AI art by a male friend who shares my interests. Used with his permission.

She parked the car and eased out of the seat. 

The belt whipping from the grocery manager still stung freshly as she scooted her bottom over.  A soft hiss and groan were her response that she knew she’d have to get used to more often now.  She doubted she’d have a day without marking somewhere, or she hoped she never had one.

Taking the frozen meats in first, she figured out where to put them in the standalone freezer next to the large fridge. She saw Master’s way of organizing them and followed it.  Going back out, she brought in the groceries and began to learn the layout of the cabinets.  It made sense and it felt familiar after she was done.  

She got out her laptop stuff last and grinned as she acknowledged she’d placed her things last as a good slave should.  Just inside the door from the garage, Master was waiting for her.

“You made quite an impression today, my sweet slut.” He smiled.

She grinned.  “I am glad to hear you say that.  I wanted to do you proud to who I was lent out to today.”

He cocked his head.  “You mean every word of that, don’t you?”

She stopped in her tracks.  “I would and never will or have lied to you, Master.  I…I cannot.  To deceive my owner?  No.  It just doesn’t click for me.” She shuddered.

“Come.” He told her.

She dropped her bags on the floor right there and approached him.

He took her into his arms and leaned down to kiss her hard.  Her jaws almost popped from how he claimed her.  She moaned and mewled into his mouth as he set her on fire.  Her arms snaked around him and she clung tightly to him.  

Pulling back, he grunted softly.  “These clothes are in my way.”

Ari quickly shed them and they fell to the floor.  She’d pick them up later.

“Better.” He grabbed her again and this time lifted her by hands under her ass.  Turning to a nearby counter, he smacked her down onto it.  She squirmed and squealed at his dominance.  She felt so much of her womanhood then that it was almost too much.  Fuck the feminists.  This is what a woman was meant for and to be: a man’s sextoy and used at his will.  Some tried to pretty it up and called it marriage.  She knew the real truth.

Master pulled back.  “Hold still…except…widen your legs.”

Ari nodded and spread herself for him until her sex was nearly opened.  

“Close your eyes.  I think I can trust you without using a blindfold.” He told her.

She giggled with glee. “You can, I swear you can, Sir.”  She closed her eyes and would not open them until allowed.

His movements in the kitchen were easily heard but she had no idea what he was doing and the anticipation was painfully delicious.  She didn’t even try to guess.  It wasn’t for her to anticipate too much, just to obey and let herself be used for his enjoyment.  A soft groan went through her as this fact sunk into her.  She was another appliance on the counter for him to use like the microwave, toaster, or expresso machine.  

Some saw this as being mindless.  Ari knew different and she thought Master did, too.  You couldn’t have a conversation with one of those other things.  He talked to her sometimes.  Machines didn’t, so far, work actively to please when given no constant commands.  Ari did and always would.

If Master had wanted a Fuck Machine then he would have bought one.

“Ahhh.” She gasped.  She’d been lost in thought and didn’t realize he was so close.  Something very cold, sticky, and oozing was dripping onto her clit.  It kept sliding down over the lips of her labia.  She shivered and thought of the butcher’s freeze room.  Her nipples were screamingly hard. She wanted desperately to feel his mouth on them for warmth but it wasn’t her place to beg for it.  He had his own agenda.

Though she couldn’t help pressing her breasts out to him.  Her body gave her away on that score.  His laugh told her he knew full well she was aching and loved it.  So be it.  She whimpered to let him experience it even better.

“A little cold, Chilly Cunt?” He murmured.

“Literally, Master.” She giggled and wriggled.

His hands slipped under her knees as he lifted them over his shoulders.

OH! She blanked out for a second at what he must be planning.

His tongue was hot, wet, and strong as he began to lick up her slit from bottom to top.  She moaned loudly at this tantalizing touch.  Her thighs naturally began to hug his head and he didn’t stop them.  In fact, his hands slipped down to the outsides of her thighs and pressed her inner thighs into him more.

Oh, yes, please, please, she thought and gyrated her legs to rub him softly on either side of his face.  His soft growl that reverberated through her body told her he liked it.  

“P-p-p-pleassse…hands…fingers…your…hair?” She gasped the words out as his tongue began to give her a lashing faster and faster.

“Mmmm.” He grunted and nodded.

Sweet Master.  She ran her fingers through his hair and began to massage his scalp with her fingernails.  Did Master like it a little rough?  She thought he did so she let them scratch a little bit but not too much. 

The way his tongue now skewered her showed she’d had him right.  

“OHHH…FUCK ME…FUCK ME WITH YOUR TONGUE!!” She screamed and held him tighter.  

“Hmmmm.” He hummed deeply into her core and made her gasp all over again.  

Ari closed her eyes and let the sensations run through her.  He was going to leave her raw but she didn’t care.  It was his pussy after all.  His tongue began to dart in and out like a cock and she began to cry softly, it was that good.

The wave was approaching and it was a huge tidal wave!  

“Mmmmaster!!!” She squealed and whimpered.  She couldn’t get more out because he wickedly sped up!  “Mmmmmaaasssterrr?” She made it a question now in desperation.

He nodded and she sobbed in relief as she let go of holding back.  She was a screamer under the right conditions but this was past those conditions!  Her mouth opened with a primal sound of pleasure, pain, and something more.  Her soul?  It left her body and melted into his?  A man, a master who could do this to her had more than her body or heart now.

