I meant to be civil. But when I reevaluated what she was wearing and listened to the litany of drivel issuing from her mouth it was apparent - to me at least - that Laurel needed to be strung up by her wrists in my basement.
Which is how she got here.
“Please sir, please……”
I’d left her in the top she was wearing but everything else was forgotten already inside a blue plastic recycle bin stuck in a far corner. Laurel Gaines, twenty-six, was petite…except for her pale and as yet not fully revealed breasts. I could sense the deep shame and debilitating discomfort Laurel was experiencing as I took my time in tying off her ankles very tightly to recessed floor gripes. Which by design splayed her legs painfully wide apart.
“Please…please…I’m…I’m s-sorry sir……”
Laurel didn’t know it yet but it was far too late for words.
“Please answer me sir…I’m begging you…PLEASE!”
This girl with luxurious auburn hair had endured my welcoming icy cold enema fairly well. Considering. Despite the sincere effort Laurel had imparted to her frantic screams as her final shreds of dignity were stripped away forever. By me. Her new Master.
Her undisputed Owner.
“Oh God, please…it hurts…please! Sir…I’ll…I’ll do anything y-you want.”
As I refitted the snarling knots of rope about her ankles - forcing those gorgeous legs SO very wide apart - Laurel eyed again the wooden dowel set upon the rolling cabinet in front of her helpless body. The cabinet was my treasure trove of sex, rape and torture items…and pretty Laurel was visibly in dread of having that very same wooden towel inserted up past her anus.
So that I could position and contort her body in any manner I chose. I had mentioned to Laurel that I called it my ‘joystick’. And that she - her body - was going to be the focus of all my games moving forward.
Here within my cellar.
“Ohhhh, please, please, please don’t hurt me sir! I’m begging you sir. PLEASE!!”
Initially I’d meant to be civil. But now that Laurel was firmly under my control only sadism registered on the radar. It was her own fault. THAT top showcasing her tits and THAT mouth spouting so much venom.
“No! Please, please don’t winch my arms up higher again! PLEASE! No! No! PLEASE! EE - uugghh…aaaarrrrgggggghhhhhh!!”
Laurel’s fine body moved quite nicely within her restraints as she howled in agony. In that moment I was sure she’d prove to be a stellar fuck slave in the days and weeks to come. Since it was high time to get the bitch naked I reached across her front and sliced away Laurel’s slutty cotton top until those magnificent breasts fell poetically to their natural state.
Prime-A rape material that.
“Oh God please don’t do this…please! I pr-promise sir…I’ll do anything y-you w-want.”
It was enchanting to witness the nude whore stuttering in fear as the rape and torture her body was created for loomed nigh. Looking ahead I was certain that the pain in having the fat end of my wooden dowel shoved up Laurel’s newly cleansed rectum would be excruciating. So mercifully (for me) I placed a portion of the cotton fabric that had only recently shrouded the slut’s breasts inside her filthy mouth. To serve as a temporary gag. And to humiliate her to the nth degree.
“NO! Oh, please God no…please, pl-uugggghhhhff! Gugghh! Gugghh……”
At peace, I could now redeploy to Laurel’s backside as she dangled helplessly for me within this haven of sexual mayhem. Once in my hands the smooth pine of the thick (very thick) dowel comforted me. As I knew full well how this very early lesson in discipline and obedience might convince young Laurel of a) how long she had conducted herself as a prostitute on her OnlyFans page and b) how pain - long deserved and once administered - led to a deeper acceptance of service to her new Lord and Master.
“Mugh…MUGH! Ugh - uuuugghh! MU - UUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!”
Joystick? Check.
NPC? Check.
Player One? Check.
That first day - with Laurel naked and bucking pathetically in her bindings - we must have spent two or three hours going over rules and laying out expectations. It was very productive. It’s rare to witness breasts THAT lovely sway THAT violently as a wooden punishment dowel bites, manipulates, navigates and ultimately breaks a female.
“MU - uugghhhhhh! UU - uugghh - muuuugggghhhhhh! MU - UUGGGGHHHHHH!!”
Twas only much later - as I carried Laurel’s trembling body over to one of the available mattresses for her initial half-dozen rapes - that I deigned to remove my suffocating gag from the whore’s mouth. I was deep inside her…pounding Laurel’s vagina with my cock - when at last I gave her permission to speak.
I wanted to see if the cunt had learned anything during her time as an ornament. Strung up and helpless. Strung up and awaiting torture.
“Oh, my Master…please…I…I’ll do whatever you like. Anything y-you desire sir. Just…j-just please don’t use that spike on me again. Please! Fuck me harder sir. Fuck my worthless pussy as hard as you l-like Master. Please consider me worthwhile. Please! This is my fault. I pledge my b-body to you sir. Just please, please never again put me on a spit like that sir. You…y-you own me now. I…I am what property is sir. Your exclusive pr-property. Fuck me as hard as you want sir. I…I mean…you won’t have any more issues with me sir. I won’t be selfish…I won’t think about myself. I pr-promise. Rape me sir…I…I mean…th-this whore desires to be more than just a pincushion for torture games. PLEASE! I’ll do anything you want Master. I’m…I’m yours……my body belongs to you, my Owner. I am grateful…”
I meant to be civil. But it’s better to be unreasonable.
