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Imagine... Five large black men bring you, struggling, to a basement area. Wordlessly they strip you naked and leave you alone on the floor. The lights go out. It really is pitch black. Slowly, you really feel your way all-around, to see where you might be, to look for escape. The first thing you notice is the thick padding on everything, even the floor. Leather. Then that the floor and walls aren't flat. You crawl. There are hills and valleys everywhere. Like a California hot tub, there are areas molded into the space to sit. And God knows what else... There is a toilet in the room. And also a shower. A sturdy 4 posted bed is inside the middle. Hours pass...

A smaller spotlight comes on. As you struggle for your feet, you see that the ceiling is mirrored and also the walls are covered with smaller recesses. Areas to attach ropes..
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“She has been left alone and in darkness?”

“For two days with just toilet water, when you directed.” I have in no way trained a woman before, but I are already hired to train you. I was recruited due to the fact I developed techniques for breaking wild horses in an impossibly short time. Riding them in hours rather than weeks. I turn on the observation light and examine you by way of the one-way glass. As you struggle to your feet, I silently admire your ass and your tits. I'm gonna enjoy riding you. I turn the light off, returning you to total dark

You have had no human contact for a prolonged time. Your body is beginning to stink, the shower does not work, and you're desperately hungry. For days you have been drinking from your toilet, thankful that it flushes. You hear the sound from the outer door being unlocked. Your heart begins to pound since the paddle locks pop plus the bar is drawn. Alert like a cat, not even breathing, you catch just about every nuance of sound as an outer doorway is unlocked and opened, then closed and locked yet again. Nonetheless no a single is within the dungeon with you. He is behind the inner door. You know it. Waiting.

Light blinds you, then a peephole in the doorway opens with a solid thud. He's searching at you. The peephole closes just before the man enters. The diffuse terror you've got felt has a form: you are not alone! He carries a whip, and despite the fact that he doesn't flash it you're incredibly aware of it. You shrink away, afraid from the man and his whip. He closes the distance slowly, so as to not frighten you, but as his hand begins to reach out you back again away, then run. Without a word he begins whipping. “No!” You stumble across the room, followed closely by your tormentor. He does not hurry, he doesn't need to. The reach on the whip allows him to walk a very much smaller circle nearer the center with the area. He keeps up a quick pace, lashing you lightly but often. Especially your ass. Slowly it is pinked, then reddened. Your ass stings and burns badly just before you finally collapse, unable to run anymore. You steel yourself for the next blow, but it never comes.

“Stand.” He is nevertheless carrying the whip, and you do it with caution. Nevertheless weakened from running, it can be a struggle. But you stand, heart pounding, breath strong and deep. Not even trying to cover oneself, you stand naked ahead of him. “Stay.” He moves all around you, behind you. Touching your back and pushing lightly, he says “bend.” He touches your asshole (No!) and you also bolt. He is on you quickly, whipping you like previous to. It doesn't take lengthy for you to submit this time. “Stand.” You do it. “Still.” He moves all around behind you, and once more his hand in your back begins the directive. “Bend.” You wish to operate, but you know that you'll only be whipped. You obey. You bend at the waist as his hand guides you. He greases your asshole, touches a dildo to your ass, then slowly presses it into you. The hand in your back insists that you remain still. You remain extremely still. He has broken you. In less than an hour. The lights come up from the observation area and also you see that the mirrors have persons behind them. You can't hear them, but you see them. They're applauding. Since the man leaves you hear them by means of the open front door:

“That's incredible. Three commands and also a penetration in less than an hour!”
“When will she be prepared?”
“$50,000 for just one night with her.”

The door shuts, and once more it really is silent, and dark since the inner doorway is latched, then the outer front door. A cold shower begins when you stand with the dildo nonetheless up your ass. You might be left to ponder your situation. Will you be sold by the hour to whomever will pay?

This day begins as the others. Music wakens you. After toileting will be the routine: an hour of yoga stretches, an hour of working out, a lengthy hot bath. The last thing you do is shave. Legs are shaved twice, just to be certain. Your most private place, though, you take much much more care with. A extremely close shave there. Must not be caught with stubble in your sex. You are prepared. It truly is 10 AM.

Music starts as well as the spotlights come on. It is time. Your heart pounds, but rather than waiting, terrified, when you did weeks ago, you rush toward the front door, to the examination table. The table, just feet from your front door, faces it. You mount it. Spreading your self as you've been taught, you wait. Spotlights shine on naked flesh. Alert like a cat, not even breathing, you catch each and every nuance of sound as bolts pop, hinges squeel, plus a doorway you've only seen once slams solidly shut. Nonetheless no just one is in the dungeon with you. He's behind the inner doorway. You know it. Waiting. The thud with the peephole is still loud in your mind when you feel him gazing directly at your private flesh. Lifting your pelvis through the table, you push your sex out. Legs wide, the heat of a spotlight warms delicate flesh. You hold out for your inspection...

Posted July 18, 2010 by Admin under Fetish Videochat