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  After she was shackled and hanging, he walked around in front of her, smiling, his black curls unruly and his eyes dark. She looked up at him, he’s so fucking handsome.

  “Eyes down, dirty girl.”

  She immediately lowered her eyes and her head. Ooh fuck, what now? I really have to learn his ways. Shit. Her breathing slowed as she thought of all the delicious things she wanted to do to him. She sensed him walk up behind her then he slipped a mask over her eyes.

  “Hey, what the—” Fear gripped her as he tightened the straps on the mask, she couldn’t even see out the side. “Sir! I don’t know if I—”

  “Hush!”

  She couldn’t hush. She was terrified, and to make matters worse, she couldn’t hear him. She strained to listen for his steps, his breathing, anything to let her know where he was. But there was nothing. No sound, just the sound of her heart pounding in her chest. Did he leave? Where is he? “Sir?” Silence. She waited, straining to hear something, anything. She inhaled deeply and then exhaled. “Sir, may I speak?”

  She squirmed when his calloused hand teased her breast, pinching, and rolling her nipple. She let out a sigh of relief knowing he hadn’t left her. His other hand slid between her legs.

  “Mmm, you are so wet, Stella. I’m glad you enjoy this.”

  He caressed her exposed clit, rubbing it with his fingers, down to her ass and back again. “No more coming for you today, dirty girl. You’ve already disobeyed once, and you won’t do it again.” His fingers massaged her bud in slow circles.

  She moaned. Fuck! Shit! That feels good. “Ahh, Sir?” She wanted to grind her hips down on his fingers. She didn’t care about punishment or whippings. His fingers worked her clit agonizingly slowly. She just needed a bit more pressure... just… a bit… “Sir,” she panted. “Beautiful, Sir. May I come please, Sir?”

  He stopped just at that moment, and she mewled. A sharp slap on her upper thigh with the crop brought her back to reality. “Very good, kitten. Now you will learn total control. No more coming for you today, you don’t have permission. And you probably won’t get it.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She sighed. Her pussy was swollen, tender, and ready to explode again. He knew what he was doing when he touched her. She really wanted to be good for him, hoping if she could please him with her body, she would get a taste of his deliciously huge cock, and her eighteen thousand dollars. If this was the kind of kink that got him off, it was fine with her, she’d tough it out. She could do anything she set her mind to for two months. Especially with that kind of reward.

  His words brought her back to reality. “I need you to concentrate. Concentrate on this sweet little clit,” he said as he slid his finger back and forth between her lips, giving it a little flick with his fingertip. “And…” he rubbed a little harder, “…hold back your orgasm.”

  Nodding in agreement, she was extremely aware of what his fingers were doing. She couldn’t move or see. All she could do was feel, and the erotic feeling of this gorgeous man taking control of her whole body was something she found shamelessly seductive. She wanted to submit. She wanted to come. She wanted to feel him inside her, and although she didn’t know if she could obey, she’d give it her best shot, but fear of the unknown kept her from submitting to him completely.

  She shivered with goose bumps as his hand caressed her face, moving down to her breasts, and finally stopping just above her pussy. She felt something slightly larger than his fingers on her vulva and wondered what it was. His hand moved gently and caressed the soft skin below her belly button. She heard the soft hum of a vibrator as he spread her pussy lips.

  “Concentrate.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she panted. If the vibrations got just one degree stronger, she would fucking explode, but for right now, they were slow enough to just tantalize her. I think I can do this. God, I just want to be good.

  “Good girl. Now how’s this?” The vibrations came faster and stronger. “You have to concentrate. No coming.”

  The vibrations were more powerful now, barely touching her clit, and her legs started to shake. Concentrate, concentrate... the pulsating head of the vibrator was just out of reach. She moaned, her knees weakening. No-no-no, can’t come, no-no, can’t can’t can’t… He kept her right on the edge of her climax as if he dared her to jump over the edge. He lifted the head of the vibrator just a touch, landing directly on her sweet spot.

