Afterwards, Sally could have held her face in her hands and wept for a lifetime. The pattern of the evening was to be repeated many times she realised even then: her life as a slave would unfold in bleak monotony punctuated by moments of madness and terror. She had been tired enough by the events of the afternoon to have fallen into a light sleep, flat on her back on the bed, the silk sheet covering her torso: to be woken by the sounds of the quietly opening door. He entered; locked the door behind him.

"Still keeping you on a short leash" he remarked, "get up."

Sally rose from the bed, the silk sheet slipping off her body, and stood naked in front of her owner, arms obediently at her side, head cast down a little.

"Look up at me. I'm glad you're loosing that ridiculous sense of modesty. Have you been playing with yourself? Part your legs so I can see."

Sally quickly parted her legs for him, raising her eyes to his face. Not often friendly when he first came into her room. His eyes had a hard glint in them which always made her feel more naked than she already was. "I've been asleep. Tom. I didn't er. touch myself." She gave a small smile, encouraging him. No. She felt his finger at her pubis, hard and dry. It wriggled between her lips, and pushed inside her. Her eyes grew wide and her heart began to beat faster not so much because of the pain he caused her, but because of the way he was looking at her. One hand in her pussy, he pushed her back, till the backs of her knees were resting against the bed, all the while undoing his broad leather belt with the other hand. Her eyes flicked uneasily between the belt and his face. No clue. was he going to.

"Get up on the bed on your knees, grab the pillow with your hands and keep your ass raised high." Her heart beat faster as she saw him switching the doubled belt in his right hand. She quickly climbed up on the bed and bent over, her bottom raised high in the air, feeling slightly foolish. she kept her legs tightly together and hugged the pillow tightly.

Crack! The first blow on her backside had a kind of abstract quality about it. she felt neither pain nor pleasure the moment after it happened. Only as she let go of the breath she didn't realise she'd been holding did she begin to feel the sting of it flooding over her. He had hit her full force on both her raised cheeks. Awwww. she moaned gently thinking, god this is all right, I think I can stand this, I thought it'd be much.

Crack! The next blow landed at the moment she had relaxed her bottom and this time the pain was immediate, like a large burn. She cried out, louder this time, and she heard him grunt.

"Going soft to start with honey." Crack! Sally gripped the pillow more tightly. no. this was getting worse. She felt herself quivering, her bottom rising and falling. she felt him hold her side just above the hip in his hard grasp and she flinched. "Keep the ass high." Not more!

Quivering, trembling, she kept her bottom up high as she could. He beat her with his belt, covering her cheeks and the top of her legs with burning, hot sensation as if he was scalding her with water. She moaned and twisted, marveling how her body stood the pain of it, her face wet in the pillow. There was a pause, a silence, during which the pain somehow absented itself. She felt his hand over her cheeks, cool. searching out her pussy.

"You never been beaten on your ass, Sally?" His fingers had found her pussy and were delving into it. She blushed. For some reason, she had got wet during the beating. "N.no, never, Tom." "Not even by your daddy?" "God forbid!" "And you know you've got wet, don't you? Don't be afraid. that often happens when a girl gets a light beating."

The words 'light beating' chilled her (you knew it was too easy, she chided herself) and being referred to at her age as 'girl' was. her position left her in no state to protest. As time went by, she realised that she was the kind of woman who does get sexually roused by being beaten. Tom had taught her that by starting her gently. Later, the ferocity of his attack on her would leave marks that sometimes wept blood; always made her wet.

"No, don't move. You ever played with a dildo before?" She buried her face in the damp pillow and mumbled "Once or twice. for fun really." "What? Speak up, girl!" "Once or twice. Just for fun." "Better get used to it. for more fun."

She heard him bring the dildo out of his pocket, and then the buzzing and then the tip of it was pressing between her pussy lips. it got bigger as he pressed it inside her. Her terror made it almost a sexless act of violence as he pushed it in deeper. well. a twinge in her clitoris. his hands seized her dangling breasts and played with her nipples, pulling them down and squeezing them between his fingers.

"Horny yet?" "No." she gasped as his fingers pressed her nipple hard. "Too bad. Try to. Here, keep this vibrator stuck up your cunt. two fingers over the base. yes. push down a little. feel it going down you? Bit more. come on."

She obeyed, pushing a little deeper, wincing as her arm brushed her sore bottom.

"That's it. keep it up." she suddenly felt a cold jelly spread between her cheeks. no silly, she thought, OVER the cheeks! Then as his finger found the little bud of her bottom, she gave a low moan.

"Nobody fucked your ass, either, eh? WHAT did you ever do with your life, my little baby?" Ugh, as his finger pushed in. She felt her sphincter tighten around his finger as he probed inside her. He withdrew. gasp. and then pushed it inside again, this time a lot more easily, but just as hard.

