She was sore when she disembarked from the airplane. It had been a very long flight, and she was extremely anxious about coming to see him. She knew that by coming here, she was coming to be his slave, to be dominated, to fulfill her desire of combining pleasure with pain until they were simultaneous in her mind, body and soul. She trusted him, she knew that this was going to change her forever, and she wanted it, she wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything.
She had expected him to pick her up at the airport, but when she went to the luggage terminal, there was a man that she'd never seen before standing there with her name on a sign. He was dressed in a suit, and wearing dark sunglasses. She couldn't read his expression at all, but she approached him and told him that she was who he appeared to be waiting for. He followed her to pick up her suitcases, and he loaded them on a cart and only said, "Follow me." She followed him out of the terminal into the bright sunlight. It was so bright that she reflexively shut her eyes. At that moment she felt someone move behind her, pushing a fist firmly into the small of her back. "Keep your eyes shut, bitch," the voice hissed at her. She felt a shudder run up her spine, but she did as she was told. She shuffled along, the hand at her back guiding her.
He stopped her in front of a van, opened the door and shoved her inside, ordering her to keep her eyes closed. He crawled in behind her as his friend loaded up her suitcases and climbed into the driver's seat. He wasted no time in putting a blindfold over her eyes and securing her hands to the ties that he had placed on the back of the seats. He leaned in close to her and kissed her softly, at first, then more passionately as she responded to him. He took her bottom lip between his teeth and bit her, pulling at her lip hard. He could taste blood and she was whimpering in pain. He released her lip, but gave her a hard slap across the face, admonishing her for uttering a sound without his permission. "Listen, and listen good, slut. You will keep quiet or you will be gagged to make you be quiet. Nod if you understand."
She nodded and swallowed the lump that was in her throat. Her face was stinging from where he slapped it, and she tried not to cry, knowing that there would be a lot greater pain that awaited her. She was nervous, but extremely aroused. She had fantasized about this moment for ages, becoming his sex slave, submitting to his every whim, every will, every desire. She had dressed comfortably for the flight, forgoing a bra for the long flight and wearing a loose fitting T shirt with sweat pants.
He wasted no time stripping her shoes, socks and pants, and thong panties from her body. The T shirt he used his knife to slice up the middle and rip off her. He sat back for a moment, enjoying how she looked, blindfolded, tied up, ready for him to use. He felt his cock get hard, wanting to fuck her, but he wanted to wait. He removed the belt from his jeans, and used it to whip her breasts, her stomach, her legs and her pussy. He could see that she was in pain, put it just turned him on more, to know that even though she was in pain, she was going to keep going, trusting him to push her far past her limits, in every sense of it. One of the lashes landed right in the middle of her pussy, and she reflexively let out a little scream.
As soon as the sound left her lips, she knew she was in trouble. She braced herself for what was to come. But, nothing happened. He just stopped and didn't say a word. She wanted to ask him what was going on, but she knew that was a bad idea. For several minutes, the only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of the van moving on the road, and her ragged breathing. Finally, she felt him touch her again.
He rubbed his fingers lightly over her body. Delicately touching every inch of her skin, stroking it lovingly. He moved his mouth to her body, lightly lick her skin, stroking her with both his hands, and his tongue. He began to suck on her neck and breasts, leaving hickeys everywhere he sucked. He wanted to mark her as his, and this was one way to do it until he arranged the other thing planned. He moved to her breasts, slowly sucking on one nipple, while his fingers tugged, twisted and pulled the other one. The two sensations together were making her wild and aching to have him.
When they reached their destination, she heard him talking to the man who had been the driver. They exchanged some friendly words, saying something about him getting a favor in return in the following week. The other man opened the van door, and pulled her suitcases out of the back. "Get out, slave," he demanded. He briskly untied her hands, and pulled her from the van. She was still blindfolded, and he guided her naked body towards the house. She felt exposed and wanted to use her hands to cover herself, but he grabbed both of her wrists and twisted them behind her back, keeping them tightly closed, using one hand. He guided her into the house and down the hall.
He opened the door that led to the basement. He carefully guided her down the stairs into what would now be her room. The basement walls were cement, there were no windows, and the room consisted of a toilet, a sink, a small bed and an assortment of apparatuses that he would use to control and dominate her. There was also a locked closet that held all kinds of tools and devices that he would be using to play with her and give them both pleasure never experienced before. He removed the blindfold so that she could see her new surroundings.
She was both scared and turned on by what she saw. This was a dungeon, and this was where he would dominate her and possess her in every way possible. Her mind might have had a little trepidation, but her body was feeling something entirely different. Her skin was tingling and her nipples were hard and aroused. Her pussy dripped with desire, and even though she didn't know what he was going to do to her, she was turned on beyond belief.