  Her hips bucked, and she moaned, “Oh my God! Sir, I can’t stop it, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Her legs shook involuntarily as her orgasm started to peak. She moaned aloud as she arched, her head fell back, then he turned off the power to the vibrator.

  “Fuck, Sir! I fucking... oh shit! Don’t stop, don’t stop!” She heard a swish then felt a crop land hard on her ass. Her orgasm crashed through her, and she moaned again as another slap fell on her other cheek. “Yes, fuck!” The pain of the crop seared through her body and melted into her orgasm as she shook and trembled. She cried out, “Sirrr! Oh my God, oh my God. Yes! Fuck! Yes...” Stella came again as her pussy pulsated from deep within, more powerful with each stinging smack of the riding crop. He slapped her ass one more time as she squealed and begged him to fuck her.

  He slid up behind her and wrapped his hand around her neck, pulling her to him. In a gruff voice, he growled, “I didn’t give you permission to come. You will pay for this.”

  She felt his dick pressing against her ass, and the strength of his hand around her neck scared her. Oh my God, is he gonna kill me now? She struggled against the restraints, terrified. She shook her head from side to side, trying to get away. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she tried to scream, but the words wouldn’t come; his grasp was too tight. His other hand smacked on the inside of her thigh and moved between her legs to her swollen lips, then he released her neck and slid his hand down to her tummy and held her there.

  He smacked her thigh again. “You like to disobey, little girl.”

  “Ahhh… ahhh... fuck…” she moaned as the searing pain from the whip still smarted on her thighs and butt. A cold sweat beaded on her lip as she slumped forward, her knees too weak to hold her. “Ahhh… please, Sir. Please.”

  The next thing she knew, he unlatched her and lifted her into his strong arms. He removed the mask. Her eyes were glassy, her breathing labored. He’d taken her to a place she’d never been. The pain, the pleasure, the bondage. The uninhibited orgasm. She was spent. Her body too weak to hold her. She just wanted to be in his arms, to feel his strength, smell him and listen to him breathe.

  For some strange reason, she felt loved. Not just fucked, but loved. She felt cared for, protected. More than she ever had as a child or with Walt. Sir brought out feelings in her she hadn’t felt in a long time. Right now—in this very moment—she felt wanted, and he was everything she needed him to be.

  He carried her to her room, sat down on the bed, and held her. Her whimpers were soft and low. He held her tight, rocking her back and forth like a mama would rock a baby. He started singing a soft lullaby to her for what seemed like hours until her breathing returned to normal and her body stopped trembling.

  “Mmm... Sir?” she said in a small voice, almost like a child.

  “Yes?”

  “May I ask you something?”

  “Yes, you may.”

  “Are you ever going to make love to me?”

  “In due time, kitten, in due time. That is something you earn, not expect.”

  “Yes, Sir, I understand.” For now, just being in his arms was enough.

  Chapter 4

  As the days passed by, Stella found she anticipated the sting of the crop more and more. She knew once she felt that sting and she obeyed him, he would hold her in his arms for hours. Her training was coming along well. Although she felt something for Sir, she knew it was only temporary until she went back to her life as a prostitute, back to Walt, the hotels, the numerous men. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately for her, this meant she hadn’t given her all to him. She hadn’t f
ully submitted, which led to punishment and denial, more often than not.

  “Stella, baby. Look at you.” Her eyes squinted as her mom cupped her face, pinching her pink cheeks. “You’re such a beautiful girl, and now you’re all grown up. Probably gonna leave your ol’ mama, aren’t you? All big and pretty like that.”

  Looking over at the huge pink princess cake, she asked, “Mom, really? You know these people probably thought this was a party for a little girl.”

  “No, they won’t. Look at the big crystal 18 in the princess’ hands. They’ll know. I think it’s just beautiful for my princess. Mama never did want Stella to grow up.”

  “My God, Mom, I’m 18, not 8.”

  “Oh, now. You think you’re grown and your mama can’t give you a birthday party?” She hugged Stella tight, swaying her back and forth in her arms. Stella struggled to get away. She gagged on the smell of whiskey, and the bear hug just about threw her over the edge.

