Continued from Chapter 07: Toy suffers with her new torment. Master decides to give her a reprieve.
When I woke up, every muscle in my body was sore and I was sticky with dried sweat. A testament to my ordeal the night before. I slowly get myself out of bed glancing at the fresh sheet and blanket on the counter. I step into the bathroom. Going to the bathroom was quite an ordeal, I didn't feel like the bidet got everywhere it needed to with the belt. "Good thing there is a shower in here," I say aloud to myself.
I step into the shower and notice that the fixtures have changed. Now in addition to the overhead shower, there is an attached handheld showerhead. Between this and the new sheets, Master really does think of everything, doesn't he, I muse.
As I stand under the warm cascade of water, the handheld showerhead catches my eye. Desperation fuels my creativity, and I decide to test its potential. I angle the stream toward myself, hoping the pressure might be enough to penetrate the barrier of the belt. The water hits my skin, a teasing caress that only intensifies my longing. But no matter how I adjust the nozzle, the stream isn't strong enough to breach the shield. Frustration mounts as I realize Master's foresight in every detail, even the shower's design. The water, once a source of relief, now mocks me, a reminder of my captivity.
I push the button to turn on the dryers and the warm air hits my damp skin. Drying myself off, I can't help but glance at the chastity belt, a constant reminder of my captivity. The bathroom, once a place of solace, now feels like another prison, each fixture meticulously designed to ensure my compliance.
I shuffle over to the small table. I fix myself some cereal like always, but my appetite is dampened by the constant loop of moans and flesh slapping on the TV. I glare at the screen, the images blurring together as my anger and frustration boil over. Each scene is a cruel reminder of what I'm being denied, the sounds amplifying my own unmet desires.
I decide to lose myself in the virtual paradise of my computer and sit down in my gaming chair. The soft cushion cradles my body, a stark contrast to the cold, unyielding metal that still encases me. As I boot up the system, the familiar glow of the screen offers a fleeting sense of normalcy, a temporary reprieve from the relentless torment. I immerse myself in the digital world, the vibrant colors and immersive sounds distracting me from the constant ache within.
As I delve deeper into the virtual world, the familiar glow of the screen begins to fade, replaced by an all-too-real sensation. The vibrations start again, jolting me out of my temporary escape. My heart races as panic sets in, my hands trembling over the keyboard. I hold my breath, bracing for the inevitable escalation, but it never comes. The steady pulse remains constant, a teasing rhythm that refuses to relent but also doesn't intensify.
I glance around the room, half-expecting Master to appear, his smirk twisting the knife of my torment. But the door remains closed, and I'm left alone with this relentless, maddening stimulation.
After a few moments, the vibrations gradually lessen, becoming a low, steady hum that, while still present, no longer feels like it's tearing me apart. I exhale deeply, trying to calm my racing heart, and glance around the room once more, half-expecting Master to emerge from the shadows with that knowing smirk. But the door remains shut, and the silence is almost deafening. The stimulation is still there, a constant reminder of my predicament, but it's no longer unbearable.
I focus again on the game, the vibrant colors and immersive sounds offering a fragile escape from the relentless hum between my legs. Yet, with every subtle vibration, my mind drifts back to the cold metal encasing me, a cruel reminder of my reality. The game's dialogue fades into the background as I struggle to concentrate, the characters' voices blending with the echoing moans from the TV. My fingers move mechanically over the buttons, each press a hollow attempt to distract myself from the throbbing ache that refuses to subside.
The vibration is my constant companion throughout the day. Even when the message appears on my computer to be ready and kneel by the door for Master. My heart sinks, the familiar mix of dread and anticipation swirling in my chest. I pause the game, the sudden silence a stark contrast to the constant hum between my legs.
I kneel down by the door, the door opens, and my master steps into the room. "I trust you've had a productive day," he muses, his eyes glinting with a mischievous light.
"Please rise," he commands, and I struggle to my feet, feeling the familiar weight of the chastity belt between my legs. My cheeks burn with shame as I stand before him, my body aching for release.
