Continued from Chapter 05: Master claims his new toy.
Master walks into the room and closes the door behind him. "You've been a naughty girl, making me wait so long," he chuckles. "But it was nice of you to already be naked when I arrived. Saves me a lot of trouble."
I sit up on the table at his words, "I'm sorry," I say. "I wasn't sure..."
He waves his hand away, "It's okay. You're here now and you're mine."
"One of these days you are going to have to tell how you do that?" I say, my voice trembling slightly as I meet his gaze. He chuckles, a low, resonant sound that sends a shiver down my spine. "Do what, my curious little toy?" he asks, his fingers tracing the edge of my neck, sending sparks of anticipation through me. I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "You know... how you just move me from place to place without me knowing it."
Master's fingers dance along the edge of my neck, each touch sending a shiver down my spine. His eyes, piercing and unyielding, lock onto mine, and I feel a surge of anticipation mixed with fear. "You want to know my secrets, little one?" he whispers, his voice low and teasing. I nod, my throat dry, and he chuckles, the sound reverberating through the room.
"In time," he says, his breath grazing my ear as he steps closer, the warmth of his body contrasting sharply with the chill of the metallic chair. His fingers trail down, tracing the curve of my neck, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. "All good things come to those who wait," he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, sending a ripple of anticipation through me. I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest, as his hand continues its descent, brushing against my nipple before circling it with a deliberate slowness that makes me gasp.
"You know how I like to keep you on edge," he says, his voice low and smooth, like velvet wrapping around my nerves. I nod at this. It's something I know all too well. His fingers continue their teasing dance around my nipple, the touch light enough to send shivers coursing through me but not enough to satisfy the growing ache.
"Your nipples are very sensitive, aren't they?" he asks, his voice low and teasing, as his fingers continue to circle the tender flesh. I nod, my breath catching in my throat as his touch sends waves of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain. He leans closer, his warm breath brushing against my ear, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. "Yes, Master," I whisper, my voice trembling. His fingers tighten slightly, and I gasp.
"Mmmm. I like that about you," he says, his voice low and smooth, like velvet against my skin. "In fact, I think that is where we will start." His fingers tighten around my nipple, the pressure increasing just enough to make me gasp, but not enough to cause real pain. I feel a surge of anticipation as he steps back. He walks over to a nearby table, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the room.
Master grabs two small glass cylinders and a hand pump. He returns to stand in front of me. He pushes a button on the side of the table and the back part raises up.
"Lay back," he commands. I lay back down on the padded table trying to get as comfortable as possible.
He puts one of the cylinders over my nipple and uses the pump to pump out the air. As he does so, I watch in awe as my nipple gets sucked and stretched into the tube.
He repeats the process with the other nipple, and soon enough, both nipples are encased in the cold, hard glass cylinders. I gasp as he steps back, taking in sight.
He steps back, a sly smile playing on his lips as he retrieves a set of leather straps from the nearby cabinet. The table beneath me seems to press into my skin as he approaches, the straps dangling ominously in his hands. "For this next part, I think you need to be restrained," he says. I nod, my breath catching in my throat as he begins to secure my wrists to the table.
As Master's fingers continued to tease my nipples, now encased in the cold glass cylinders, I felt a mix of anticipation and apprehension. The table beneath me shifted slightly, and before I could react, Master pressed another button. The bottom part of the table began to collapse slowly, and I felt a sudden rush of fear mixed with excitement. My wrists were still restrained, and I couldn't move as the table's surface changed, altering the angle of my body. Master's eyes gleamed with amusement as he watched me adjust to the new position.
"I'll be back in a minute," he says, his voice calm and controlled as he turns to leave. The door closes behind him, and the room falls into an oppressive silence. The cold glass cylinders still encase my nipples, and the weight of the restraints digs into my wrists. My breath comes in shallow gasps, each inhale pressing my chest against the unyielding glass. The anticipation is almost unbearable, my mind racing with what he might do next. The seconds tick by like hours, each one stretching my nerves tauter. Then, the sound of the door opening breaks the silence.
Master returns with the stirrups. He sets them up at the foot of the table, the metal gleaming under the harsh light. I watch, a mix of fear and anticipation swirling in my stomach, as he adjusts the height and ensures they're sturdy. "Legs up," he commands, his voice firm but calm. I hesitate for a moment, then slowly lift my legs, placing them in the stirrups. The leather straps are cool against my skin, and he tightens them just enough to hold me in place. I feel exposed, vulnerable, as he steps back to admire the view.
"You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?" he asks, his voice low and commanding, yet laced with a hint of amusement. I nod, my breath catching in my throat as his eyes lock onto mine, filled with an intensity that makes my heart race. The cold glass cylinders still encase my nipples, and the pressure from the suction sends a constant, throbbing sensation through me. The stirrups hold my legs in place, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable. Master takes a step closer, his hand brushing against my inner thigh, sending a shiver down my spine.
