.