Chapter 1 - The Awakening

You awaken, drowsy and short of breath. A cloth gag is moist in your mouth, jamming your tongue back near to choking. Your body is lying on a cold metal floor, and you blink as your eyes adjust to the single intense light above you. Your cheek rubs in a small pool of your own saliva as your push yourself up into a sitting position, at which point you notice you are near naked - just a light, bare stomach tank-top and tight thong cover your body. You shiver; everything seems so cold. A heavy metal chain is wrapped around your throat and locked in place by a rough looking padlock. You follow the length of chain with your hand and learn it is attached to an eye-hook embedded in the smooth, cement floor. Trying to remember how you got into this position, you quiver and swallow the lump in your throat induced by fear. You have no idea where you are and only fuzzy memories return to you about anything – your name seems lost from your tongue. A single incandescent bulb hangs some seven feet above your head. Its glow illuminates your frail figure, but leaves the distance dark with shadows. You try to see into the darkness, but see nothing.
 
     The metallic shift of a deadbolt sounds and see light pour into your confinement from far off in the distance - up some stairs about twenty feet away. A basement must be where you are – no windows visible though in the darkness. You back up and feel a cold stone wall to your back as you see my silhouette descend the stairs. The figure is tall and sleek; not bulky, but sharp. Extra lights flicker into existence, and - one by one – they slowly approach my figure now descending the creaky steps. I take the last step and land in a bath of light, revealing my sharp appearance as I am dressed in a sleek black suit. I put my hand to my chin and - with a slight twist of my throat - I pop the joints of my neck before I look down at you. I smile at you with a sense of malevolence and say, "Good evening, my new pet." You shake a little. I start to walk your way, gently tapping a riding crop in my hand. Your nipples start to get firm in your thin tank-top and blatantly start to show through. 

     "How are you, darling?" My words reverberate against the cold air with a tone of sincerely articulated with condescension. I walk towards your quivering body; the air full with tension. What will I do to you? How long will this last? Most of all, how did you get here? Reality feels smudged as questions bolt through your mind, and you feel yourself getting flustered and hot - but is it out of nervousness or undisclosed passions for the taboo? My feet stop before you, I grip a handful of your hair and pull strongly upward, raising you to your knees and forcing you to wince in pain slightly. Your eyes stare cautiously at my stomach level and I tilt your head back and look down at you. "Good girl," I chastise sarcastically before swiftly slapping you across the cheek. You fall to the cold floor again after the impact; you put a hand to your cheek, feeling its soreness - you notice a hint of the taste of blood in your mouth. In your moment of daze, I pull out a folding chair from the wall a few feet away and set its metal legs down and sit in it like a majestic being on an archaic throne. I stick my sleek, black dress shoe down before your face. You try to focus on it as you start to re-gather your orientation; the soles are slighly worn and areas of the leather are fading to a cool grey hue the shade of dust. "Lick it," I command, taking the squared off tip and gently tapping the underside of your chin with it. You hesitate. "Come now, do it," I speak sharply, "or you may face worse pains than just a quick slap across your pathetic face."

     My icy shoe hangs suspended before your lips as you blink wide eyed in. Mutely, you lick your teeth, your mouth somewhat dry and your teeth slick. The idea of laying your lips and tongue on this lowly object gives you mental disgust. You hesitate to move, not wanting to do what asked of you, but the fear of your possible punishment begins to provide energy to move. You lift yourself up on your elbow, and hesitantly sit for a moment staring at the shoe. Breathing comes into your lungs as if under water – choked by the moment. Your thin fingers lift graciously and take my boot in your shaking hand. Eyelids drawn, you delicately place a short lick across the leather tip - the coarse stitching running over your tongue. A smug grin lines my lips as I watch. You glance up at me quickly with innocent eyes and swallow as you back up on your knees after the few more obedient but hesitant licks. The shadows seem to shroud my figure despite all light available; there is just a dark atmosphere that is carried in my taboo elegance. My lips pull thin towards my cheeks as I bounce the leather riding crop in my palm once more, "How about you turn your little ass around and let me get a good look at you from that angle." I smugly command putting emphasis on that; droplets of saliva from my articulation landing on your cheek. You nod slowly, raise your body on your hands and knees and carefully spin around. I stand and press the firm heel of my shoe into your shoulders forcing you to leaning forward to present your tight ass to me in the clinging thong you wear. My firm hand grabs your ass and squeezes it - not gently, but not with too much force either. "Such a nice girl you are," I release your tanned cheek and say, "and how nice you will be when I train you." The swift cutting of air breaks the silence and you realize - with a sharp snap - the riding crop coming down on your ass. The jolts of pain course through your nerves, up your spine, and force your eyes to tear a little. Goosebumps spread over your skin - half out of pain, half out of undisclosed pleasure. Another sharp strike lands on your ass, leaving semi-symmetrical marks across each cheek. I push away the old folding chair, toppling it as it slides across the floor, and then kneel behind you. "Are we excited?" I interrogate. You gasp in embarrassment as you acknowledge the moisture that has built between your legs - thick from lustful ecstasy that you mentally deny to recognize out of shame. I press my finger into the tender skin by the latex near your asshole and begin to peel it downward, gradually exposing your wet cunt to me.

