“Slave, has anything like that happened to you before? The concern I heard in his voice was so different from what I expected him to say, that I found myself answering without thinking. No Master. He pushed me to sit up on my own and moved so he could see my face. Tell me then why you reacted as you did. His stare was piercing as he waited for my answer. I am scared of what you will want me to do, Master. I will try but please I couldn’t finish and just looked down waiting for his response. Slave, I know you are scared and I will try to talk you through what to expect but this is what I want. All of the other girls were scared too at first, but they got used to it and so will you. I wondered if I would ever get used to being a slave but felt some comfort in the fact that he seemed to be aware of my fears. I saw his face grow serious again and knew I would now have to face up to whatever he had planned Ok, enough talking, lets get started.”



He pulled me up to my feet and moved me over to stand near one wall and pulled my tied hands back to attach them to the wall. I pulled and found I could not move away, as he went to get what looked like a long stick. Slave, this is called a spreader bar and today I will use it to keep your legs spread. He bent down and tied one ankle to the bar and then made me stretch out my leg to attach it to the other end. My legs felt so widely stretched I moaned as he attached it to rings in the floor. I could no longer move in any way and started to feel my breath growing short again, however this time I managed to control it before I had another attack. Not thinking he had noticed, I was somehow comforted when he stroked my hair back from my face. Good girl, just keep trying your best and I will be happy.”



He would be happy! I don’t know why but part of me was starting to want to make him happy, though I am sure it was a touch of self-preservation as well. If he was happy, I would be happy or at least that was what I hoped. He pulled a gag out of his pocket and I started to shake my head but he took no notice. Open up nice and wide for me. I did and the ball was pushed into my mouth. He pushed my head down and tightened the straps. Good, try and push it out for me. I did, not really sure why. I can see you are wondering why I am asked you to do that. I want you to be able to feel the gag and for it to block some sound but my intention in not to hinder your ability to swallow. If the ball is in too far or it is too big, you will have serious trouble.



He then moved away again and all I could do was watch as he picked up a familiar object. It was just like what Master Tony had used to hurt me so badly, though it looked to be a bit smaller. I tried to beg behind the gag but only muffled sounds came out. As he approached me, I began to shake and tried to get free. Master William again stroked my hair until I had calmed a bit. Slave, I assume by your reaction that this was what Master Tony used on you, but there are many ways to use a flogger and even many different types of floggers. I am not saying this will not hurt you but I promise you will not be injured. I may like to play and have my slaves suffer for me, but I will never harm you in any permanent or life threatening way. I know that right now you may not believe me but you just have to learn to trust me.



While I was thinking I could never trust someone who was happy to hold me as a slave when all I wanted to do was go home, I heard and then felt the flogger hit my stomach. It did sting but it was not like the agony I had felt when Master Tony had hit me. After each strike, Master William would rub the spot where he had hit, allowing me time to get used to the pain. After a while, the hits got a bit harder and he did not stop so often. I was almost reaching a point where it was getting too much when he dropped the flogger onto the ground. He moved close to me and ran his hands all over my body and then again tried to push his finger in my pussy. I gasped as he managed to get his finger in part of the way, but still he could not get it all in.



He spit on his finger and tried again and this time he got it in and began to pump in and out. I tensed, his finger feeling too big. He pulled out and I sighed. Slave, you need to relax and let me get you ready for me or it will hurt more than it has to. I knew he was right but the thought of just letting him do whatever he wanted without resistance still seemed wrong. He left again and came back with something in his hand, which he pushed against my clit and turned on. I had used a vibrator before, but it did not feel like this one did. He used his finger to push into me again and with the vibrator causing a sensation I could not control, I was helpless to stop his finger or the orgasm I could feel building.



He was relentless and just kept the vibrator on my clit until I could hold off no longer and my orgasm rocked through me. It was a strange experience to orgasm with my body so tightly restrained the way it was. Sometime during my orgasm he removed both his finger and the vibrator, so that when I became aware of my surroundings once again, he was not in front of me anymore. I took the break to reflect on the way he had manipulated my body and had to accept that from now on it seemed that I would not have any control over my own body anymore. The thought was overwhelming and I began to cry.



I became aware of Master William’s hand on my face as he raised it to look at me. He must have taken pity on me as he reached around behind and took off the gag. I was still crying and just knew he was going to ask me why. Slave, why are you crying? I took a deep breath and thought of what to say. I .oh please don’t make me tell you. I really didn’t want to tell him what had made me cry, but when he picked up the flogger again and hit me harder than before, I knew he again had the upper hand. Ok, ok, please stop. I will tell you. He stopped but did not put the flogger down, instead running it lightly over my body.



“When you made me cum I just felt so…so helpless and the thought of you being able to do that to me anytime you wanted to just seemed too much. He must have been satisfied as he dropped the flogger back onto the floor. Thank you for being honest with me, but next time I expect an answer first time, no matter how private or embarrassing it may be. I dropped my head, another wave of helplessness washing over me. This time he let me be and went behind me to loosen the rope holding my arms to the wall. Kneel down. At first I didn’t know how I could with the spreader bar still in place but after bending my knees almost to the floor, I found I could then move off my feet and allow my knees to hit the floor.



During my efforts to get to my knees, I had not been aware of what he had been doing and got a shock when I looked up to see his erect penis just inches from my face. Slave, have you ever given a blowjob before? I shook my head, hoping that he would go easier on me. Ok, then I will go slow this time, but don’t expect this every time. I had no time to think about what that might mean, when he pushed the head of his cock into my mouth. It felt big and heavy sitting on my tongue. Suck it but no teeth. I did as he said, tasting his precum as I sucked on it. He patted me on the head and then took a grip and held my head still. The next thing I knew he had pushed his cock further into my mouth until I could feel it stretching my throat. It hurt and I began to gag. No matter how hard I tried to pull back to get it out of my throat his grip held me firm. Finally he pulled out, giving me time to breath and then pushed in again, this time working his cock in and out at a steady pace. I was gagging with each push in and could feel tears on my face. I don’t know how long it went on for, but finally he held my head still and began to cum. I had no choice but to swallow. Once he had pulled out, I started to cough and didn’t seem to be able to stop. I felt him hold a glass to my lips and greedily drank the water.



I felt emotionally drained and I let my head drop down as he walked around behind me. However, he didn’t seem to be finished, as he pulled on my nipples and then held up two nasty looking clips for me to see. Do you know where these go? I had an awful feeling that I did. On my nipples Master? He smiled and I knew I was right. These will hurt but I need to see how long you can take them for. I took a deep breath as he pulled one nipple out and then closed the clip over it. It did hurt, my groans growing as he put one on the other nipple as well. He picked up the flogger again and started to hit me all over my body. They were not too hard but I still felt each one. When he was done, he dropped to his knees and used his fingers in my pussy, making me feel like I was going to cum, until he pulled them out and brought his fingers to my lips. Knowing where they had been, I hesitated before allowing him to put his fingers into my mouth. The taste was not bad but I still hated the humiliation he was causing me. He repeated this a few times before he flicked the clamps with his finger.



I realised they were not hurting anymore but by the look on his face knew there was something I was missing. He went as if to unclamp one, but stopped. Slave, this will hurt but take a deep breath and it will soon be over. I took a breath, but was not ready for the pain that radiated all through my nipple. He quickly removed the other one and I wondered what torture he had in mind for me next. With my eyes closed I could feel him untying my ankles from the bar and then my hands, pulling me up to stand when I was free. Slave, you did very well today and I am going to reward you with an hour’s rest before you start to help out with the household chores.”