My Tortured Slave (Part 1) - Sex Stories

My Tortured Slave (Part 1)

... mesmerising hips, when they fell to the floor she stepped out of them. “Turn around for me” she spun around, and when I got a view of her perfect ass, I froze. Years of working out at the gym and god’s smile made that ass, I reached out a hand, But she turned around before I could touch it. “Don’t stop there” “You want me to…?” she looked down at herself, she had her arms crossed hiding her beautiful breasts “my underwear?” I nodded eagerly “No. no way I’m doing that” I had had enough, she had already bashed my face and now was refusing me, I stood up quickly knocking the chair over. And grabbing the chain on that wall that was attached around her neck pulled, lifting her off the ground , she coughed and sputtered making a gargling noise with her mouth, after a few seconds I set her down. She tried to plead but I placed the ball gag in her mouth and bound her hands behind her back. Sometime during this she managed to get her panties off, one last ditch effort to calm me and for a moment I was distracted looking longingly at her pink folds and hairless pussy. So she was expecting to get some more from her boyfriend, lucky guy, or I guess now unlucky. Her muffled pleads brought me back and I shook my head focusing on the task at hand. I grabbed the black stick on the counter and turned it to medium advancing towards her. “This is for that tone you are using with me” I stuck her on her stomach and watched in pleasure as she jerked back too far, the collar around her neck ...

... choking her and forcing her back onto the stick. I only moved the stick slightly as she danced around it tetertoding between choking and getting electrocuted. I held it so that she was just able to grab a short breath before she jumped back pulling the chain on her collar to send her into a choking fit. After I while I stopped, and let her rest, she stood there gasping for air. “Are you sorry for that tone you uses with me?” she desperately nodded, and tried to say something through the gag, but all she managed was a little line of spittle to her tits. “Now this is for hitting me in the face” her eyes widened in fear as I turned the electric stick to the max, and she blubbered out some more spit. Tears came to her eyes. I teased her by bringing the stick to her and dancing it around her as I thought of where to stick her first. She twisted and turned trying to evade it her tits bouncing around her as if they too were part of the dance. The bra restricted them but she was moving so frantically that they looked as if they had a mind of their own. Her ass on the other hand was so firm that it only jiggled slightly as she contorted, it flexing ever so often to accompany a movement. After a few seconds she stood still. I grabbed her by the chin and cupped her soft face in my hands looking into her pleading eyes inches away from mine, I searched her eyes looking for hatred but all I saw was terror. Without breaking eye contact I pressed and held the button shocking her between her legs ...