This is the second chapter, if you haven't read the first chapter you probably should before you proceed.
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Chapter 2
The morning after, Nic was so excited he woke up well before 9 am. What if she didn’t come? He wasn’t quite sure what he would do. At two minutes to 9, he heard the door open quietly and someone coming into his apartment. He lay there, listening to the sounds from the his kitchen. He heard the frying pan, he smelled bacon and he could hear the water boil. It would seem she was doing her job. After a while he heard her movements stop and the room go quiet.
He knew she was done, and that she would now be waiting on her knees on the floor like he had told her, but he wanted to wait it out a bit. Perhaps she would break orders and come and wake him up? Or maybe she would get up and walk around, breaking the rules? Or maybe even, she would leave?
After about ten minutes he got up and made his way to the kitchen without dressing. And there, on the kitchen floor, on her knees, with her eyes down on the floor, she was. His naked beauty. She had medium length, blonde hair that ran slightly past her shoulders. Her frame was quite small, and her boobs would fill B cups well, but perhaps look small in C cups. He couldn’t see her eyes, but he knew those beautiful stormy blue eyes were looking at his feet now.
She sat with her legs tight together, resting that gorgeous ass on her heels and feet. When he came in, he didn’t say a word. Without looking at her, he walked over to the table and sat down. There were scrambled eggs, a few slices of toast with butter on the side, a few tomatoes on the side and some bacon, a pot of tea and some orange juice. He poured some tea into the cup that was prepared and instantly saw her fault.
She had probably prepared the tea as the last thing, then sat down to wait for him. In the 10 minutes that he had made her wait she had left the tea leaves in the tea, and it was now almost completely opaque and undrinkable. He took a small sip, and indeed, the tea was unbearably bitter.
He pushed his chair back from the table and, in a calm voice said: “Come here and put yourself over my lap,” She didn’t respond immediately, probably confused about why, but then she moved and came over to him. She walked up to his left side and lay over his lap so that he ass was sticking out and her boobs were pressing into his thighs.
“Other side! You stupid slut, I’m right handed. Move to the other side,” he said, wanting to see how she reacted to degrading speech. Without giving any further reaction, she got up and came to the right side. He was liking this. Her obedient nature was shining through.
When she was firmly placed on his lap, he let his hand roam over her ass with one specific purpose, and to his delight, he found it. The buttplug was indeed firmly placed in her ass just like he had ordered her to. He took a hold of the base of it and pulled it out a bit. She made the first sound of the day and let out a little yelp. That told him it had been in there for quite a while, because her muscles had adjusted to the slimmer base, rather than having just been stretched for the widest part.
“You shouldn’t have left the tea leaves in the water while waiting for me. Don’t you know how to make tea, bitch?” he said very quietly, yanking her hair up and back at ‘bitch’, forcing her to arch her neck back.. Then he placed put his hand on her ass again and
*SMACK*
“AAAAUUUGH!” she screamed out as he gave her the first strike.
“Did I tell you to make a sound?” he asked her rhetorically, “You are going to shut up for 10 strikes, each time you make a sound, the strike doesn’t count. You need to learn to be quiet, obedient and take your punishment like a good slave,”
He raised his hand again and let it come down on the same cheek, hard. This time she didn’t make any sound, but he could feel her jump when he hit her. For another three strikes she shut up, but on when he, still on the same cheek, hit her for the fifth counting strike, she yelped and jumped. Half of her ass was flaming red by now.
“Well, that doesn’t count then.”
“Five!” he said when he hit the first strike, this time on the other side of her ass. Through another couple of strikes she shut up and took her spanking, but on the eighth she let out a long pained scream.
“AAAUUUGH! I’m sorry, Master, I can’t do it,” she said, weakly.
He hit her again, but every time she screamed.
“I'm sorry… I can't!”
“Very well, but I’m going to finish up your last two strikes,” he said, and she let out a sigh of relief. She thought he would let her go that easily. He struck each cheek this time at full power, and she screamed out on both.
“What do we say when someone gives you something?” he asked her, as if talking to a child.