"Keep your hand on the vibrator, baby" she felt his sticky hand finger her dangling breast once more, squeezing and pulling the nipple. It was hard not to get excited, and she felt the fear of what was to happen gave her a perverse sense of excitement. "Good girl. now relax your bottom. yes, there we are." His cock pushed lightly against her opening. Unbelievably large and blunt! She felt him pushing harder, and incredibly, found her bottom opening wider. her sphincter muscles spasmed as he pushed himself in, ever deeper, until she realised that his entire cockhead had pushed its way through inside her. She gasped. The feeling was revolting, and she would have denied all pleasure to herself, but his hand joined hers over the top of the dildo and pressed the thing deeper in. She gasped at her reaction to the constant buzzing at her clitoris. At the same time, she felt his cock push deeper into her bottom.

"Tom!" she gasped. He pushed his cock deeper still, making her feel almost faint with disgust, and at the same time, the dildo also went in further. She could sense the confusion in her body. The dildo was huge and it pressed into her relentlessly with his hand over her fingers. At the same time, his cock thrust slowly into her bowels. she felt she was going to shit, but of course, the huge cock simply pressed further. She felt the dildo hit the back of her pussy, against her cervix, with a groan, and at that moment, his cock slid all its way inside her. His balls slapped against her, and she felt his thighs against her burning backside.

Leaving her to hold the dildo, he grabbed her by the hips and slowly began to push her backwards and forwards over his cock. Each movement was a nightmare, she felt she had lost all sense of control over her bowels and despite the hot tingling in her clitoris, the dildo was pulling her apart, painfully. She let it slide out a little, hoping he'd not notice as she felt him gather momentum, and then suddenly he was roaring and shoving hard inside her and she was squealing and crying as she felt him unload his cum inside her bottom.

The vibrator was still buzzing between her legs. Slowly, he came out of her. She could feel her guts being pulled out from inside her body and there was the awful moment as he took the tip of his cock out of her. She lay panting heavily as he slowly extracted the dildo from her.

"One night I'm going to fix it inside you all night" he murmured as he rubbed the tip of it over her breasts. Oh gawd. "Yes, Tom. anything!" "And you're going to have to learn how to use an enema and vaseline. dirty little baby." He gave her bottom a slap, perhaps meant playfully, but it stung, hard. "Owwww!" "Go to the bathroom, clean yourself up, and bring a wet cloth and do the same here."

She got shakily off the bed, and not looking at Tom, walked quickly to the bathroom, aware of her bottom flaming and her asshole puckered out like a large prune. She sank down on the stool, she saw he was watching her and she tried to push whatever it was out of her, but nothing came except a long low fart. She buried her face in her hands and blushed.

"Don't hide your face." Burning, she lowered her arms and let him watch her naked body as she took a wet cloth. she pressed it against her backside, gently. It felt cool against her skin, and she pressed it gingerly against her asshole. on my god. she tried to hold herself in.

"You okay honey?" he called, in a much softer tone "Don't worry, you'll be back to normal in a few hours."

She got up off the seat, and walked back slowly to him. "I've never had sex there before" she muttered. "Sorry. didn't know what to expect." "Enjoyed it?" "I don't think so. The vibrator, that was very confusing as well. Oh." She saw his limp and dirty cock. "Oh my god, I forgot the cloth for you!" She turned and rushed back to retrieve it and moisten it with warm water and soap. She knelt in front of him and rubbed his cock gently, carefully. "Sometimes, men like you to do that with your mouth, you know." "I could imagine" she shivered and look up at him. "Including this man?" "Hmmm. sometimes. it'll be easier when you get into the habit of washing yourself inside there, and I may decide to stretch you out more permanently. That way, it won't hurt as much when you're accepting a cock in your ass. Mmm. you're beautifully tight, I'm glad I was able to take at least one virginity from you." He was smiling. A virginity I never knew I had she thought.

He pulled her up to sit by him, fondling her breasts, almost absent-mindedly.

"This is going to get hard for you, you know that" he murmured. "There's just the two of us in the house these days. And I'm the only person you're going to see. You'll get to dread and love my coming to you, and when I don't come, you'll be heartbroken." He pinched her nipple and smiled a little sadly as she gave a small gasp. "Every time I come in, a little pleasure, maybe a little pain. I don't know if that's going to become a habit for you, but you'd better get used to getting ass-fucked. There are men who will want to do it to you, much more roughly than I." "You'll. give me to other men?" "Of course. We share. You have three lovely holes in your body." She blushed and swallowed the nausea that threatened to rise up inside her. "I'm a bit new to all of this. finding it hard to take, Tom." "I know." He patted her bare knee, so familiarly she almost smiled back at him for his attempt to console her. "Tomorrow, you'll get stuff for an enema, with all the instructions." He looked quizzically at her "I'm sure an educated woman like you will know what to do. And you will cook for me from time to time, not because I can't, but because that will make you feel good that you're doing something for your master. Reward for good behaviour, hmm? And of course learning to be my whore." She looked down at her knees and tried to keep her eyes dry. "You're gong to need something to keep your pussy soft and smooth as well, aren't you? Shaving stuff. You're used to looking after yourself well." "Well preserved for my age?" she smiled, a little bitterly. "Worth twice the price!"

