Run 3

She walked gingerly down the hallway. The rings that lined her labia clinked with every step, reminding her of her status. A slave. He had stolen her, and brought her here, and was making her a thing to be used. 

her heart thudded slowly. She wondered if her Master was looking for her. She wondered if the hole in her heart would ever close. She wondered if one could truly die of a broken heart.

Her pussy throbbed and it wasn’t in pleasure-pain. The man who now claimed her tugged on the chain he held tight in his fist. She had no idea what was going to happen to her next. Torn between wanting to fight him every step of the way, and wanting to curl up and cry and pray for it all to end, she kept walking down the long corridor, head bowed, tears dripping down her face.

He led her into the whirlpool room. A small tub was reserved for those with new piercings. The water here was warm and treated with salts to induce speedy healing.  He helped her to climb the steps, and bid her to stay, though he would take no chances with her obeying that. He fastened the end of the chain around one of the hasps on the outside of the tub; pulling a padlock from his pocket, he threaded it through and clicked it shut.

He walked away without a word. He sat in a chair across the room where he could watch her, but talk to several of the other Doms who came here.

A woman sidled up to Sir Drake, speaking to him low, eyes downcast as was proper.

“My slut would speak with yours, if allowed.”

He considered for a moment.

“Briefly. She is recovering from piercings.”

“Yes, I’d heard about that.” Though the words were mild, the tone carried a hint of censure. He smiled. He didn’t care one whit what anyone thought of his methods.

“Tell your slut to go and speak to her now. We shall be retiring to our rooms shortly.”

Sir Drake gestured her off.

The two men watched her approach the hot tub. Drake noted the quick jolt of fear when his girl touched the wounded creature in the tub.  There was more here than met the eye, and he would get to the bottom of it.

 

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About vanillamom

For over 8 years--(EIGHT?!) nilla and M have been a D/s couple. I'm the "small s" side of that designation, as he often reminds me. I'm silly and prone to giggling at inopportune times. He's a wicked Sadist, who feeds me my drug of choice--pain. My brain is always spinning dirty and dark little fantasies, which I sometimes share with the world. Welcome to the nilla-verse. It's wet and slippery here...with a dragon or two lurking.
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2 Responses to Run 3

  1. Tipacanoe says:

    Well, this one has got me thinking about what you’re thinking and I don’t have any idea. Very good so far, and I want more. Tip

  2. Wordwytch says:

    I’m with Tip. Wondering where you will go with this.

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