  “Mom! Please!” She broke free from her and straightened out her dress. “And don’t get any more wasted than you already are! This is my party!”

  “Aw, fuck! You ungrateful brat! I try to give you a nice party, and you have to fuck it up!” She mimicked Stella in a whiny voice, “Aw, Mom, don’t get wasted, don’t fuck up this nice party you paid hundreds of dollars for.”

  “Mom, please. People are coming. Please, Mom,” Stella whined. She knew better than to let her mom give a party, but she’d insisted. She’d treated her like a little girl ever since she was born. Even though she was 18 today, her mom still wanted her in pigtails and bows. What fucking irony. Stella had been taking care of her mama ever since she could talk. And now Stella had to take care of her one more time.

  Some people had already arrived at the small party, laughing, and talking by the food steaming on the buffet, right by the cake. She saw her only friend, Jason, and smiled at him across the lawn. He mouthed, “Happy Birthday” and started walking toward her.

  “Hi, Jase, glad you’re here. Sorry about the baby cake. Mom is such a nerd.”

  “No worries, I brought you a little something,” he replied and handed her a card.

  A light blush covered her face. “Aww, you didn’t have to, but thanks. I’m gonna go find Mom so we can get this cake started. She was just here a few minutes ago.”

  “Sure thing, birthday girl, I’ll save you a seat.”

  Stella crept through the house. “Mom, where are you? Mom?” she called out, going from room to room. “MOM! Where are you, Mama?” The house wasn’t so big that her mom couldn’t hear her. Maybe she’d drank too much and was in hiding or worse, passed out drunk.

  She heard a crash in the bathroom and ran over to see what it was. Knocking and rattling the doorknob, she yelled at the door. “Mom? Are you in there? Mom?” She knocked and tried to push the door open, but it wouldn’t budge. She turned on her heels in a panic and ran outside to the party. “Jason! Jason, come help me get this door open. Someone is in the—”

  “Hold on, Stella, what’s wrong?”

  She pulled his arm. “Just come help, come on, come on.”

  They rushed into the house, and Jason knocked on the bathroom door. “Hello? Anyone in there?” He pressed his ear to the door to listen. He knocked again. No answer. He jiggled the handle one more time, then took a step back. “Hello! If someone is in there, stand back! I’m gonna bust this door down!” Then he kicked the door with all his strength, opening it, and Stella rushed in, falling to her knees on the floor.

  “Mama! NOOO! Mama! Maaammmmaaaaa! Mooooooommmm!”

  “Stella! Stella, wake up!” She felt his hands shaking her as she tried to sit up, but the cuffs bound around her wrists held her tight to the bed. Her heart was racing, and the cold sweat had given her the shivers.

  “Sir! Sir! I had such a nightmare!” she cried as she struggled against the restraints. “My mama, she was just right there! It was so real!”

  “Hold on, little girl, hold on,” he said as he unbound one hand and then reached to unbind the other.

  She hugged him around his neck. She didn’t care about permission; her body was cold and sweaty, and she shook as she sobbed.

  He pulled her up onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her. He gently rocked her and sang a made-up lullaby. She straddled his lap, and her whole body rocked with him. “Sir,” she sobbed, “it felt so real, like I was back at the party again. It just felt so real. My—my—my mom was there, alive, and then she was gone.” She wiped the tears from her face. “I’m so sorry, Sir, I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m sorry.” She laid her head on his shoulder again and trembled. “I’m so sorry.” She needed to feel him—his touch, his hands, his breath mixed with hers. In her own shameless way, nothing else mattered. The crop, the vibrator, the spankings, none of it. She just needed to know he was there for her.

  “It’s okay, little girl, that’s why you’re here with me,” he whispered. “You’re going to be all right.”

  She sat up straight, wiping the tears. “But, Sir…” She quickly slid off him and got onto her knees. She got into position on the pillow on the floor—her arms back, knees spread, breasts out and head down. “Sir, may I speak?”