The orgasm shook her whole frame as she felt level after level of it go through her.  He wasn’t stopping!  He wasn’t stopping!!  She let her head roll back as he pushed her into a second and then third orgasm.  Her body was starting to give out a little and her eyesight was a little fuzzy.  It became all dark.

When she came to, she felt herself in a familiar place.  She was over his shoulder once more as he was carrying her somewhere.  It wasn’t her room though.  They were going down some stairs she hadn’t seen before.  A basement?

Gently, he deposited her in a small alcove area of the unfinished basement.  Looking at the walls, she recognized what this area was used for.  There were heaving metal rings placed into the cement walls and wooden ones.  Chains were threaded through them and led to cuffs for ankles and wrists.  There was a round drain in the middle of the area and she noticed a clear slope to it.  

Looking around, she didn’t see a hose but suspected it was just out of sight.  She observed all this in the time it took him to put her on her feet and step back.  

“Kneel.” He pointed to the center of the area.

She obeyed.

“Display.” He told her as he was picking up the cuffs.

She obeyed again.  

Master went behind her to cuff each of her wrists.  He then went over to the large ring on one side and began to tighten the tension on it until it was gently but firmly tugging on her arm to that direction.  Doing the same on the other side, she was soon somewhat suspended by them from falling over completely if she lost her balance.

He walked out of her sight then. 

She heard some tools or equipment being gone through.  A drawer opened?  This was a little more intense than just a Red Room.  It was kind of chilly down here, too.  Goosebumps erupted on her bare skin.

He came back carrying a very recognizable vibrator wand.  Her trepidation began to mount.  She started to realize what he might be setting up.  He left again and came back with a GoPro camera on a tripod.  Adjusting it, he made sure she was in full view of it.

This time he left again and went back upstairs.  Was he coming back?  She had no idea.  While she waited to find out, she relived the experience with him in the kitchen a little while ago.  He’d fucked her unconscious…with his TONGUE!  Moving slightly, she could feel the soreness of where he’d plumbed her depths.  It was…very nice.

She heard him coming back down the stairs.

As he came into view, he was also carrying a small stool.  He walked over to her and placed the stool down.  Sitting, he then showed her what he had brought.  It was a large water bottle with a long, bendy-straw like you see boxers use in the ring.  There was a tupperware he’d filled with some torn off pieces of what looked like roast beef and little bite-size pieces of cheese.

“Open.” He told her as he brought the straw to her lips.

She obeyed and he put in the straw.

“Drink whenever I put this there.  Stop when I pull away.” He told her.

She began to drink.  It was pleasantly cold but not hurtfully so and it felt good on her throat.  She had been screaming, after all.  He took it away and began to feed her by hand with a piece of meat then one of cheese.  She appreciated he was patient for her to chew properly.  He’d then let her drink some to wash it all down.

He repeated this process with her in silence but his eyes scanned hers and her body as he fed and watered his pet.  The tupperware soon became empty and she felt much better with a fuller stomach.  The water was almost gone.  She’d been very thirsty!

He closed the tupperware and put it and the water bottle aside.  Now, he got the wand and turned it on to a medium setting.  “Rise up a little.” He told her.

Seeing what he wanted, she raised her bottom and pussy off the floor.  He slid the wand into place.  “Lower on to it.  I’’ll tell you when to rise and you will rise immediately.”

She nodded.  “Yes, Master.”  Lowering, she soon felt the vibration attack her sensitive spots up to her clitoris.  She stayed put and watched him watching her which only turned her on even more.  She knew, she KNEW where this was going. 

Ari began to pant, wriggle, amd moan as another orgasm came closer.  He watched her carefully and knew what to look for.  “Up.” He commanded.

She obeyed but it hurt to do so because she’d been so very close.  She whimpered.

“Again.” He told her.

He did this to her two more times before he stood up from the stool.

“I am going out tonight with some colleagues.  We’ll be dining out at a Gentlemen’s Club.” He pointed to the camera.  “This will be on and live while I am gone.  I have it linked to my phone.  It’s recording but is also broadcasting to me so I can show you off.  It has full sound.” He finished and looked at her.  “Do I need to explain further?”

She shook her head.  “No, Master.  I know your will in this.”

“Good.  If you give in and allow it to happen then the punishment will be quite severe and I will be embarrassed in front of my friends.” He gave her a hard look.

Ari would die before she disappointed him.  She nodded.  How long would he be gone?  If she were a submissive then she could ask but as a slave, it wasn’t her place to ask.  Master did as he pleased.

He was now making some last minute adjustments to the camera and checking on his cellphone.  “There.  Perfect.” He grinned wickedly at her now.  “If you need to relieve yourself in the more conventional manner?  There’s a drain so you can go ahead and not keep it inside.  I will not tolerate a UTI because you were shy about it.”

Ari nodded again and felt the weight of the chains a little more.  Her thighs were burning a little from being raised over the vibrator.  At least, he’d set it only on medium, she thought.

“You will begin now and I better hear you before I get up to the top of the stairs.” He warned.

“You will, Master.  I promise.” Her voice broke a little as the night ahead of her wrapped itself around her brain.  Such a wicked, nasty master she had!  She’d please him by being edge tortured and he wasn’t even physically here.  She was an active party to torturing herself for his fun.  She was…his toy.

He turned as she lowered herself down and felt the rising tension start all over.  She whimpered and a little sob came out as she knew she had to pay attention and end it at the right time for full effect.  His footsteps were halfway up the stairs when she raised herself and cried openly.

“Good girl.” He told her and then closed the door behind him.

…to be continued…