Master steps closer, his eyes boring into mine, and I can feel the heat emanating from his body. "You've been a good girl today," he says, his voice low and rough. "I think it's time for a reward."
My heart skips a beat at his words. A reward? What could that mean? As if in answer to my unspoken question, he reaches out and undoes the buckle of the chastity belt. It falls to the floor with a loud clang, and I gasp in relief.
"Thank you, Master," I whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation.
Master smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement. He reaches out and takes my hand, leading me to the bed. I follow obediently, my heart pounding in my chest.
As we reach the bed, Master pushes me down onto it, his hands roaming over my body, feeling every inch of my skin. I gasp as his fingers trail down my sides, sending shivers down my spine. He pushes me onto my back, his body pressing against mine as he straddles me.
"I've been watching you," he says, his voice low and seductive. "I've seen how much you want me." He leans in close, his lips brushing against mine as he speaks. "I can smell your desire."
My heart races as his words send shivers down my spine. I can feel the heat emanating from his body, pressing against mine. I arch my back, silently begging for more.
His hands move to my chest, his fingers graze against my nipples, sending tingles throughout my body. He stops for a moment, looking into my eyes, before continuing his descent.
His breath is hot against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hand brushes against my bare stomach, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
I gasp as he traces a line down my abdomen, stopping just above my bare mound. His fingers graze against my skin, teasing me with the promise of what's to come.
"Please," I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire. I arch my back, silently begging for more.
He chuckles softly. "Be patient, toy," he says, his voice low and commanding. He leans in closer, his warm breath tickling my ear. "I want you to feel every inch of me."
I whimper softly, my body trembling with anticipation.
Master's hand trails lower, his fingers tracing along my inner thigh, sending waves of pleasure through my body. He stops just short of my aching core, teasing me mercilessly.
"Please," I beg, my voice hoarse with desire. I reach out to touch him, but he pulls away, chuckling softly. "Not yet, toy. You must earn it."
He moves down my body, his lips trailing kisses along my skin. I arch my back, silently pleading for more. He stops at my hips, his hands gripping them firmly as he leans in close. His lips brush against my sensitive folds, sending jolts of pleasure through me.
I gasp, my hands reaching out to grip the sheets.
Master's tongue probes my sensitive folds, sending waves of pleasure through my body. He groans softly, his hands gripping my hips as he delves deeper. I arch my back, pushing my hips towards him, silently begging for more.
He sucks on my clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. I moan loudly, my body trembling with pleasure. My hands fist in the sheets, my nails digging into the fabric as I ride the waves of ecstasy.
Master's fingers join his tongue, thrusting into me as he continues to suck. I cry out, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm. My walls clench around his fingers, milking them as I ride out the waves of pleasure.
He pulls away slowly, his lips trailing kisses along my inner thighs. I whimper softly, my body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. He smirks, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction.
"Well done, toy," he says, his voice deep and resonant. He stands up, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. I watch him, my heart racing in my chest.
"Thank you, Master," I whisper, my voice still shaky from the intense pleasure. I watched as he climbed up the bed to sit beside me, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. He leaned back against the headboard, his eyes fixed on me. He reaches out, his hand cupping my cheek gently.
"You're welcome, toy," he said, his voice deep and resonant. He pulled me closer, his lips pressing against mine.
Our tongues dance together, exploring each other's mouths. I feel his hand slide down my back, tracing the line of my spine before reaching my buttocks. He squeezes gently, pulling me even closer to him.
I moan softly, my body responding to his touch. His other hand trailing up my thigh, stopping just short of my core. He pauses for a moment, his eyes locked onto mine. "Are you ready for me, toy?" he whispers.
I nod, my heart racing in my chest. He smiles, a wicked glint in his eyes.
He positions himself between my legs, his muscular body looming over me. I gasp as he slowly pushes into me, filling me completely. I bite my lip, trying to suppress the moans that threaten to escape.
His hands grip my hips firmly, guiding my movements as he begins to thrust into me. The bed creaks beneath us, our bodies moving in perfect sync. I close my eyes, lost in the sensation of being filled by him. His skin is warm against mine, and I can feel every ripple of his muscles as he moves.
