Alice’s P.O.V.I wake up the next morning and immediately sit up in bed, feeling surprised. The memory of him tying me up yesterday keeps replaying in my mind.Was it just a dream? I wonder to myself.“No, it was real.” I murmur, gently touching the faint red marks on my wrists.When did the Monster open me?Whatever, he is so unfair. He did wrong with me, and then punished me when I expressed my anger towards him.However, I have to accept that I’m completely under his control, and strangely, I’m enjoying it.Although sometimes his punishments are hard, still I’m liking everything about him.After taking a bath and preparing breakfast, I arrive at my Master’s room on time. Today, he’s dressed in a white t-shirt and black jeans instead of his usual formal suit, but he looks incredibly handsome in this outfit as well.“Good morning, Master.” My cheerful voice fills the room as I greet my master, and he walks towards me.“Good morning. I hope you’ve learned your lesson, Alice. Yesterday
I walk straight to Alice’s room and find her stepping out of the bathroom. She looks at me with a puzzled expression as her gaze falls on me.The satin crop top and shorts she is wearing immediately catch my attention. This is the first time I’m seeing her in something other than her maid attire. Her open hair adds to her allure, making her look even more tempting and stunning.This gorgeous girl is only mine!“Master, you’re here? We’re supposed to meet tomorrow-” she speaks, but I silence her by placing a finger on her lips. She looks deep into my eyes. Her gaze is electric, igniting a fire within me.I move closer to her, accelerating her heartbeat. “Today, I’m here to do something with you, Alice.” I whisper in her ear and yank her towards me by clutching her waists, colliding our front bodies.“Today I’m going to fuck you, Miss Alice Clark.” I breathe against her lips, gazing at her intensely and rubbing my hardness against her crotch.Her cheeks turn scarlet, and she breathes, “
Alexander’s P.O.V.Damn it! Why did I want to stay with her, and why did it become so hard for me to leave her after fucking her? What was the reason for me wanting her to stop me? Why do I want to go back to her and sleep with her again? What the hell is wrong with me?When she inquired, “Master, are you leaving?” Her pleading eyes silently implored me to halt and envelop her in an embrace.Fuck! Fuck! I’m seriously going insane.I sit in my large chair, smoking and staring at the wall, wondering. Eventually, I drift off to sleep right there, still contemplating my state of mind.The next morning, I wake up to the sun streaming through the windows, and a smile creeps onto my face when I see Alice standing before me, wearing a cheerful smile.“Good morning, Master.” She greets me with a smile.“Good morning,” I reply, getting up and yawning. “It’s not our usual time to meet. Why are you here so early in the morning?” I ask, glancing at the clock on the wall—it’s 7 o’clock.“I just wan
I leave Master’s cabin and make my way to the washroom to tie up my hair. As I stand in front of the mirror, a smile spread across my lips as I recall his compliment.The encounter with him has left me breathless, my body still throbbing with pleasure. But there’s also confusion and a sense of longing that tugs at my heart.What is happening to me? I’ve willingly surrendered myself to him, allowing him to dominate me in ways I never thought possible. But it’s not just the physical connection that consumes me—it’s the depth of my feelings for him.I knew from the beginning that this arrangement was temporary, that he wouldn’t be mine to keep. Yet, with each passing day, the desire to be more than just his submissive grows stronger. The glimpse of tenderness he showed last night and the raw passion he unleashed today has made me crave more.But I also know his demons haunt him. The punishment he inflicts on me, the walls he erects—it’s all a reflection of his internal struggles. And yet
In Master's hand, there is a small ball attached to a string. As I gaze at it, curiosity sparks within me.What is it? “It’s a vibrating ball, and it will go inside you.” He whispers, pointing at my dripping-wet crotch, his words sending waves of arousal through me.So he was talking about these toys. Fuck! I can't believe I'm allowing him to take control, but the truth is, I have no choice, and there's a twisted pleasure in surrendering to his desires.He suddenly gives me a long, lingering kiss and shoves the ball inside me, causing me to moan in his mouth. I yearn to run my hands through his hair, but I am restrained.After breaking the kiss, he inquires, "How do you feel with the ball inside you, Alice?"“A bit uncomfortable, Master.” I truly answer him, panting from the long passionate kiss. “Let’s make you feel better.” He murmurs, slipping his hand into his trouser pocket and retrieving a small remote.A mischievous smile plays on his lips as he presses a button, bringing the
A few weeks later, Now it has been almost three weeks since I entered a BDSM relationship with Mr Wilson. The experience has been exhilarating and beyond my wildest dreams. I never thought I would like to be someone’s submissive. He has already fucked me in many positions by tying me in various ways on all of his furniture available in the playroom. It’s incredible how I beg for more, even when I’m exhausted. He has completely transformed my life, and I long for him whenever he comes out of me. He’s becoming an addiction. However, he doesn’t miss an opportunity to punish me. His punishments can be thrilling and horrifying at the same time. The worst punishment for me is being bound in uncomfortable positions for hours. Although he dominates me, punishes me, and sometimes hurts me with his behaviour, I can’t help but develop feelings for the monster. My heart sinks whenever he leaves me alone after fucking me or after our session in the playroom. I yearn for his affection and the i
Alice’s P.O.V.I wake up, gasping as the cold water hits my face.What the hell!As I open my mouth to shout, my voice dies in my throat upon witnessing my Master shooting daggers at me, grasping a jug in his hand. Anger radiates from his scorching red eyes, and I know I’m in deep trouble.“How you dare sleep in my bed with me?” He seethes, gritting his teeth.“Master, you were having nightmares-” I begin to explain, but he cuts me off sharply.“Shut up.” His shout echoes through the room, and I flinch, my ears ringing with the intensity of his anger. His grip on my arm tightens, causing pain to shoot through me.“Don’t you dare tell anyone about what happened last night, or else I’ll make your life a living hell.” He warns, his dangerous gaze piercing into me as his nails dig into my skin.His words and actions hurt me, physically and emotionally.“Master, I won’t tell anyone.” I assure him, my voice meek.“Now get the fuck out of my bed.” He pushes me away with a jerk.God, his ange
“No, Master. Please don’t punish me more.” I frantically plead, my voice filled with fear and anguish.“You haven’t learned your lesson, Alice. So I’ll have to teach you another one.” He climbs down from the bed after saying this. Tears stream down my cheeks as I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself for what’s coming.I’m fighting this monster and bearing all the torture for helping him. Can’t he see the depth of my care for him?“No matter what, Master, I’ll always be there to help you.” I declare, my voice filled with determination as he takes something out of the drawer. Nothing, not even his punishments, can deter me from helping him.“I’m certain you’ll reconsider helping me after this punishment.” He sneers after returning to me with an impish smile. Then he shows me something that scared the hell out of me.He has nipple clamps in his hand. I don’t like them.“Are you frightened, my little kitten?” He asks, fondling my tits and causing me to shiver with his touch.“Master, plea