Extreme bondage is always an intense ride, but when you don’t expect it, it can be hell. So a friend of mine set me up with a party at a millionaire’s house. When I look back, she was acting shady, but I was so dazzled by the idea that I just ignored it. I made sure to dress in something alluring, hoping to impress him.
It all happened so fast. The butler led me into a large basement room. Then the host showed up, a striking man with piercing eyes and a commanding presence. He came out naked, with a huge hard-on. When he ordered me to get naked, I did without a word. I felt so flustered and scared, but I couldn’t help but listen to his commands. He then directed me to take a seat on the floor, where he proceeded to tie me up.
The restraints were tight, cutting into my skin. I was bound, exposed, and at his mercy. He wanted to be sure that every moment I was there with him, I would suffer.
Over the hours that followed, he subjected me to an intense and relentless onslaught of sensation. Electric shocks stung my whole body. He slapped me, spit in my face. My body was his to do whatever he wanted.
He brought me to the edge of an orgasm and held me there. When he saw the tears pouring out of my eyes, he permitted me to cum, but even that was painful because he made me do it over and over. He employed every tool imaginable to heighten my arousal and prolong the experience. Whips, paddles, and Stimulators-all used with a precision that left me a soggy mess, and it made him so proud. He knew he had me forever.
I felt forced into this Slave training regime, but I knew there was no way I could resist. I am a submissive whore, and I have to stay true to that, even if the orgasms make me suffer.
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