A crazy real dominion tale for all of you fetish cam lovers!
Posted by Admin on July 18, 2010
Imagine... Five big black men bring you, struggling, to a basement space. Wordlessly they strip you naked and leave you alone on the floor. The lights go out. It's pitch black. Gradually, you feel your way around, to see where you might be, to look for escape. The initial issue you notice could be the thick padding on everything, even the floor. Leather. Then that the floor and walls aren't flat. You crawl. You will discover hills and valleys everywhere. Like a California hot tub, you will discover areas molded into the area to sit. And God knows what else... There is usually a toilet from the area. Plus a shower. A sturdy 4 posted bed is inside the middle. Hours pass...
A little spotlight comes on. As you struggle for your feet, you see that the ceiling is mirrored plus the walls are covered with small recesses. Areas to attach ropes...
“She has been left alone and in darkness?”
“For two days with just toilet water, when you directed.” I have never trained a woman prior to, but I have been hired to train you. I was recruited mainly because I developed techniques for breaking wild horses in an impossibly short time. Riding them in hours rather than weeks. I turn on the observation light and examine you by way of the one-way glass. As you struggle for your feet, I silently admire your ass and your tits. I'm gonna enjoy riding you. I turn the light off, returning you to total dark
You could have had no human contact for a long time. Your body is beginning to stink, the shower doesn't work, and you're desperately hungry. For days you happen to be drinking in the toilet, thankful that it flushes. You hear the sound from the outer front door being unlocked. Your heart begins to pound as the paddle locks pop and also the bar is drawn. Alert like a cat, not even breathing, you catch every nuance of sound as an outer front door is unlocked and opened, then closed and locked yet again. Nonetheless no a single is from the dungeon with you. He's behind the inner door. You know it. Waiting.
Light blinds you, then a peephole in the door opens with a solid thud. He is searching at you. The peephole closes previous to the man enters. The diffuse terror you could have felt has a form: you are not alone! He carries a whip, and even though he doesn't flash it you are incredibly aware of it. You shrink away, afraid with the man and his whip. He closes the distance slowly, so as to not frighten you, but as his hand begins to reach out you back again away, then run. Without a word he begins whipping. “No!” You stumble across the area, followed closely by your tormentor. He doesn't hurry, he doesn't need to. The reach from the whip allows him to walk a a lot smaller circle nearer the center of the space. He keeps up a quick pace, lashing you lightly but generally. Specially your ass. Slowly it's pinked, then reddened. Your ass stings and burns badly prior to you finally collapse, unable to operate anymore. You steel oneself for the next blow, but it in no way comes.
“Stand.” He's even now carrying the whip, and you also do it with caution. However weakened from running, it truly is a struggle. But you stand, heart pounding, breath strong and deep. Not even trying to cover yourself, you stand naked just before him. “Stay.” He moves around you, behind you. Touching your back again and pushing lightly, he says “bend.” He touches your asshole (No!) and also you bolt. He's on you quickly, whipping you like ahead of. It doesn't take long for you to submit this time. “Stand.” You do it. “Still.” He moves all-around behind you, and once again his hand on your back again starts the directive. “Bend.” You desire to run, but you know that you'll only be whipped. You obey. You bend at the waist as his hand guides you. He greases your asshole, touches a dildo to your ass, then gradually presses it into you. The hand in your back again insists that you remain even now. You stay incredibly however. He has broken you. In less than an hour. The lights come up from the observation room and also you see that the mirrors have folks behind them. You can't hear them, but you see them. They're applauding. As the man leaves you hear them by means of the open front door:
“That's incredible. Three commands and also a penetration in much less than an hour!”
“When will she be prepared?”
“$50,000 for a single night with her.”
The doorway shuts, and again it is silent, and dark since the inner doorway is latched, then the outer front door. A cold shower starts when you stand with the dildo however up your ass. That you are left to ponder your situation. Will you be sold by the hour to whomever will pay?
This day begins as the others. Music wakens you. After toileting is the routine: an hour of yoga stretches, an hour of working out, a prolonged hot bath. The last thing you do is shave. Legs are shaved twice, just to be sure. Your most private place, though, you take significantly much more care with. A extremely close shave there. Should not be caught with stubble on your sex. You're prepared. It's 10 AM.
Music starts and the spotlights come on. It really is time. Your heart pounds, but rather than waiting, terrified, as you did weeks ago, you rush toward the doorway, to the examination table. The table, just feet through the doorway, faces it. You mount it. Spreading oneself as you've been taught, you wait. Spotlights shine on naked flesh. Alert like a cat, not even breathing, you catch every nuance of sound as bolts pop, hinges squeel, along with a door you've only seen once slams solidly shut. Still no one is inside the dungeon with you. He's behind the inner doorway. You know it. Waiting. The thud of the peephole is even now loud in your mind as you feel him gazing directly at your private flesh. Lifting your pelvis from your table, you push your sex out. Legs wide, the heat of a spotlight warms delicate flesh. You hold out for your inspection...
