Captured

It had been a bit of a laugh for her, and while she had genuinely tried to obey she hadn't taken it as seriously as she should have.

She got into the van, sobbing , only now realising how she'd let him down.

"master, please.... I'm sorry!!"

Worst of all, she was no longer 'sweetie' but 'bitch'
 
JW said nothing as he drove the van up the hill to the house, anger boiling just below the surface. Barbara cried the entire way up the hill and was still doing so as he got out of the van and opened the back doors.

"Out bitch," he barked. As she scrambled out, he said, "We are going to teach you control. You will not have another orgasm until such time you can do it on command."

"First step, every fifteen minutes you will say, 'He is my master, I am his completely. Pleasure and love come only from him.'"

He held her chin forcing her eyes to his, "When you say that you will grind your thighs together, stimulating my pussy and clit. Understand?"
 
"Out bitch, we are going to teach you control. You will not have another orgasm until such time you can do it on command."

"Oh Master! I'm sorry!! Forgive me, please!!!"

Her wail was plaintive, and was repeated all the way to the house. How quickly she had forgotten that she was his slave, that she belonged to him. She had let her guard down, and allowed herself to slip back into her old ways, and in doing so she had enraged him.

"First step, every fifteen minutes you will say, 'He is my master, I am his completely. Pleasure and love come only from him.'"

" 'He is my master, I am his completely. Pleasure and love come only from him...... 'He is my master, I am his completely. Pleasure and love come only from him....... 'He is my master, I am his completely. Pleasure and love come only from him."

She repeated the mantra, tears in her eyes, both out of disappointment in herself, but also she was scared of him when he was like this, and she was petrified that he might reintroduce her to the dreaded kennel.

"When you say that you will grind your thighs together, stimulating my pussy and clit. Understand?"

She began to grind her thighs together, feeling the pulsing deep within her, and so close on the heels of her earlier orgasm, she had to fight to ensure she didn't cum without his permission.
 
JW walked toward the house, issuing the command, "Come," over his shoulder as if her were talking to a miscreant mutt.

He took her downstairs and chained her arms to the box. "Keep repeating the mantra, I will be back later."

JW went up the stairs, closing the door and headed out of the house to the shop after getting the metal stock from the van.
 
"Come,"

She took that as permission, and quivered as she came, realising retrospectively that he was calling her to him, not giving her permission to climax. Fortunately, he didn't seem to notice. Still, she was quivering still as she went down the basement stairs.

"Keep repeating the mantra, I will be back later."

Chained to the box, she kept repeating the words.

"He is my master, I am his completely. Pleasure and love come only from him.....He is my master, I am his completely. Pleasure and love come only from him.......He is my master, I am his completely. Pleasure and ......."

She didn't however press her thighs together as she was still ultra sensitive, and she knew if she did so, she would cum again, and she really didn't want to infuriate him further.
 
JW went to the largest of the out buildings, the one that was his shop where he made items for other people. Not a blacksmith, but a modern whitesmith, with a little jewelry thrown in here and there.

He tossed coal into the kiln and began the fire, stoking it slowly to the high temperatures he would need. After fueling the fire, he went back to the house and changed into work clothes, spending the next two hours heating the metal rods he purchased earlier and stretching them into long cables.

He grabbed a short length of rope and went inside. After getting a drink he went into the basement and heard Barbara whispering the chant. Stopping between her legs he bent over and pressed his thumb against her pussy to find it cook and dry.

"You been disobeying, bitch," he said evenly. "I'll learn ya," he hissed ominously.

He went into the room where he kept the training toys and pulled out a belt with a strap that went underneath the groin to the back of the belt. He also grabbed a pair of benwa balls and some lube. Taking the lube he soaked the two balls and inserted them into Barbara. He then made Barbara stand as he fit the belt and strap on to her.

The strap had a small protrusion that rested just inside her pussy opening, holding the balls inside, regardless of what she did. He then took the rope and tied it around her neck, freed her hands and said, "Follow me," before heading back to the work shop.
 
She heard him coming down the stairs, and her heart rate kicked up a notch. His fingers touched her, and, seeing as she had not been pressing her thighs together, she was no where near horny.

"You been disobeying, bitch, I'll learn ya,"

Fuck!!! How had she gotten it wrong again? she kept her legs spread wide as he lubed up the balls and pushed them inside of her, and then fastened the belt in place. It wasn't bad, and she wondered what the purpose of it was. When he tied the rope around her neck, and tugged, she began to walk following him.

"I guess dinner is off?"

She could have bit her tongue the second she said it! He was fuming, and it was unlikely he was going to make good on his earlier offer of dinner out.


As she climbed the stairs, she began to notice the purpose of the balls, as they bounced off one another inside of her, stimulating her, making her quiver. She cursed, as she realised that these insidious little balls were driving her, making it difficult for her to resist the pull toward orgasm.
 
Arriving at the shop, JW forced Barbara to her knees and then blindfolded her. "Nope, we are still doing dinner, that was a reward for earlier, your punishment is unrelated."