“Thank you … Master” came the reply quietly and somewhat shaking, hesitating on master. Her ass was crimson red and when he rested his hand on it, she jumped. The tormented skin was radiating heat and she started squirming when he rubbed her hand on her sensitive cheeks.
“You didn’t take your punishment like you were supposed to, and we have to compensate for that. Go to my room, on the bed you will find a bag of tricks. Take out the nipple clamps and come back with them,”
“Sit!” He said, when she came back. She gave the clamps to him, a set of mean looking jagged teeth with a small chain between them, then sat down on her knees with her head down. He squatted next to her, took one breast into his hand and found that her nipple was completely hard. Pleased that she was that aroused, he held the boob with one hand and placed the clamp with the other. As he let the teeth bite into her, she shook and tried moving away, but he reacted quickly and took a hold of her hair, pulling her towards him. He then repeated the operation on the other side.
He stood up admiring his work and felt a surge of power as he saw her there on the floor, gaze down and nipples connected with a chain. He wanted to take her right there and his member was painfully hard, but instead, he sat down and started eating, ignoring that the food was cold.
While he was eating his food she was waiting on the floor. Her knees were hurting, but that was completely overshadowed by the unbearable pain in her nipples. They felt like they were being burned and all her concentration was focused on not jumping up and ripping them off. She was trembling, but she couldn’t help but feel her juices running from her pussy.
When he finished eating, he stretched a bit, then said: “Come over here and make me cum with your mouth,” Still with the nipple clamps on, she scooted over, under the table, and grabbed a hold of his hard cock. She took it quickly into her mouth, not hesitatingly like the day before. She applied suction to it slowly bobbed her head down on it. When she reached the back of her mouth she stopped and went out again. She didn’t take it into her throat. “That is something we are going to have to fix,” he thought, smiling to himself. He leaned back and let her do her work, and when he came, he commanded her to swallow, expecting her to protest.
To his surprise, she didn’t. She just looked at him between the edge of the table and his cock, and very deliberately swallowed. “Thank you, Master” she said, having swallowed.
“I think you quite enjoyed that, slut” he said, looking down at her, her eyes glowing back at him. “Yes, master, I did,” then she realised what she had said, and turned crimson in the face.
The rest of the morning was spent just watching her clean up the kitchen, then placing his feet on her back for a while, while reading on the sofa. He commanded her for minor things such as getting her drinks or massaging his feet, but she didn’t protest. He had expected having to train her further, but she seemed to be a natural slave. She didn’t even protest when he, having returned from the bathroom, told her to clean his cock. There was still a drop of piss on his slit, but she put it delicately into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.
As a reward for her good behaviour, he had decided that he was going to postpone the darker things he wanted to try on her, and was satisfied with fucking her before going to sleep. He had told her to sleep with him, in his own bed, as a sign that she was now part of his house, but told her that she shouldn’t expect to every day. Before he drifted off to sleep, he whispered to her: “You have been a good slave today. You’re going to like this if you continue to be,”
In the morning, while he liked getting up early, he wasn’t pleased when he was awoken by his slut. He stirred and soon found that she was sucking him, probably thinking it would be a nice surprise. It was not.
He sat up, took hold of her hair and dragged her on the floor. He had made preparations for when he had to punish her properly, and while he placed a rope cuff on her wrists, which he then attached to a hook in the roof and tightened just enough to leave her standing on her tiptoes, he explain calmly why she was going to be punished.
“I appreciate that you wanted to do something nice for me, but I want you to submit to me, to do as I command you to. You are my property, and you are not to make any assumptions. Yes you are to please me, but only in ways which I tell you.”
He put a blindfold on her and placed a ball gag in her mouth, he couldn’t have too much screaming, or the neighbours would be alarmed. He first took out a long vibrator attached in reverse to a strap on belt, so that it could be inserted into her and fastened there. He turned in on and did exactly that. When he slipped it into her, she was soaking wet, and the vibrator went in easily. The buzzing sound was muted, but her soft moan through the ballgag told him it was still on. Now her holes were all plugged up.
He then reattached the nipple clamps he had used the day before. This made her yelp through the gag, because even though she wasn’t as surprised as yesterday, her nipples were sore and sensitive. But her yelp turned to a long, drawn out scream when he placed a weight on the chain that connected the two clamps.