Master steps back, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face as he takes in my helpless form. My body is now completely exposed to him, every inch of skin bare and vulnerable. He walks over to a nearby table, his footsteps echoing in the room, and returns with a small, leather-bound box.
Out of the box he pulls out a long hypodermic needle. My heart skips a beat as he approaches me, the needle glinting in the dim light. He kneels down in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine.
"This is going to feel strange," he warns, his voice low and smooth. He places the tip of the needle against the side of my thigh, and I gasp as he pushes it into my skin. I feel a cold, prickling sensation spread through my body, and then nothing.
"What did you give me?" I manage to whisper, my voice thick with fear.
"It's just a birth control. I wouldn't want my toy getting pregnant. At least not yet..." he says, his voice low and teasing.
I feel a wave of relief wash over me as I realize what he's given me. But then, I remember where I am and who I'm with. I swallow hard, trying to calm my racing heart.
His fingers trail through the soft curls of my pubic hair, the touch sending a shiver down my spine. "I think you'd look better bare down here," he murmurs, his voice low and deliberate. The sensation of his fingers intertwining with my hair is both soothing and unsettling, a reminder of the control he wields over every part of me.
He picks up the razor and shaving cream from the table, the items clinking softly as he sets them down beside me. His eyes meet mine, filled with a knowing glint. Without a word, he squeezes a generous amount of shaving cream onto his fingers, the cool foam a stark contrast to the warmth of his touch as he applies it to my pubic area. I tense slightly, the unfamiliar sensation drawing a nervous breath from my lips. His fingers move with practiced precision, spreading the cream evenly before he raises the razor.
As the razor glides over my skin, the cool blade contrasts sharply with the warmth of his touch. He shaves me with meticulous care, each stroke deliberate and precise, the sound of the razor against my skin echoing in the silent room. When he finishes, he steps back, admiring his handiwork with a satisfied smirk. "You will be responsible for keeping this maintained," he says, his voice dripping with control. His fingers brush against my now-smooth skin, sending a shiver through me.
His fingers glide over the smooth skin he's just revealed, the touch sending a ripple of mixed emotions through me. "Perfect," he murmurs, his satisfaction evident as he steps back to admire his work. The cool air of the room brushes against my newly exposed flesh, heightening my awareness of every inch of my body.
"Do you like the nipple suckers, Toy?" he asks, his voice low and teasing, breaking the silence that followed his meticulous grooming. I swallow hard, the dryness in my throat making my voice barely audible as I whisper, "Yes, Master." The glass cylinders still encase my nipples, the suction creating a relentless throbbing that mixes with the cool air brushing against my newly bare skin. His fingers trail over the smooth area he'd shaved, the touch sending shivers through me, and I feel a surge of vulnerability as his gaze lingers on me.
"That's good, because you will wear them often. Over time the suction will lengthen your nipples. I find that longer nipples are more fun to play with," he explains, his voice calm but filled with an underlying excitement. I nod, my heart racing as I try to process his words.
"Now, I think it's time for a reward," he says, his voice deepening with desire.
He leans in, his lips brushing against the inside of my thighs as he begins to kiss me there. The sensation is both electrifying and unsettling, sending a jolt of arousal through me despite the fear that still lingers. His mouth moves higher, his lips grazing my now bare mound, sending a shiver through me. He pauses, his breath hot against my skin, before trailing his tongue along the newly shaved area. The wet heat of his mouth contrasts sharply with the cool air, causing me to gasp softly. His tongue moves with deliberate precision, tasting every inch of my newly exposed skin, the sensation both pleasurable and unnerving.
As his tongue continues to explore, I feel my body responding to his touch, the fear giving way to a growing desire. His hands move over my body, tracing the lines of my flesh, the cool touch of his fingers adding to the sensation. I arch my back, pushing myself further into his touch, the table creaking under my weight.
Suddenly, he pulls away, breaking the intense connection we shared. I whimper softly, feeling a pang of loss at the sudden absence of his touch. He smirks, the expression both arrogant and satisfied.
I grit my teeth, trying to ignore the ache that his withdrawal has left behind. "Please, Master," I whisper, my voice barely audible.
He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Oh, don't worry, Toy. Your reward is coming soon enough."
I swallow hard, my throat dry. I can feel the table shifting beneath me, the straps digging into my skin. Suddenly, he reaches out and turns up the angle of the table, forcing me into a more vulnerable position.
"There, that's better," he says, his voice echoing through the room.
I swallow hard, my heart racing as I try to process the sudden change in position. The straps dig into my skin, holding me firmly in place. I feel a wave of fear wash over me as I realize how vulnerable I am in this position. My master leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. "You're going to be a good girl, aren't you?" he whispers, his voice low and seductive. I nod, my voice caught in my throat. He chuckles darkly, his hands roaming over my body, feeling every inch of me. I shiver at his touch, a combination of fear and arousal coursing through my veins.
Suddenly, I feel his fingers brush against the glass cylinders, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I gasp, my eyes fluttering shut as I try to contain the wave of pleasure that washes over me.