He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear.
"Do you like how I fill you up, toy?" he whispers, his voice low and husky. I nod, my eyes fluttering open to look up at him. He smirks, his gaze intense.
He picks up the pace, thrusting deeper and harder into me. I gasp, feeling the pressure building within me. My nails dig into his shoulders, and I arch my back, meeting each of his thrusts with a moan.
His breathing becomes ragged, and I can feel his muscles tensing beneath my touch.
I arch my back, pushing my hips against him, meeting each of his thrusts with a moan. The bed creaks loudly beneath us, the sound filling the room.
"You like that, don't you, toy?" he growls, his voice low and deep. I nod, my eyes fluttering closed as I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. My body is on fire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure.
He reaches down, his hand finding my clit and circling it slowly. I cry out, my back arching even more as he teases me. He grins, his eyes dark with desire.
"Come for me, toy," he commands.
I gasp as he circles my clit faster, my body tensing in anticipation. The bed squeaks beneath us, our movements growing more frantic.
His other hand grips my hip tightly, holding me in place as he thrusts deeper into me. I moan loudly, feeling my orgasm building up inside me.
"Yes, Master," I whisper, my voice shaky with desire. He smirks, his eyes dark with lust.
Suddenly, he pulls out of me, leaving me gasping for air. I whimper, feeling empty and unsatisfied. He chuckles softly, his eyes fixed on me.
"Now, toy, it's time for your punishment." He smirks, reaching for something on the nightstand.
My heart races as I watch him pick up a riding crop. He runs it gently along my inner thigh, causing me to shiver. "Spread your legs wider, toy." His voice is commanding yet soothing.
I obey, spreading my legs as far as they can go. He circles my clit with the tip of the crop, teasing me mercilessly. I bite my lip, trying to contain my moans.
He taps the crop against my clit, making me gasp.
"Are you ready for your punishment, toy?" he asks, his voice low and menacing. I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. He smirks and brings the crop down hard against my sensitive flesh. I cry out, arching my back in response to the pain.
He continues to strike my clit, alternating between gentle teasing and sharp pain. I whimper and squirm under his touch, unable to bear the sensation. My body is on fire, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure and pain.
Suddenly, he stops, causing me to whimper in disappointment. He chuckles softly, his eyes fixed on me.
"You're doing well, toy," he says, his voice softening. "But I think you need a little more punishment."
My heart races as he reaches for something else. This time, he picks up a small vibrator. I gulp, feeling a mix of fear and anticipation. He runs the tip of the vibrator along my inner thigh, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.
"Spread your legs wider, toy," he commands. I obey, feeling my body tremble with anticipation. He circles my clit with the tip of the vibrator, teasing me mercilessly.
Suddenly, he pushes the vibrator inside me, filling me with a foreign object. I gasp, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure. The vibrator starts to buzz, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
"Oh god," I moan, arching my back as he begins to move the vibrator in and out of me. My breathing becomes ragged, my body begging for release.
He increases the speed of the vibrator, causing me to cry out in ecstasy. I can feel my orgasm building up inside me, ready to explode.
My body is on fire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. I dig my nails into the sheets, trying to hold on to something as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable.
"Come for me, toy," he commands, his voice low and commanding. I arch my back, pushing my hips against the vibrator as he thrusts it deeper inside me. My eyes roll back, my mouth open in a silent scream as I reach my peak.
I scream as I come, my body shaking with the intensity of my orgasm. He continues to move the vibrator, prolonging my pleasure. I collapse back onto the bed, panting heavily as my body tries to catch up with the waves of pleasure.
"That was quite a show," he says, removing the vibrator from me. I feel a mix of disappointment and relief as the sensations fade away. He chuckles softly, running his fingers through my sweat-drenched hair.
"Now, it's time for you to rest," he says, his voice softening.
He tucks me in, kissing my forehead. I close my eyes, trying to calm my racing heart. "I love you, Master," I reply. My eyes shoot open surprised at my own utterance, but Master is already gone.
As I drift off to sleep, I can't help but wonder what he has in store for me tomorrow.