Brand New Toy

--- my first story on here, so all advice is very welcome!! Enjoy ---

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She looked up at Him, surely He must be joking. He had promised to move slowly. He knew she was shy. Frowning He repeated His command,

"Play with your cunt, slut."

No, He couldn't be serious. Not while the web cam glared from over His shoulder. No! Taking a deep breath, her naked chest rising, she looked Him straight in the eyes, preparing to say no, and to explain her nerves. But, of course, He knew what she was thinking. Quick as a flash, His hand snapped across her cheek, leaving a sting. Lowering her eyes she moved her right hand down past her belly button, down a little more, until she was, as ordered, playing with her cunt.

He gave a curt, satisfied nod, then as He watched, she began to forget the camera, forget she had just been forced to strip for a chat room full of strangers, even forget the smack. Closing her eyes she drifted, letting her mind dream dirtily as her fingers played with her clit.

Her thoughts, which had been filled with dreams of Him for months now, went straight to last nights adventure...

He had been such a gentleman at dinner... Well for the starter and the main course. By the time the desert arrived His voice had begun to change, and He truly looked at her for the first time with those wicked blue eyes. With the air of someone asking the time, He had inquired of His slut,

"Are you wearing panties, toy?"

Her eyes had flicked up from her desert, seeing instantly that He was serious.

"No Sir, of course not."

He gave her a small grunt in reply, before leaning in, and whispering, much louder than she thought was necessary, "You're mine now, slut." and He laughed, calling for the bill. The waitress came running over, continuing to flirt with Him as she had done all night, noticing His girl's downcast eyes and red face, and smiling. She would tell her co-worker who was watching from a few feet away,

"Dumped her, definitely, SO obvious."

The minute they were in the door of His home she was blindfolded from behind, He of course allowing her to walk through the entrance first, the gentleman. The fabric pulled tight across her eyes and she whimpered, she hadn't had a chance to look around and get her bearings, she was truly blind. Rough hands stripped her naked in mere seconds, and an even rougher voice commanded,

"Kneel."

Her body obeyed before her mind had even registered the command and she was on her knees, thighs wide, back held straight, just like she knew He wanted.

"Wrists."

And she crossed her wrists in front of her, to have them tided with a small length of rope. With a small tug on her bound wrists, and the single command of

"Up,"

she rose, pulled for a few clumsy steps until her arms were raised above her head, and she gathered, secured somehow to the ceiling. Then silence...

On and on He said nothing, she strained to listen, was that a foot moving? Or just her imagination. Finally He began to speak, mostly to Himself, as though going through a checklist.

"Legs, fine. Arms, fine. Ass, good..."

and so on it went as He circled her. Silence again. Unsure of whether she was permitted to speak, she let out a soft moan; begging Him for attention, for acknowledgement, anything. Be careful what you wish for, with barely a chance to register the sound of leather through air, He struck her, straight across the ass. She let out a scream, shock and pain mingled in her cry. She stiffened, awaiting the next blow, but it didn't come. She waited, still tense. She expected to be hit as soon as she relaxed, but no, he kept her waiting still. Until, THWACK, again across her ass, she bit her lip, all too aware that she had not been given permission to scream, but still, a muffled cry escaped, and she felt tears welling up, never getting a chance to fall, simply being absorbed into the blindfold. On and on the whipping went, He never had a rhythm, He kept surprising her, and many times more she screamed out, begging Him to stop...what had she done? Had she grossly insulted Him somehow?

Eventually He finished. She felt a cooling hand on her flaming cheeks, and a whisper in her ear, the feel of His cool breath on her neck making hairs stand up, and juices flow.

"Good girl, good pet...you did well"

she tried to respond, but He hushed her,

"You won't be speaking tonight sweet, just be quiet and it will be easier...now, that little spanking was just an introduction, I will repeat it, whenever I please, just for fun, or if I need to punish you." His hand gently caressed her enflamed, welt covered ass, "You understand."

And not another word was spoken that night, His hands simply explored her, bringing her to the very verge of orgasm at least 5 times before finally allowing her that moment, on His expert hand, to arch her back and cry out in pleasure, knowing finally what it truly would mean, to be His...just as she was learning now, kneeling in front of Him and His camera, His voice bringing her back to the present, putting the memories of her induction away for now, to be returned to on lonely nights to come in her cage...

His voice, as always laden with power,

"Enjoying that my slut?"

"Mmmhmm."

A raised eye brow and a little laugh,

"Mmmhmm what, My whore?"

Opening her eyes, remembering where she was,

"Mmmhmm, Sir".

"Good girl."

He chuckled. "Now stop."

Almost groaning in protest, but remembering the hand that left her cheek slightly pinked still, she obeyed, bringing her hand back to clasp the other behind her back.

He slid His hands into His pockets, and as she watched Him from the corner of her eye she smiled, thinking how young He looked like that, that smile vanished when He removed His hands, bringing with one a long piece of string, thin but strong. His turn to grin now, He leaned over her and quickly tied her hands together behind her back. As He stepped back she tested it a little, but there was no give, even her little attempt had burnt her wrists slightly. He winked down at her kneeling form and said, knowing He would not have to repeat this request,

"Take My cock out, little toy."

While He grinned at her, amused, she shifted her position on the floor, moving closer to Him without ever leaving her knees. Once she was close enough she rose up, her ass leaving her ankles, using her teeth she carefully opened His pants.

"Clever girl," he mused.

Again with her teeth she pulled down the open pants, freeing His stiff cock. she lowered herself again, sitting back on her heels awaiting another command, eyeing His cock hungrily. Hopefully He would let her suck it tonight, or maybe He had something better planned?

"New game."

He whispered to her in the voice that made her wet and afraid all at once.

"Toilet."

Oh no, He couldn't, not yet. she wasn't ready for that yet...but she had thought about it...maybe...shaking her head a little she realised her thoughts were pointless, it was going to happen. Knowing what was expected, and not wanting to disappoint twice in one night she parted her lips, willingly opening her mouth for Him. Holding His cock in one hand, a handful of her ebony hair in the other He smiled down at her, His little slavetoy, and began to piss into her mouth. Spluttering a little she tried her hardest to swallow the hot liquid, but it didn't take long before her mouth filled and overflowed, His piss splashing on her chin, down onto her breasts and her thighs, choking slightly she forced as much of it down her throat as she could, unsure whether she was allowed to spill or not. Daring to look up at Him, she saw that He was, thankfully, pleased with her. Shaking the last of His piss onto her tongue, He gifted her with the magic words,

"Good girl." before reaching behind Him to turn off the webcam. Smiling, He reached down and picked up His bound little slave, heaving her over His shoulder and carrying her off to bed...