     The thin latex falls to your knees with a soft pitter on the concrete floor. My hand grips your ass and pulls at it tightly to spread your soft flesh. I breathe deep the fragrance of your sex. I run a finger with my free hand down your wet slit, just barely grazing the tender nerves; but the slightest touches are often perceived as the most sensitive in the mind. Your saliva begins to thicken in anticipation of what will happen to you - good or bad. "So sweet," I mutter under the air as I lick your fluid off my fingertip. My voice echoes in your mind as a shiver runs down your spine, goose-bumps radiating outward from the sensation. I take the leather tip of the riding crop and slowly run it over your wet pussy; starting at your asshole before slithering down until it reaches your swelling clitoris. The pleasure from the long, slow rub sends jolts of pleasure through your body again and again at each microscopic change. I gently pat the leather tag against your moistened clit and lick my lips - each tap causing you to squirm involuntarily; so much stimulation in such high concentration. You can't help but close your eyes and release a silent moan. I pull the crop away and drop it at your feet, my hands then return to your soft ass and grope it once more. My nails run in your skin leaving small red trails on your already tender ass. I spread your wet pussy lips with two fingers, stretching the skin tightly. You tremble.

     Rosy pink and glistening with your cum, I gaze upon your spread sex. You hear my lips part as lick them in arousal; my swallowing throat an echo behind the slight murmur. Suddenly, you feel the pressure of my middle finger pressing into your wet hole, sliding in fluidly. Knuckle by knuckle, it slowly slides deeper into your lavishly lubricated femininity. You feel a cold ringlet of metal upon my finger, its metallic coolness causing you to tense your body and, thus, bind closer to my firm finger inside you. I smirk at your clamping womb, slowly withdrawing it partly and then beginning to press forward again – slowly building a momentum. Your arms collapse, nullified by pleasure and your face now presses into the smooth, glossy floor. You moan explicitly – pleasure taking its hold on your actions now – and I pull my finger out almost completely in response. Your body reacts to the tease and your pelvis presses backward to reclaim the penetration of my finger in you. My smile widens again, parting to reveal my white teeth. I finger you faster and faster, building you slowly towards your climax. The quite sounds of your pants fill the air, the taste of sex in your mouth and its musk in the air. Closer and closer your pleasure builds like a pressure waiting to be released. The pleasure burns inside your pussy - growing like an inferno about to erupt, when I withdraw my finger suddenly. “Hehe, don’t think you can cum that easily, bitch,” I laugh off, standing up behind you. I kick my heel into your hip, knocking you over. You hit the ground with a painful thud. “I hope you understand,” I say regally as you feel the development of bruises on your hip – both where my shoe dug in and where you impacted the ground. I lick my teeth and pull out a cigarette, placing it between my lips and lighting it with a brushed, black zippo lighter. I inhale through the slow burning cylinder; the embers glowing hot in your retinas. “Welcome to your new home,” I sarcastically invite as I walk myself back towards the stairs, hitting the light switch again. The lights begin to cut, one after another, and the shadows again envelop the room as I ascend the stairs. My outline again stands before the glow of the doorway – only the soft glow of my cigarette and the warm smoke remain in detail. I reach for the doorframe, and as I hit the last switch to leave you in complete darkness I mutter, “It’s nice to have you awake, pet.”