He enters her apartment and takes her in his arms at the door. As they kiss and embrace, they move together across the room, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. He sits her on a nearby desk and lightly run his hands over her legs. He traces the line of her legs from knee to ankle then back up over her thighs. He becomes curious when the silk of the stockings gives way to smooth skin. ·

The drive was torture. Pure torture. I still couldnt feel anything, she could be dead, because of me and I was just empty. I hated myself for it. Even more so. I felt a hand on my thigh, and looked to my left to see Toby looking at me while driving. I know you, she said. I know what youre feeling. But you cant blame yourself! It may not even be her and once again, youre slowly killing yourself! You ·

The torture continued for her and never stopped. - The End - ·

I shudder with my heart in my throat as I realize how totally helpless I am. There's nothing I can do about my predicament, and with the whir of motors my experience begins! Six ports open in the walls around me, and long spray wands like those in a car wash extend smoothly towards my body. They blast me from all sides with a stinging lash of hot, foamy, sudsing water as the wands play up and down my body, covering every part of me with their stinging rain. ·

I'd waited a whole week before coming back, and I hadn't said a thing to anyone about my amazing experince in the back of the laundromat. My husband Bill'd hardly noticed that I'd been gone all day Sunday, and my daughters had made themselves PBJ and gone off to their dance lesson without a thought. What did I think? The week had gone by in a daze, where everything but the machine's mastery of my body seemed somehow unreal. I'd fingered myself incessantly almost non-stop as soon as everyone was gone from the ·

The endless days passed identically for Jane. She discovered a real talent for lying comfortably on the bare ground and dozing the time away. Her dirt and smell no longer troubled her, and Bravo had become convinced of her docility, and rarely tethered her now, nor held her by her leash, but Jane took great care not to wander off out the sight of at least one of the dogs, and she came running whenever they ·

I'd get to torture her lots more even if she didn't want to live. I secured her by the neck to the bed stead leaving her about four feet of slack and released her arms and legs. She pushed up and sat up leaning against it. It was all so unreal. She knew what I'd said I'd do and yet now it was like she'd dreamed it, and woke up and could disregard it. I had to admire her for her hoping. I guessed I'd scared the bejesus out of her when I talked about frying her clit because now she was playing nice. And I loved it, like we could play like boyfriend and girlfriend, lovers, like consenting adults. She was a different person, a changed person and it was a role she'd ·

The anal rape by the candle turned into a chorus line. Several of the Castle's enchanted servants used her battered asshole. They then lined up to use her mouth. Along the way, she heard the candle singing a song about being their guest...saying it had been years since they had fucked someone and they would provide the jizz. It was awful and the girl prayed for a miracle. ·

And so it was the following morning that I awoke late, yawned lazily and swung my legs out of bed and onto the plush carpet of my bedroom. Brushing my teeth in the en-suite bathroom I contemplated my days work ahead, the further training of my new slave. Years of anticipation seemed to have allowed me to slip in to the role of a Master with great ease, and rather than allowing myself to become over excited about things, I realized that I must keep calm and focused if I was to have any success in creating a perfect slave. After a leisurely breakfast accompanied by several cups of coffee, I dressed and made my way down into the cellar, shivering at the cold blast of air ·

There was more. While allowed to run loose in the paddock, she'd been able to investigate the possibilities of escape from it. She'd obviously be unable to open the gate, and the gaps between the wooden rails of the fence surrounding it were too narrow for her to get through them, but she'd been able to find a place where she could wriggle under the fence. ·