He started working on the metal again, and said, "Just no dessert for you. I will have it all to myself."
 
Barbara's heart had sank as they crossed the kitchen and went out the back door. Please no, not the kennel. She didn't think she could cope with that. She was relieved, at least at first. Then she thought for moment, her eyes going wide as she followed him to the workshop.

There was intense heat from the fire, and her eyes darted quickly around the room before she was quickly blindfolded.

"Nope, we are still doing dinner, that was a reward for earlier, your punishment is unrelated."


She brightened a little at that. He couldn't be too mad. Perhaps he was just putting a line of demarcation in the sand, just showing her who was boss.
 
JW kept working at the metal, shaping it, twining the different metals into a long strand, rope if you will. "Say it and press your legs together," he commanded.

He watched her closely as she repeated the mantra and squeezed her thighs together. As she finished a moan escaped her lips. "Ya know? The beauty of them balls is that they will drive you to the edge of orgasm, and keep ya there all damn day."

He turned back to the metal, and said with a smile in his voice, "They just can't finish the job."
 
"Say it and press your legs together,"

She did, repeating the mantra, pressing her thighs together as she did. It drove her wild, and she shuddered, quivering on the brink.... but unable to quite get enough to go over the edge. It was a hellish torture!

"Ya know? The beauty of them balls is that they will drive you to the edge of orgasm, and keep ya there all damn day."


he told her what she already suspected. She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with need, hidden by the blindfold. What was he doing with the metal? She could hear it, hear him working the metal, every sound amplified, by her inability to see. She was utterly dependent on him, and that excited her even more.
 
JW place a large piece of solid gold in a cauldron and placed that inside the kiln letting it heat up, once the gold was melted he would add nickel, silver, and brass to it in small portions.

In the meanwhile he dropped his pants and walked over to Barbara and pushed her head back. Taking his cock by the base, he rubbed it across her lips, upper then lower, until they parted sufficiently to allow him to slide his cock into her mouth.

Wrapping his hands into her luxuriant black hair he fucked her mouth a couple of minutes then pulled out, "Say it, bitch, and squeeze your legs together while I fuck your face."
 
She could hear him moving about, getting closer, and she had no idea what to expect.

She gasped when his cock, feeling incredibly hot, touched her lips, teasing her, pressing back and forth before he spoke.

"Say it, bitch, and squeeze your legs together while I fuck your face."

She repeated the mantra, pressing her thighs together, feeling the wetness oozing from her needy cunt. As she parted her lips, he drove in, drving deep into her throat, not giving her a chance to adjust, choking her, making her gag. She was drooling, tears leaked from beneath the blindfold as he literally fucked her face, using her mouth as he would her cunt.
 
JW in no way finished his business with Barbara's mouth but intensified his need to cum greatly. His balls ached mightily as he pulled out and attended to the cauldron, dropping another bit of nickel in to the molten mass.

He turned back to her, cock standing straight out and said, "You need to start puttin' some feelin' into the mantra. Make it part of you."

He walked over and took the blindfold off, saying, "You are going to get to the point that the mere sight of me is enough to get you ready to cum."
 
His balls were slapping her chin, and, when he unexpectedly pulled out, she gasped in a breath , lines of salive linking his cock to her mouth, as he pulleed back, until the trails broke, and fell back against her face.

"You need to start puttin' some feelin' into the mantra. Make it part of you."

She was keen to be agreeable, and she nodded, and quickly took the opportunity to utter the mantra, over and over as she pressed her thighs hard together, rubbing them a little, and squeezing her pussy muscles. It sent quivers through her, making her shudder.

She blinked when he removed the blindfold, the light seeming much brighter now, than it had before.

"You are going to get to the point that the mere sight of me is enough to get you ready to cum."

"Yes Master! I will, I promise!!"

She began to repeat the mantra again, and again, secretly wondering if such a thing was possible. Certainly if it was possible to be trained to be ready to cum at the mere sight of him, her master would train her so that it was second nature.

Her eyes followed him, looking with curiosity at the cauldron into which he was dropping what appeared to be little bits of metal.

"What are you making, master?"
 
JW glanced at Barbara, and answered, "Something for you when you are finally ready for it."

His face took a downcast look, "I had thought maybe, this morning, that you would be ready."

Walking around the counter he stopped in front of her, his cock having lost some of its vigor for the moment, hung just in front of her face. "But that expectation could hardly be your fault, you aren't trained up yet. Eager, but still in touch with your past, which needs to be that from now on."
 
His disappointment in her hit her hard, and Barbara felt suddenly like crying. Oddly, his anger was much easier to take.

She had let him down, and let herself down too, and she felt ashamed. She continued to repeat the mantra, and press her thighs together, quivering with unfulfilled need.

As he neared her, she leaned forward, straining to reach him, extending her tongue. She couldn't quite reach him to suck him into her mouth, but her tongue could, and the lapped eagerly at his cock head, hoping that she could stimulate him back to full hardness. She blew on his wet flesh, and licked his growing cock with her tongue, relishing the chance to try to make things better between them.
 
