It took a long time before the door opened again and this time, I won't simply accept physical relief. Unless, of course, that physical release involves punching Eric in the stomach and forcing him to unconsciousness. I growled as I heard footsteps approaching me, silently begging the one who was under my wrath to be Eric and not an uninvited guest. A smug laugh and I know it's him. I can't help but feel deeply relieved. “How are you feeling, Pet?” At that moment I just wanted to curse him terribly, but the machine started up again, and all I could do was stop myself from screaming. Over the course of the night, the frequency of the electrical impulses gradually decreased. I wondered if it was the benevolence my mysterious guest was talking about. Even so, the intensity of the electrical pulse was very strong, and it had been going on for many hours. They bring both pleasure and pain, and the tendency to pain is increasing. When the current finally let go of me, I couldn't help but
Well,” he whispered, I'm so tired. I didn't sleep all night. Eric was silent and I was glad. I have nothing to say to him. Even so, I really wish he would stop the torture for a while and allow me to sleep - alone. I began to fall asleep while he walked around and untied the straps of my thighs and legs. It's odd to feel dreamy and fulfilled, and at the same time feel jittery and anxious about being released. His warm palm touched my ribs and my sleepiness disappeared, but my anxiety increased. “How are your ribs?” he asked with concern. “It hurts a little,” I say, so quietly I doubt he can hear. “Is it that bad?” he looks worried. I hate it when he's like this. I'd rather he be a cold-blooded bastard. At least then, I could forgive him for what he did. Instead, he showed me a rare side of his humanity. It's even worse - knowing that he knows the difference between being kind and being cruel and still chooses the lowest of the two. I shook my head. He uncuffed my wrists and I i
He made me walk—with traces of his semen on my chin and neck, naked, sobbing on shaky legs, up the cellar steps and out into the civilized landscape of the court. villa above. I hesitated on the top step when I heard the unmistakable whispers of conversation from others. Eric pressed his hand firmly against the curve of my ass and urged me to move forward, but I just backed away and tried to step down. Catching me with one hand, he delivers a powerful, decisive slap on my sensitive buttock, and I can't stop myself from screaming, then stumbling through the door. Six pairs of eyes turned to me at once. In them is a mixture of surprise and delight. A strong desire to run welled up inside of me, but my hair was brutally grabbed by Eric's hand, forcing me to kneel at his feet, where I immediately clung to his feet and hid. . “Wow, the whole day just got more interesting,” said a strange voice, with a mellow southern accent. His comment was met with resounding laughter. I was too scared
Eric said nothing more. He simply pressed my forehead down there and repeatedly shoved the belt down my ass. On the first shot, I clenched my jaw and pressed my hands below my knees so I couldn't grab the belt. On the second and third shots, I squirmed as I cried and cried on the carpet. Fourth shot, and I tried to use my hands to block his belt by covering his butt. My fingers graze the swollen whips. On the fifth, sixth and seventh, he kept my hands on my belt. The eighth and ninth hits made me scream and gasp. He paused for a moment, just long enough for me to say how sorry I was, that I would obey, that I would be obedient – I promised. A few more whips and he seemed satisfied at last. He let go of my arms, but I knew better than to follow that instinct to get up. I hooked my wrists and kept them at my waist, just like he did. I hear his laughter against the background of my incoherent sobs and sniffles, and for some reason my body relaxes a little. “Very well, Kitten,” he
An hour and a half later, I'm sniffling on the edge of the tub while Celia gently combs my hair and does her best to comfort me.“I'm so sorry, Kitten,” she whispered. I sobbed even louder. She nodded obediently to reassure her. Honestly, my tears have nothing to do with her, or the fact that she waxed all of my hair so painfully, leaving only a small 'line' on my 'girl' top. . However, that pain is not easy to forget. Mostly, I cried because I couldn't shake Eric out of my thoughts. He doesn't care about me at all, and yet somehow, I'm falling in love with him again. He would never kiss me again - that's what he said - never again. I trust you. I did everything you asked in the hope that you would forgive me. His loyalty was never mine, and I was a fool to believe that I could win against him.I can't stop myself from replaying that moment over and over in my mind. Even knowing that the pain I was feeling was more emotional, I still felt pain all over my body.“Celia?” Finally, I man
He stood up and watched my panties and stockings as my skin warmed under his scrutiny. I dared not look him in the face to see if he liked what I saw. Perhaps, unsurprisingly, the panties caused a strange and overwhelming wave of desire. The bare flesh of my 'little girl' became more sensitive to the smooth and soft feel of the fabric of my underwear. Suddenly, I feel more grateful to be a woman than ever. Our longing can be hidden, while a man cannot. However, keeping my thighs from closing is also quite difficult for me.I've never worn a corset, so I wasn't prepared for this tight fit. Made of smooth leather, it sits just below my breasts and covers my entire belly. I let out a grunt as he fastened my back with a quick, powerful pull. He paused for a moment to let me calm down and breathe normally again."Can I breathe?"I nodded jerkily. “Okay, Master.”"Good. If your ribs start to hurt, tell me right away.”Another nod, “Yes, Master.”There are two strange leather bands attached
I open my eyes and stare into the gloom, not wanting to move in case Eric tries to torture me more when I'm awake. My sleep is not straight at all. My wrists were tied to a tight leather corset. It was difficult to breathe or lift my arms even an inch. I was forced to sleep on the floor – although it was covered with a blanket, it was not as comfortable as the bed.I think about the morning. After Eric had roughly used my mouth, which made me both crave and lust after him, he refused to give me the relief that he still gives me now after every trial – affectionate affection. Admittedly, that hurt me. Despite the things he forced me to go through, he never made me feel cheap. Even in the beginning, when he was a more hardened bastard than this, he always tried to assuage my fears and anxieties when he was done – I'm afraid those days are over.Not since I told you I love you.Recalling that day in my head doesn't prompt me to wake up any faster, but I can't go back to sleep. Not only b
We walked like a parade. A moment of whispering voices reached the top of the stairs. Candlelight from the room below shone on the marble steps, illuminating our appearance with vivid color. The soft, warm light eased some of my tremors, along with Eric's caution for the chain that held us together. At the bottom of the stairs, Felipe greeted Eric, “It's good to have you join us, man. I saw his lovely Kitten with me too. Everyone is looking forward to meeting her.” “Felipe,” Eric greeted. I couldn't help noticing that Eric didn't sound very happy. Our eyes met over Eric's shoulder, but he didn't whisper about disobeying my orders. In fact, he even winked at me. We just shared another moment together, but my master didn't know. I blushed furiously. “I think you should know that boy is here with Mr B tonight and will be part of the show,” Felipe added in a whisper, loud enough for me to hear. The statement was somewhat mocking, as if he was making fun of Eric. I do not like it. “In