My Tortured Slave (Part 1) - Sex Stories

My Tortured Slave (Part 1)

... girl, make yourself look pretty, I left some makeup in there when you were sleeping, and there is some food on the dresser.” I turned around to her and threw a blue two piece at her “and wear this too” she looked down at it, it was much too small in the chest area to accommodate her tits but she nodded and didn’t say anything. “Oh and for heaven’s sake remove that plastic from yourself.” I tossed her the key. She let the chastity belt drop to the floor, and I grimaced. Her pussy was an angry red, rubbed raw from last night’s events. Pain showed on her face as she removed the vibrators and let them drop to the floor. Maybe I was a little too cruel to leave them in. “Be quick about it, you know where the bathroom is, I don’t want to come looking for you” I removed the chain from her neck but held her there by the collar. She looked at her feet not willing to meet my eyes. “Look at me” she slowly stared back at me, her eyes timid and afraid. “Yes sir” and I let her go. While she was gone I moped up the mess she had made, or rather I had made her make. When she returned the shower had done wonders for her, she looked like the person I had two days before. Stunning. She didn’t put on the markup very well, a sort of passive rebellion. It was splotchy and looked like it was done very fast but it still looked passible. The blue suit was indeed too small the top squishing her breast together so tight that it looked uncomfortable; they bulged out the sides and bottom. I sat down in ...

... in the chair and scooted it up to about three feet in front of her. I tapped the back stick I had laid across my lap for effect, she was eyeing this nervously. It had run out of charge yesterday and I had forgotten to charge it, but she did not know this. I told her to face me which she did hesitantly, and I looked at her for a while before she diverted her eyes and looked down. “Look at me.” She slowly raised her eyes to mine but nervously looked away every few seconds “Don’t look away” she fidgeted as she met my gaze, not looking away this time. I searched her eyes and only saw anxiety and fear. Any anger she had for me was hidden deep from sight. I told her to step forward, and she complied. I had cleaned and charged the vibrators that were on the ground beside me and when I picked them of the floor she whimpered a little. “Please no Sir, I’m still sore” “Keep looking at me! And stand still” she clasp her hands behind her back to prevent herself from trying to stop me. A thought came to my mind and I smiled stopping myself. “Beg me to put them on you” she swallowed and darted a quick glance to black stick on my lap. “Look away again and you will be sorry” she stared me dead in the eye her voice cracking a bit as she held back tears, “Please put them on me Sir” “Put what on you?” a single tear rolled down her cheek as her mascara began to bleed off her “Please put those vibrators on me Sir” I pulled down the swimsuit and reviled her anger red pussy. She involuntarily backed ...