He inserts a finger into my wetness, slowly pumping in and out as he continues to tease me by lightly flicking the cylinders. "Mmm, you're so wet for me," he murmurs, his voice filled with desire. He continues to finger me, his thumb circling my clit as he pushes a second finger into my tightness. I moan, unable to contain the pleasure that's building within me. "You like that, don't you?" he asks, his voice low and seductive. I nod, unable to speak as he continues to finger me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
He increases the pace of his fingers, thrusting in and out of my wetness as he squeezes my nipples. I moan louder, my body trembling with pleasure. "That's it, Toy," he says, his voice filled with excitement. "Let go for me." He pulls out his fingers, leaving me empty and wanting. "I'm going to fuck you now," he says, his voice low and commanding. He positions himself at my entrance, his thick cock pressing against my wetness. He thrusts into me, filling me completely. I gasp, my body tensing as he begins to move, his thrusts hard and fast. "You're mine," he growls, his voice filled with desire.
As he continues to pound into me, I feel a wave of pleasure wash over me. My body trembles with each thrust, my moans echoing through the room. His hands roam over my body, touching every inch of my skin. He reaches down between us, finding my clit, and circles it with his finger. The sensation sends shivers down my spine, making me even more aroused.
I can feel my orgasm building, the tension in my body growing stronger with each passing second.
My master's thrusts are harder and faster now, his hips slapping against mine in a rhythmic pattern. His hand on my clit sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body, making it impossible to contain the orgasm that's building inside me.
"That's it, Toy," he whispers, his voice filled with desire. "Let go for me."
And then, I do. My body shudders, my muscles tensing up as I release into him. I moan loudly, my voice echoing through the room. His thrusts slow down, becoming deeper and more powerful as he feels me cumming.
He continues to move, his hips rocking against mine, prolonging my orgasm. I can feel him throbbing inside me, his movements becoming more erratic as he nears his own climax. "That's it, Toy," he whispers, his voice filled with desire. "Give me everything you've got." He leans in close, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, "I'm going to fill you up with my seed." With a final thrust, he pushes deep inside me, his body tensing up as he releases. I can feel his hot seed filling me, and I moan, my body still shaking with pleasure.
As he pulls out of me, he smiles, satisfied with our encounter. He wipes his hand on a nearby towel, removing any remaining traces of our intimacy. He then walks over to the table and picks up a bottle of liquid. He pours some of it onto a cloth and approaches me again.
"Time to clean up," he says, his voice still filled with excitement. He gently wipes my skin. As he does so, he hums a soft tune, his fingers dancing across my skin.
"There," he says, finishing his task. "All clean."
He smiles at me, his eyes filled with satisfaction. He walks over to the table and presses a button, and the table begins to retract, pulling me up with it. He unties the straps and helps me off the table.
As I stand before him, he grabs the metal collar from the table and puts it around my neck. The ends click and lock together, securing it tightly. "Almost forgot," he says, his voice filled with amusement. He runs his fingers through my hair, pushing it back behind my ears. "You look beautiful, Toy."
The hallway is dimly lit as before and it's only a few steps to my room. It's the same as it was before, mirrors on the walls, single bed, my computer in the corner, and the ever present TV mounted in the other corner of the room playing porn 24/7. I see my box of things on the bed that I labeled "Toy's Box" per his instructions.
He walks over to the bed and gestures for me to sit down. I hesitate for a moment, but then do as he asks. He smiles at me, his eyes filled with a mix of affection and control.
"Welcome to your new life," he says, his voice filled with warmth. He sits down next to me, his hand gently brushing against my thigh.
"I know this might be a lot to take in," he continues, "but I want you to know that I'm here for you. You can trust me."
His words resonate within me, calming my nerves. As he speaks, he gently brushes his fingers against my thigh, sending shivers down my spine.
"There will be times I can and will push you to your very limits, but understand I will never do anything to seriously hurt you," he continues. His voice is soft yet commanding, filling the room with his presence.
"You're my toy now, Toy," he says with a smile. "And I don't plan on sharing you with anyone else. I don't like anyone else playing with my toys." His eyes lock onto mine, holding me captive in their gaze.
I swallow hard, feeling both scared and excited by his words. I can't help but feel a strange sense of anticipation, even though I know what's coming next.
He leans in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "I'm going to teach you how to please me," he whispers. "And in return, I'll make sure you have everything you need."
His hand moves up my thigh, tracing gentle circles around my sensitive flesh. I gasp as a wave of pleasure washes over me.
"You're so responsive," he murmurs.
"And very distracting..." he says with a smirk.
He stands, his hand lingering on my thigh for a moment before he pulls away. I watch him walk towards the door, my eyes following his every movement.
"I'll leave you to it."
He exits the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I look around the room, trying to process everything that just happened. The mirrors on the walls reflect my naked body, making me feel vulnerable and exposed.
I get up from the bed and walk over to the computer in the corner. I sit down and turn it on, hoping to get lost in some virtual world and clear the thoughts racing through my mind.