JW watched as the tears welled up in Barbara's eyes. The emotions swimming through them like so many trout.

Her tongue lashed out, caressing the head of his cock, coaxing the blood to flow back into it. As it hardened he stepped forward a little, giving her about half its length to lick, lavish with love, and swallow into her mouth.

He closed his eyes, allowing her to worship his manhood. He whispered, "Grind your thighs, make my pussy gush with its juices."
 
She was focusing her entire being on giving him good head, so much so that she wasn't as aware of her own body's response as Master was.

"Grind your thighs, make my pussy gush with its juices."

MY pussy! If anyone else had said that, she would have laughed, but when HE said it, it made perfect sense. She belonged to him in her entirety, and every single part of her was his. She didn't have a pussy, or an ass, or a body - it was his.

She pressed her thighs together, sending waves of sensation pulsing through her, making the Ben Wa balls thump together, making her womb clench, and her pussy drip, as her copious juices began to leak from between her tightly clenched thighs.
 
JW enjoyed the lovely tongue work Barbara was treating him to. His cock expanded and hardened in her mouth. Each of her movements caused his balls to swing heavily thudding into his thigh, slapping her face on occasion.

He caressed her face a moment, looking down as his cock disappeared into her mouth slightly only to reappear a moment later. Her nipples were harder than he recalled them being before and he smiled at her, his face showing his pride, his happiness, and his joy.

Pulling his hard cock from her, he went over to the kiln and pulled his pants on before pulling the cauldron out with a large pincer like tool. He poured the metal into a previously made form and then set the orange hot cauldron to the side.

"Come on," JW said, "It's time to get ready for dinner."
 
Barbara was disappointed when he pulled back from her. She had been hoping that he would resume fucking her mouth, allowing her to swallow him whole, and to drink down his seed.

Still, she watched fascinated as he poured the molten metal into a cast, and set the cauldron aside, then she grinned when he reminded her they were to go for dinner. She would try really hard, to ensure that she didn't let him down again.

"Come on, It's time to get ready for dinner."

She stood and went to him.

"I'm looking forward to it.... shall I wear my new dress, Master??"
 
"shall I wear my new dress, Master??"

For the first time since she arrived, the question seemed guileless, a question, nothing more to it than that.

JW nodded his head, "Yes, of course, we won't know until we get there if there are any children around, and we can't have you naked in front of them."

He led her into the house and stopped her in the kitchen. After washing his hands he had her spread her legs wide. He took the belt off of her and held his hand out below the opening to his pussy and said, "Push them out, one at a time."

After a moment the first ball came out and he nodded. The second ball dropped into the palm of his hand a moment later. He stood with the balls and placed one in her mouth, "Clean it," he ordered softly.
 
She followed him eagerly into the kitchen, excited at the thought of going on a date! Excited at getting all dolled up, wearing her new dress.

"Push them out, one at a time"

She stood in the kitchen, and obediently did as he asked. She blushed, embarrassed as she spread her legs for him, and slowly popped one of the balls out. It was literally bathed in her juices. It seemed such a lewd thing to do, and as much as it embarrassed her, it turned her on hugely.

Waiting for his nod, she popped out the second one, and that too was dripping with her juices.

Nothing prepared her though, for his next order, as he presented the dripping balls to her lips.

"Clean it"

She leaned forward, and sucked them into her mouth, making her cheeks swell out, as she rolled them around her mouth, sucking her own cum off them.

Then she leaned forward, and lapped the little pool out of his hand, looking at him as she did so.
 
Her tongue lapped at his palm, licking the traces of her juice off his hand sent shivers of pleasure through his body. "Good girl," he whispered softly.

Reaching between her legs, he fingered her cunt a moment. Her body trembled in response and he whispered, "Don't you dare cum."

After two swift strokes with his finger he pulled it out and licked in clean lewdly. "Go draw us a bath so we can get cleaned up before going to dinner."

He saw her nod and begin to turn. Grabbing her arm, he spun her back to him. "If you touch yourself, or cum, I will put you in the kennel while I go to dinner. Understand?"
 
"Good girl,"

The softly whispered words warmed her soul, and made her swell with pride. She gasped, spreading her legs a little as he began to finger her, beginning to rock her body into it, seeking her pleasure.

"Don't you dare cum."

His words were like a bucket of ice water, and immediately she felt her arousal recede. She was worried that she might not be able to hold off in the longer run, particularly if he stimulated her, either physically or psychologically. So she was relieved when he told her to go and ready their bath.

She began to turn, thinking that perhaps she might manage a little secret relief, but, like he had read her mind, he spoke.

"If you touch yourself, or cum, I will put you in the kennel while I go to dinner. Understand?"


Well that was a bleak prospect indeed, and all thoughts of getting herself off quickly evaporated. The risk greatly outweighed the reward. She would hold on, and hopefully, if she pleased her master, he might let her cum, because damn it, she needed to!!!

She tested the bath water, and finding it was at the appropriate temperature, she called him.
 
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