The next item to be produced was a heavy cat o’ nine tails, not one of those flimsy things you would see in porn, but one that could give actual pain, yet was not as dangerous to wield as a whip. He didn’t want to permanently damage her, only make her suffer. He wanted to tie the pleasure from the vibrator to the pain of the whip. Connecting the two together, he was hoping to train her as his pain slut. His initial plan had been to blackmail her and use her for what he wanted, but ultimately discard her. Now, seeing her submissive nature and how well she took training, a more long term approach was placed in his mind.
Seeing her blindfolded, gagged and penetrated form was arousing to him and he just wanted to bend her over and give himself the release he craved. But he had a job to do. He took up the flogger and dragged its tails slowly over the skin on her back. She cringed away and squealed when it first touched her delicate, soft skin. Her body on fire and her skin really sensitive from the vibrator tormenting her sex. Then, without warning, he drew back his arm and
“SMACK!”. She screamed through the gag, which came out as more of a “Mmmaaaiii!”. The strips of leather formed a large red area slightly below her right shoulder, and he could see the skin starting to swell immediately.
The next hit he aimed at her pale, delicate bottom. He let it fall even harder than the first one, knowing that the muscles there are protected by a thicker layer of fat, preventing any permanent damage. It was followed while she was still screaming by one on the back of her thigs, this one a lot softer, but probably equally painful. As he drew back the flogger he saw that, running down between her legs, were a drop of liquid. “The slut is actually dripping wet,” he thought, and smirked. In quick succession he gave her a series of hit across her bottom again, seeing red welt starting to form as he abused the beautiful milky skin.
He walked around her, making deliberate steps so that she could follow his movement even though she was blindfolded. Then in quick succession, almost without hesitating as to not give her any warning, he lay two strikes on her decently sized breasts, the nipple clamps and making them pop off. The sudden release of the nipple clamps was probably extremely painful, and for a whole minute she wailed as the blood returned to her tormented nipples.
When she had stopped wailing, he walked up close to her and very softly put his hand around her chin. She winced, but he held fast, and a moment later, he softly leaned in and kissed her lips. It was a long lingering kiss.
Both had frozen, but their lips were also frozen together. The contrast to the brutal treatment just a minute earlier was so stark that the kiss seemed tender, almost angelic.
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Wait! He kissed me? What the hell!
She had been surprised when he stopped and had put his hand on her chin, not because of the pause itself, or not even because he touched her, but because of the tenderness of his touch. He had put his hand on her chin so softly that it suddenly felt like a whole other person. And then he had KISSED her?! She had just frozen, not moving, not knowing what to do. But as he pulled back she felt a series of butterflies in her tummy. They were challenged by the butterflies wearing swords and armor, trying to tell her that this guy had blackmailed her and raped her, but as she thought about the way he had put her lips on his, she couldn’t help but feel those fighting butterflies fall over dead and be replaced by pink butterflies.
Then he felt his hands behind her head loosening the ball gag, then her hands, and as she suddenly slumped to the floor, her body not strong enough to hold itself, he caught her and picked her up. He made it seems easy. She wasn’t heavy, she knew that, but he picked her up in his arms with an ease that made her feel safe.
He lay her on a cold, hard surface with edges, she guessed the bathtub, but she couldn’t see yet.
“Lift your ass a bit,” he said, and his voice startled her, because it was now soft and caring, not hard like the Master that had talked to her before. As she lifted her bottom from the cold surface he carefully slipped the buttplug slowly out of her, only making her wince a little as the biggest part of it passed her opening. Then she felt his hands remove the belt that held the vibrator, and seconds later she felt the vibrator slip out of her and some of her own juices drip on her leg. She’d been that wet then.
When he’d finished all that, she felt his hands behind her head, and a second later she could see again. She knew her eyes were wet with tears, but she still managed to look up at him with a questioning look, as if to say: “Why are you doing this?”
