As I double latched the door behind us both I reminded Allie that all I wanted to hear from her was an apology. From her knees.
The twenty-seven year old had ‘displeased’ me the last time I had raped her. Which simply meant that I’d fabricated a few reasons how Allie’s body had been unsatisfactory Belowstairs. Which was an out and out lie. Allie was terrific in bed. As a victim. And I had been having a good time with the blonde’s body for over two weeks.
Belowstairs.
With her arms ever so painfully bound up behind her back at the wrist - accentuating the thrust of the only article of clothing I’d allowed the whore to wear today, a white bra - Allie whimpered ‘Yes, my Master’ and waited for me to unlock and open the door to my primary punishment room. We had the entire day to look forward to. To spend together. I slapped Allie across the face and told her to keep her filthy mouth shut until I gave her permission to kneel before the Man who just might be the last person to ever see her naked.
As we made ourselves comfortable Allie was suddenly aware again of just how bright the lighting inside my torture chamber was. Glaring, invasive, all revealing light. The girl with the blue eyes and nice legs had been here before. In her bra and with her arms agonizingly pinned behind her the helpless female I had control over shuddered to rethink how adept I was at tormenting feminine bodies.
And how much I seemed to enjoy it.
I barely had time to slap Allie’s face yet again when my victim jumped with fright. A long, low moan of agony wafted in from an antechamber. It was within that corner of Hell that a lesser slave - one of Allie’s coworkers at Upton Tavern - had been strung up nude by her wrists and allowed to dangle in excruciating pain. I chuckled and mentioned in passing that Jolene was suffering in part due to Allie’s own inability to completely please me in bed. That’s when Allie began sobbing uncontrollably.
I thought she looked nice in her tears and that particular bra.
As she cowered in shame I informed Allie that ‘today’ was going to be very much like the day before the day before yesterday. So in keeping with this theme - as I magnified my blonde’s discomfort by forcibly bringing in her elbows together behind her back via a second set of arm bindings - I mentioned that I still had the vibe for her vulva. And the cattle prod for the rest of her worthless body.
Only now that Allie’s arms were well trussed up did I allow the whore in my possession the privilege to kneel before the Man who had selected her for training. Sheepishly my captive uttered ‘Thank you, my Master’ and immediately submitted to the command. This enabled me to spend a good fifteen minutes or so applying a set of very painful rope restraints to Allie’s ankles as she waited for a chance to explain her ‘lack of effort’ in our bed. Her humiliation was EPIC! Amazing how far the slut had fallen since the nights when she’d held court at Upton Tavern and prostituted herself for financial gain.
“Comfy? Close your eyes once bitch or open your mouth for anything but a sincere apology and each of these ropes gets tightened. I mean…you know how the knots crimp if and when I soak your restraints in warm water, hmmmm? ARCH YOUR BACK WHORE! SHOW YOURSELF OFF! Unless you wanna’ switch places with Jolene. KEEP YOUR LEGS STILL WHORE!!”
This was the way of it. I invariably shouted at and demeaned my enticing sex slave at every opportunity. Like physical torture it was something I genuinely enjoyed. Allie was truly weeping at this point. And it was then that Jolene stupidly began to plead for mercy from around the corner. As I walked in Jolene’s direction I suppose Allie thought her friend was overdue for a whipping of her breasts or feet. Discipline is a stark reality Belowstairs. Instead I merely shut the soundproofed door that separated Jolene’s misery from that of Allie’s and approached my helpless kneeling victim with my khakis undone and my erection on full display.
“You have permission to apologize cunt……”
Allie looked up from her knees with fat tears in her beautiful eyes. The cleavage caused by her bra was beyond spectacular. And obediently the twenty-seven year old was keeping her sexy legs absolutely still. Just like Master taught her.
“Please sir…fuck…fuck my throat. Please s-sir. I beg you. I…I desire to have a little bit of v-value, my Master. So, please…please rape my mouth and throat sir. Pl-please! I promise I won’t object when it’s time to t-torture Jolene again. I’ll be your g-girl. Please…fuck my mouth Master. I’ll make y-you feel good sir. Please……”
It goes without saying that I did exactly what Allie craved. I ruined her face with my cock. I split her jaws with my erection. And I sandpapered her throat with my rape strokes. We spent the better part of the morning in this manner. Allie upon her knees…arms pinioned painfully behind her back…legs numb from the cement floor. This blonde - my especial whore - responded to each of my critiques regarding the use of her tongue, the aperture of her lips, the bobbing of her head and and the sincerity of her desire to satisfy a Good Strong Man. Her gorgeous eyes were poignant as Allie stared up into my own and begged for mercy in the ONLY way permissible Belowstairs: with abject shame. I can only imagine her relief when I finally condescended to ejaculate inside Allie’s mouth. Taking a keen interest in how my prisoner’s face contorted with disgust as a very full oad of cum slipped down inside her belly. When her work was completed (for now) the blonde remained upon her knees and took the opportunity to begin sobbing in earnest.
“Good girl. Apology accepted. I’m not going to force you to listen to Jolene plead for mercy today. I have a unique game in store for that slut’s nipples and anus. If you promise to be good I’ll release your arms and legs Allie and you can wait inside the cage for me to return. I’m sure I’m going to require a good fuck once Jolene accepts that you’re my favorite and that she’s expendable. Filthy cunt. Just don’t be getting any fool ideas that you’re any better Alexandra! This is all your own fault. And you and me? We’re just getting started whore…”
Untied, given permission to both stand up and remove her brassiere, Allie thanked me for the privilege of swallowing my sperm. She quite rightly mentioned that she looked forward to having me inside of her as soon as possible. For as long as I felt necessary for her to accept her place and purpose. With a final slap across her face I locked away Allie’s body inside a holding cage and bent my mind to the application of applying unbearable pain to Jolene Russo’s breasts and ass.
Both girls regretted being inside my dungeon. Only I anticipate the joy there is to behold Belowstairs.