"Tom?" "Mmm?" "If you want to keep me in good condition -" "- yes? -" "- there's some body lotion I prefer, suits my skin better." He gave a soundless 'oh' ".and face cream. (she mentioned a brand) and vitamins for my nails. and -" He put his hand against her mouth "- a gag?" She fell silent and bowed her head against his hand, kissing the inside of his fingers. "Any other requests, then, Sally?" He got up off the bed and stood in front of her, legs apart, passing his belt back into his trousers. She looked up at his face. Unreadable again. "Shampoo?" she said in a small voice "and conditioner. I need this brand of conditioner for my hair? Please?"

He bent over and grasped her by the nipple, pulling her to her feet by her stretched-out breast. She gasped in shock. "Of course I will. But remember, you're a slave." "Yesss." "I can do what I like with you." He pulled her nipple, tighter. "Yesss!" He suddenly grabbed her hair and sitting down on the bed pulled her over his knee, as if she was a little girl, squeezing her arm hard tight as he slapped her already sore bottom with his bare palm. "I. own. you." he cried, fiercely, punctuating every word with a slap. She wriggled and groaned in pain. "Yes Tom!" she shrieked. "Who. owns. you?" "You do, Tom! You DO!" His slapping stopped. "You know the way I've opened you, I'll bet I could get my whole fist into you tonight!" "WHAT?" "Shall we find out?" "Your. fist?" she said weakly. "Yes" he said, lifting it before her eyes "In your ass. or maybe up your pussy? What do you think?" "Uhh Tom. I just wanted to look nice for you!" "And you will. I will get you what I promised. But don't forget you are still only a slave." "Yes, Tom. You made me your slave." "Good, remember that."

He left. The door closed, locked behind him.

For days, or was it weeks, the pattern followed as he had outlined. Sometimes, he had sex with her, catching her dry and forcing her. Other times, he played with her pussy and made her cum on his hand. She learnt to give him pleasure through her mouth, her pussy, her asshole. And then there were the beatings. her bottom, the back of her legs, her tummy and even sometimes her breasts learnt the sting of his whips, belts, canes. Although, as she discovered watching him, he inflicted pain on her for her terror of it and for the way she writhed and contorted her body as he inflicted it; she believed he was more hurt than excited by the thought of her actually suffering.

At first, she resisted the warm feelings he brought out in her when she saw him again and thought in the darkness of her room of the horrible things he did to her. And the awful things he told her. She had learnt to believe him, but surely. for a time, her heart was seared in anger and confusion. The thought of her husband and her children would suddenly hit her like a steel-capped boot in the stomach. She wept a lot in those days, and then would rise and wash her face in cold water, muttering to herself not to be such a silly cow, back to lie on her bed. Always rising with delight as he entered. Holding out her wrists to be bound.

She learnt to wash her bottom out with the enema, and blushed when he insisted she do it in front of him. "Very nice" he commented carelessly. "You could go on display in the best whore-houses I've ever been to!" And yes, one night, he put a black leather belt around her which had a cross-strap to which were attached two large rubber penises. He did it up tightly pulling it hard round her waist and doing the cross strap up mercilessly. "Tighter?" he asked, a smile playing on his lips. "As you wish" she gasped, playing the line he had beaten into her another night. "It will do. I need hardly say, don't touch it till I come back?"

Ah. that had been sheer agony. First as the straps bit into her, then, as she suddenly realised, when she needed to, she felt afraid to pass water and the dildo in her backside hurt as her bowels tried to loosen. She lay on her back on the bed, unable to sleep, soaking in sweat, fear and terror.

"Occupied your mind?" he had asked the following morning. "Oh. Tom!"

Tom, I've lost everything else, she whispered to herself at nights. You're my master, please let me serve you. She sometimes said it to him as well, as he was about to release his orgasm inside her and it made him explode like a bull.

She understood, intellectually, what she was going through. She had read about it: the gradual breaking down of an independent person to become a person who depended simply on another's mood and whim, however irrational or incomprehensible. What she had never understood was the sheer pleasure it brought her to be his: to pad around naked in his kitchen as he sat on his side of the table watching her: to smile at him as he came through the door of the room in which he had chosen to confine her. To thank him sincerely for inflicting terrible pain on her body.

Another part of her mind was still set in the ways she had been trained. What are the strengths of your position, what are the weaknesses? Itemise them. Balance one list against the other, negotiate. Where do you see the opportunities, what are the threats? Do you hold a credible hand? Are there any weaknesses which may be turned into a strength? Are any threats really opportunities?

Both her owner and she wanted in the end but one resolution, and they wanted the same one, together, but he was as mired in his past as she in hers and that prevented them from attaining it, their hearts' desire. Could she ever bring him to the point that he as much as she wanted to reach? Her only method (in the end) her unique selling point: her complete passivity?