Sex Slave

"This is not the time for little boy games with the partner. Put your life out of your mind. It's finished." He paid no attention to the sobs. "It's not that you're going to die, you idiot; rather, the life you've known is coming to an end. You are now my plaything. You are nothing more than that. My pet. My concubine and my slave. I will instruct you to obey what I say. It's possible that over time you'll grow to either adore it or despise it. That has no bearing on my concerns in any way. None at all. But I will say this much to you." Once again, he drew her closer to him till she could feel the warmth of his breath on her face. "If at any point in the future you attempt to pull away from me or put up any kind of resistance to me, you will be punished severely. "

His tone was icy, and even though he seemed to be smiling, his eyes remained expressionless even as his lips moved. Martha had the uncomfortable sensation of a heated, pointed fear running through her inside organs. She felt the wooziness of another faint coming on as it washed over her. Richard seized her by the scruff of the neck and demanded to know what was wrong "If you pass out again, Martha, I will bring you to consciousness in a manner that you will find to be most unpleasant. Enough with this Victorian nonsense. Take a stand."

Martha eyed him with wide eyes and a quavering lips as she continued to gaze at him. However, she had an innate understanding that there was absolutely no space for discussion. The unfortunate young lady rose up next to the mattress while she was nude, but she stumbled a little bit. Richard grabbed her wrists firmly with one hand as they were shackled together and hoisted her arms to a position far over her head. Before she had a chance to respond, he had fastened the chain to a hook that was strategically positioned in the ceiling.

Martha clenched her fists around her eyes and let out a terrified groan. "Nice tits, if you're like that kind of thing,". Richard tinkered with one of Martha's nipples in a playful manner. The nipples were rather delicate and light pink in contrast to her skin that was much whiter. Richard took two wooden clothespins out of his pocket and displayed them. He twisted one nipple between his rough fingers and said, "A little on the little side," as he did so. Martha heaved a sigh, but pulling back just served to heighten the strain that was being placed on her breast. She made an effort to keep her composure. Richard let go of the nipple, which, in contrast to the other nipple, immediately stood at attention after being let free. Since Richard was a fan of symmetry, he tugged and twisted the second nipple until it too was standing at attention in a dark pink color.

"Good. When irritated, they expand in a pleasing manner, "he said out loud, even if she wasn't the intended recipient of his words. She was little more than a distraction for him in the here and now. "Now, I've come up with a fun and creative little game. The term for this is rotation. If I don't want to mark someone, or if I just want to see them suffer again and over and over again, that's when I use it. The level of discomfort dramatically rises each time that the pin is turned. This particular method of torment is particularly effective because it causes severe discomfort without actually slicing into the victim's flesh. This method is far more efficient than using clamps, and it also saves money." He beamed a nasty smile as he slid one of the clothespins free while Martha watched, her eyes widening in dread. He did this by first pulling her nipple apart from the rest of her body and then letting the clothespin fall onto the expanded nubbin.

Martha screamed and tried to pull away, but the clothespin was firmly coiled and remained clamped on her nipple. As she pushed back, the clothespin moved slightly back and forth. Richard smiled and nodded his approval as he said, "Very beautiful." After that, he grabbed the second pin and swiftly pulled the other one of her nipples, allowing the pin to snap shut against it in the same manner that he had done with the first.

"Stop! Stop, stop, stop! What are you doing to torment me like this! Oh, God, please! It's very painful! Stop!"

"It is intended to be painful. Now close your mouth, because if you don't I'll put that disgusting duct tape on it again. Are you sure you want that?"

Martha gave a little head shake and lowered her voice to a cry. Her eyes were wet and filled with a begging look. Richard saw that his cock was becoming more rigid in his trousers. He adored the expression of helplessness and horror on her face. He delighted in the knowledge that he was the one responsible for it. And now for the really agonizing part. When he had both clips in his hands, he pressed them together to loosen their hold on Martha's breasts. She hissed involuntarily as the blood began to flow back into her nipples, which had become painful.

Richard gripped her skin once again before repositioning the pins at a different angle. He removed the pins after around 15 seconds, at which point Martha's nerves were once again activated, and she experienced the anguish once again. He clasped and unclamped her poor nipples so many times that they had turned from a light pink to a vibrant cherry red color by the time he was through. Martha was wailing with her head thrown back and her eyes shut. Richard couldn't help but give her nipples a nibble since they were standing so proudly, and he just couldn't help himself. Now they shone brighter than ever thanks to his kiss. Because his cock was uncomfortable in his jeans, he made a little adjustment to it.

Martha seemed to be on the verge of dozing off at this point, limp in her shackles. However, her rapid breathing was a dead giveaway. The next statement of his was certain to jolt her awake. "You're about to get your first spanking, so brace yourself. If I had to guess, I'd say this is your very first time." His chuckle was resonant and vindictive. Richard removed a little riding crop from his jacket and gently whacked Martha's pert tiny breasts, being careful to avoid her swollen nipples in the process. Martha implored him to let her down, but his response was either deafening silence or uncaring indifference to her pleadings.

In the room with the mirrors, the sound of the rough leather square of the crop being rubbed against the smooth skin created a smacking echo. Martha's shriek served as an appropriate response to each blow. The young lady's large breasts were elevated even more by her arms being stretched above her head, and her black hair tumbled down her shoulders. All of the mirrors reflected the same image of the nude young woman. Richard pressed the crop on her behind, causing it to wiggle as a result. It was amusing to him to see the large ass get pink as it bounced. Martha twitched and made an effort to get out of the path, but it was impossible for her to do so since she was constrained and tied in chains.