On the one side of the room was a wooden sawhorse with a padded top. He led her over to it and instructed her to lie over it. When she did, he took cables and secured her wrists and ankles to each of the four legs of the sawhorse. He went to the closet, deciding what to use on her. He settled upon a black paddle, about a foot long and four inches wide. He walked back to her and pulled her head up by her hair, and showed her what he was going to smack her with. "This will hurt you... a lot. You can scream if you want, you can cry if you want. No one but me will hear you anyway. However, if you ask me to stop, or beg me to ease up, I will add another ten whacks." He let go of her hair and her head dropped down. He walked behind her and rubbed her ass before raising the paddle and bringing it down hard on her ass.
She screamed out in pain. It hurt more than she thought it would, but she knew that there was no turning back now. Before she had finished her cry of pain, he brought the paddle down on her ass again. Over and over, he whacked her ass and the back of her thighs with the paddle, and she could not control the tears that ran down her face. She was whimpering and shaking from the pain, but he would not let up. She lost count of how many times he smacked her, she just knew that her skin felt like it was on fire.
He had lost count as well, he was becoming more and more aroused, the redder her ass got. He put the paddle down and undressed so he could fuck his slave. He positioned himself behind her and slid his hand between her legs and was pleased to feel how wet her pussy was. She may be crying from her paddling, but her body was definitely aroused by it. He knew that she would be, but to feel the evidence of that made his cock surge, wanting to be inside that wet warmth. He pushed a couple of fingers inside of her and felt how tight she was. He fingered her for a couple of minutes until she started moaning in pleasure as her cunt got wetter. He moved his cock, positioning the head at her opening. He grabbed a hold of her ass with both hands and with one strong thrust, buried his cock into her pussy.
She cried out in pain and pleasure, her head spinning from the sensations that he was causing in her body. Her ass was so sore, but his hard cock felt so good inside of her. Her mind was reeling and as he started into a rhythm of fucking her, she felt her body shake and quiver with pleasure that she had never experienced before. She didn't know if he would be upset with her for cumming without his permission, but she couldn't control it. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through her body, and her screams of ecstasy were louder than her cries of pain just a while before.
He had mixed feelings about her having an orgasm without him giving her permission to. He loved the feeling of her pussy clenching against his cock, soaking it with her juices as she came, but this wasn't something that would be acceptable. She was his, she belonged to him, and he'd be damned if she felt that it was okay for her to have an orgasm without him allowing her to. He waited until after her orgasm had subsided, before pulling his cock from her dripping pussy. He walked around to the front of her and again pulled her up by the hair. He slapped her hard across the face and said, "You fucking slut! How dare you cum without permission from your master. You are a filthy bitch and you are my slave. You do exactly as I say, when I say it, and you do not deviate from my will. I will give you pleasure when I think you deserve it, but you are to never, ever cum without me telling you to. I'm going to punish you for this." He held her by her hair with one hand and took a hold of his cock with his other hand started smacking her across the face it. He smeared her juices on her face as he slapped his cock against her face. He spoke to her again, "Open your mouth, you nasty cunt. I want you to suck my cock like a good slave should. If you use your teeth, expect another round of paddling."
She opened her mouth as wide as she could to take his cock inside of it. She loved the salty taste of his cock, loved how it throbbed in her mouth. She sucked and sucked, but he wanted his cock deeper in her mouth. He grabbed her hair with his other hand and used her hair as handles so he could fuck her face. She was making some gagging sounds, but he didn't care, she was here to please him, and to use as he wanted and right now, he wanted to use her mouth. He pushed his cock deeper into her throat as she struggled to adjust to it. He was going to cum, and he knew it would be big, with as aroused as he'd become from beating her ass until it was red and raw. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and sprayed his hot cum all over her hair and face. When he had finished shooting jizz all over her face, he pushed his cock back into her mouth to have her suck it clean. She did and without a word he let go of her hair and her head dropped back down.
"For your punishment for having an orgasm without permission, you will be left tied like this for three hours. Your muscles will ache, but it will give you time to think about how to be a better slave for me. When I decide to come back, we'll see if you're ready to be untied and move to the next level, but for now, I must say, I'm very disappointed in you, slut. You need to work much harder to please me, and when I come back, you had better be ready."
With that, he walked out of the room and closed the door, leaving her there to ache and burn and wait. Wait for him to return. She would do better next time. She was hurting, and she knew that the time would make it worse, but the orgasm she had was out of this world, and worth the punishment. She wondered how she would be able to not accrue further punishments, because she actually wanted them. She wanted his marks all over her skin, she wanted to ache, burn and even bleed for this man. She was his, and she would do anything and everything for him.