Sex Slave

Richard got an instantaneous pang of worry; had he overstepped his bounds? However, when he withdrew the clamps from her pussy and unbuckled the ball gag, she started crying, and he knew that she would be okay. When they become "zombies," that was when he had reason to be concerned. It would not be appropriate to terrify them to the point where they lost all of their faculties. He enjoyed it when his slaves were attentive and fully aware of everything that was going on around them. Richard continued to avoid talking to Martha, but he did kiss the top of her head before leaving to locate Steven so that Steven could take advantage of this delectable hard on.

When the door opened, Martha was fast asleep on the couch since there was nothing else to do. She awoke with a start when she realized, somewhat to her surprise, that she truly wanted to see Steven. She used this as an excuse by telling herself that it was unquestionably preferable than being alone herself. Because she didn't see Richard until after her third supper, she deduced that he must be working throughout the day. This led her to her conclusion. She had no watch or clock to depend on, and there was no window, so she calculated the passage of time based on when she ate. Steven was her regular and everyday company, and despite the fact that it looked strange, she came to nearly think of him as a friend.

But Steven wasn't the one who did it. It was Richard who did it. In addition to that, he was carrying a huge bag that Martha was certain contained some horrifying items. She started sitting up, trembling in sheer terror. "Good afternoon, cunt," Richard greeted his friend. "Hello, how are you? As her dread prompted her to speak, Martha recalled the lessons she had previously learned.

"I bid you a pleasant day, master. I am your slave cunt," she said after an almost imperceptible pause, but she pushed herself to continue. Richard's lips formed the beginnings of a grin by slanting ever-so-slightly upwards.

"That's exactly what you are, Martha. It's a good thing that you're beginning to understand it. To begin, let's begin our day by examining Steven's finished product. Turn over onto your back with your arms positioned behind your head and your legs wide apart. Martha complied with his instructions, but she did so with reluctance. The vivid image of his cane was still fresh in her mind. Richard's eyes swept over her body, and the sensation of his look was like fire moving all the way up and down her exposed skin. Leaning nearer her, he ran his fingers up her flesh, starting at her legs and working their way gently up to her pussy, which was exposed and exposed itself. Martha couldn't help but clamp her eyes tight, but she managed to keep her composure throughout the ordeal. The worry of his rage took precedence above any attempts at humility. Richard eventually got to his feet after a little pause. He did not seem to have any comments, which may indicate that he was content.

In conclusion, he said. "Ok, cunt chick. At this point, you may cross your legs. I've seen enough." Martha, to her credit, complied with the request and even made a protective gesture by placing her arms about her middle. Richard paid her no attention. "For our enjoyment together, I have prepared a few challenges for you to do today. To put it simply, for my own amusement. Both Steven and I have noticed that you have a very reserved personality and that you are humble to an unreasonable degree. While I choose a more straightforward approach, he enjoys the art of cajoling. I am going to assist you in getting over your feelings of modesty. I will assist you in coming to the realization that your humility is an insult to me; more specifically, a personal insult. A good slave has no sense of modesty whatsoever. That does not imply you engage in sexual activity with other people; rather, it indicates that you are entirely open to your master on every level. If your master wants you to do anything, you are not allowed to put up any resistance to it, regardless of how humiliating or demeaning other people may consider it to be.

"Now," he continued calmly, enjoying the look of terror on her face and the fear in her round, dark eyes, "you seem to be excessively prudish, even for a virgin, and I imagine you are also very, shall we say, private about your bodily functions. "Now," he went on calmly, enjoying the look of terror on her face and the fear in her round, dark eyes. "Now," he said calmly, "you seem to be excessively prudish, That is not going to cut it at all. When I'm through with you, you'll be able to urinate in front of me, move your bowels, make yourself climax in whatever position I have you in and whenever I want it, lick me clean from head to toe, and if that's what I want, swallow my semen and my pee. "

Richard halted abruptly as he became aware that the poor foolish cow had genuinely passed out for the second time. It certainly seem as if he did had that impact on the lady! It was becoming old very quickly. Despite this, Richard was always one step ahead of the game. He then grabbed a pitcher of cold water that he had brought in with him and poured it roughly over Martha's face and chest. Martha was visibly shaken up by the incident.

Martha spat and yelled, and she recovered consciousness almost immediately. Richard cautioned her, "Don't do it again," as if she had any influence over the waves of terror that had caused her to become so disoriented that she passed out. "The next time we meet, I'll bring this to your attention." Martha felt her breath stop in her throat as he removed a switchblade with a long handle from the rear pocket he had been carrying it in. She let out a startled breath as he opened the sheath with a flick of the blade. Once again, she experienced the now-familiar weight in her brain, the dizziness and nausea, as well as the little ringing in her ears, and she was aware that she might easily pass out once more. But he had assured her that she would be able to maintain control, and she has to.

It is true. As she concentrated on his shoes, which were deep dark brown leather boots, the dizziness in her head began to subside. She was able to make out the contour of his boots through his jeans. As he moved around behind her, he said the word "Better" to her. After a little pause, he walked up to the heap of items that he had dragged inside with him and then instructed everyone to "Stand up." It was done by her. "You are to take up this post." She stood in the position that he had told her to stand in before, with her fingers interlaced behind her head and her legs split neatly apart, as if she were a soldier at ease.

"Here, sip this," the host said. She wasn't sure whether she was meant to move from 'the position,' but he appeared to want her to take it, so she reached for the glass even though she wasn't sure if she was supposed to. Richard quickly snatched it away from her grasp and then pursed his lips before saying, "That was a test." You failed. You may be sure that I will reflect on your defeat and find a way to punish you for it. Ask first the next time. You are going to ask the person in charge, "Please sir, may I transfer out of position?"

Martha drew a coloration, feeling irritated that he had teased her in such a manner, but of course she did not dare to express her anger. Instead, she gave a little bow and said, "I'm sorry, sir," followed by, "Please, sir, may I move out of position?" Martha's fingers shook as she reached out for the offered glass after he gave her the sign of approval.