  “Yes, you may.”

  She inhaled sharply and said, “I’m sorry to wake you with my own demons, Sir. I’m ready to accept my punishment. Whatever pleases you, Master.”

  He reached down and cupped her chin, lifting her face so he could look into her eyes. “Stella, precious Stella,” he exhaled, “you have turned into a beautiful slave who knows her place. I’m very pleased with what you’ve learned in the past few weeks, so I’m going to reward you today.” He rubbed his hardness through his pajamas with his hand.

  Her pussy tingled at the thought of his huge cock entering her. She’d dreamed of it, fantasized about it. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she was going to have it. Mmmm... to come on that fat cock. “Yes, Sir. Thank you. I know I’m only here for your pleasure.” If only she could swap the emotional pain for physical pain, she might be able to get through another day.

  He got up from the chair. “Come here, Stella, follow me.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She padded after him, barely keeping up with his stride.

  Chapter 5

  He unlocked a hidden door off to the side of the dungeon and led her inside, closing the door and locking it behind them. She peeked around without lifting her eyes. She didn’t want him to see her curiosity. The three candles glowing in the corner gave off enough light so she could see the room was decorated in black leather with deep purple accents. This had to be a special room. It was too new, like no one had ever been in there.

  “Stella, here you will learn to completely submit to me. Your mind, your body, and your soul. Only one submissive has ever been in this room until now.” He ran his hand across the padded table. “Get up on here and lay still.”

  “Y—yes, Sir.” As she crawled up onto the table and lay back, she wondered how many other subs he’d had before her. She shimmied her butt back a little further and noticed how smooth the leather table top was under her skin. The table was padded like the bench in the dungeon, but just a bit wider and a lot higher. The black leather gave a little as she lay down; she was wet between her thighs and prayed her pussy wouldn’t leak onto it.

  Stella could barely contain her excitement. After all this time, she was finally going to feel him inside her, but she didn’t want to show him how excited she was. The last time she got excited, he made her kneel in the corner with nipple clamps on and a weight that just about tore her soft nipples apart. She was smart and learned fast. No excitement, no feeling. Only pleasuring Sir and she would get to come.

  He returned with some soft rope, and Stella’s pussy ached with desire for what was to come. She loved it when he tied her up. The burn of the rope on her skin and the different ways he would hang her just so he could watch her writhing against the restraint. She relished the feeling of being hung upside down or completely tied up wit
h the vibrating head of the Hitachi bringing her orgasm after orgasm, while Sir flogged her ass and thighs. She giggled to herself. Damn! I miss that! She remembered how her clit was a mass of nerves, awakened by the relentless purring of the machine. Sir made her come sixteen times in eight hours that day. Just the thought of it made her clit swell.

  He lifted her right thigh up toward her chest and bending her knee, he wrapped the soft rope around her leg and bound her ankle to her thigh. He knotted it in the center, weaving the rope like a professional. He hummed to himself as he watched the intrigue dance in her eyes, then repeated the process on her left leg. She loved the fact that he always sang or hummed when he was with her, especially after her trainings.

  Now both of her legs were tied in beautiful knots, bent up to her chest, with her ass and labia fully exposed. She mewled and squirmed when his fingers found her clit, giving it a gentle rub.

  He walked over to the side of the table and took both of her hands, lifting them high above her head and bound them together. He leaned down and kissed her forehead as he slid the rope onto a hook coming out the side of the wall. “You won’t be allowed to come unless I say you can. Use your manners and ask permission. If you come without permission, you will be punished severely. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. She knew she could hold back. Sir had trained her well over the last few weeks. She moaned as he caressed her thigh and traced tantalizing circles on her skin. She shuddered, the butterflies in her stomach churned as she realized how exposed and vulnerable she was. She shifted and felt the bite of the ropes between her legs. It felt good. She felt good. Swollen and wet, she was finally going to have him. After all these weeks of learning and crying and shaming, she’d earned it. She’d never even seen his hard cock naked, and today she was finally going to feel it inside her.