He looked at her with a confused face, then quickly pulled his eyes from her and turned the tap, filling the tub with delicious, soothing hot water. He let it fill the tub and as the hot water touched her beaten, red skin, she moaned, partly in pain from the sting, and partly in relief from the warm feeling that spread through her, replacing the panicked, pained state she had been in. She felt his hands run over her, and slowly, he massaged her muscles. First her shoulders, then her back, moving slowly down, but spending more time on the area that had been stretched from being tied up. His hands also roamed on her bottom, the skin still red, but the combination of his surprisingly soft hands and the hot water soon made her forget about the throbbing feeling she had felt.
Too soon she heard the water drain from the tub and was asked to stand, in a slightly commanding tone, but not a commanding tone that warranted a threat if it wasn’t follow to point. He patted her down with some towels, then took her hand had led her into the bed.
“You can sleep her if you want, or just rest if you can’t sleep,” he said, then tucked the blanket over her naked body and turned to leave, but as he reached the door he stopped.
“I’m sorry I had to do that. I might have gone, eh, gone too far…” There was a pause, then “I’m sorry,” and he hurried out of the room.
He thought he’d gone too far? I thought he didn’t care… But he does. What is going on? He seemed really guilty. Maybe he cares after all. I didn’t think this was going to end this way. I expected to hate him for doing all that to me, but now…
She had passed out within a minute of him leaving the room. He heard some faint noises of a shower, but it all seemed far away and she was exhausted.
When she woke again, she was confused as to where she was. Her body told her she was in a comfortable, soft bed, but last she could remember she was being blackmailed, and for a second a momentary panic took over. Then she remembered what had happened last night, no, earlier today. She felt her body ache, but the rest had helped a lot. Then she looked over to the nightstand to see what the time was and saw that someone, he, had left a tray of some fruit, some cookies and a glass of water. There was a note that read:
“I had to go out for a while. If you need anything there is more food in the fridge. Home around 6.
x”
She was confused. Why was he so nice all the sudden? She knew about the phenomena where captors and captives become attacked, but it had been so quick. And yet she felt those pink butterflies in her stomach when she look at the note in his neat handwriting. Just two days ago she had been under his thumb, and it seemed he was going to use that power to it fullest extent, but here she was with a note from him.
Staring at that piece of paper she decided to embrace the pink butterflies. The time was about 5 and she went to see what she could find in the fridge.
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When he came home he could smell food down the hallway. He took off his shoes, and when he came into the kitchen, there she was, naked except for a t-shirt, evidently stolen from him.
“Hi!” She said, and smiled at him, “I thought maybe you might be hungry when you came home,” She had cooked a mean pasta, and she served him on the kitchen table. When he sat down to eat she sat down on the floor beside him.
“What are you doing? Go and grab a plate and come eat, please,” he said, almost ashamed.
“Oh, I, ah, didn’t realise you wanted me to… like, okay, thank you,” she managed to stutter. She hadn’t expected this to change so quickly.
They sat there in an awkward silence and having commented that the pasta was excellent he again fell silent. Neither knew what to say, but then he broke the silence,
“Umm, Jenny, you can leave if you want to. I mean, we don’t have to do this. I’ll keep the pictures so you won’t tell anyone about this, but I promise not to use them if you leave,” he said, looking down at the table
What does he mean leave? He means I’m free to go? I don’t want to go! Wait what? Did I just think that… Why the hell wouldn’t I want to leave?
She got up, left her plate on the table and found her clothes in the bathroom, as she dressed she thought about this experience.
This has actually been quite fun. He’s so… Rough, but also so tender. And besides, what the hell should I go back to? Living in a shitty place with my parents and dating that douce of a boyfriend? I could stay…
She hesitated for a second, then turned around. And he was there.
“I just came to make sure you found all your things. Your phone is…” he didn’t get to finish his sentence. She walked up to him and without hesitating, pressed her lips to his and threw her arms around his neck. What the hell am I doing?!
“If you wanted to, I would stay,” she whispered softly into his ear, "as your slave... Master" she added, and he could feel her smile.
He was shocked. What the hell? She actually wants to stay?!
“Okay,” he breathed into her ear, and his world changed forever.
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Thank you for reading! This was part 2, another part will be out when it's out, but please leave a rating if you want to help other people find it. If you haven't read part one, please go and read it.