My Tortured Slave (Part 1) - Sex Stories

My Tortured Slave (Part 1)

... waiting and I crept down the stairs opening the door a crack to see her. She was how I left her slowly dancing in her juices. I pulled the remote form my pocket and switched it the max setting, setting 5. Her eyes shot open as she lost control of her legs, crumpling to the side all of her weight going on the handcuffs that snapped in two. She fell into the large pan gasping for air as she twisted and began her rhythmic humping, breasts dancing about helplessly churning the water. I closed the door and returned up stairs. I frowned at the pan of water, she hadn’t pissed herself this time but there was a faint bit of red in the fluid. She was attempting to curl into a ball close by but the chain around her neck prevented her from lying down, she whimpered softly. The vibrators were pulled off and tossed aside still humming on the ground. I turned off the switch. “Let me see” I snapped at her, she didn’t move. “You wouldn’t want me to ask again”. Slowly she turned to me and spread her legs letting me see her angry red pussy. She bit her lip and turned her head away her face reddening. The clit had chaffed very badly and was bleeding a little, I could not tell the internal effects. “Take these pills they will make you feel better” I half lied she looked at them doubfuly. “Either I force you to take them or you take them yourself… I assure you it will be more comfortable for you to take them yourself”. She obeyed hesitantly and downed the bottle of water I handed her. “Stick out ...

... your tongue, let me see that you have swallowed them… good girl! Now what do you say?” “Thank you sir” The pills were going to make her feel good but not better. They were sensitivity pills, prescribed to those women who had trouble reaching orgasm or feeling anything during sex; these were extra strength. They should increase her sensitivity tenfold, the bottle recommended at most 2 per day, and I had given her six. “Here have something to eat” I produced a bowl of stew and handed it to her, she dug in gratefully as I watched her eat she had tried to turn away but I told her to face me. The pills had started taking effect half way through her meal, her cheeks turned red and she started to breathe heavily. She had closed her legs but I could still see the juices that were forming on her pussy lips. I let her finish her meal, which for her became progressively difficult, as she became progressively hornier. She placed the bowl to the side and brought her hand down to her pussy and began to rub it softly looking way from me embarrassed. “Hey! No! Your injured there you need to keep your hand off!” I smiled wickedly. She let her hand drop to the side but I could tell that she as itching to bring it back to it. “What did you give to me?” she asked her hands fidgeting at her sides; she had contented herself with shifting her legs. “Sensitivity pills, I noticed you were having problems reaching orgasm” Her mouth dropped and she looked at me in surprise “And call me sir or master I ...