Day Three

You are awakened by the lock on the cage door opening.  You roll over to see his bare feet and the hem of his pajamas.  You slowly crawl from beneath the bed.  Every movement is tortuous.  You are sore and aching from the whipping he administered the day before.  Both your pussy and your asshole are painful with each movement from the oversized invaders that have occupied those spaces all night.  You remember that every time you moved during the night, you woke as a different sensation, pain, or irritation coursed through your belly.

Once out of the cage, he speaks.

"Stand up and bend over the foot of the bed."

You rise groggily and move to the foot of the bed.  Judging by the bulge under his pajama bottoms you know what is coming.  However, you find some relief in the fact that he will remove the dildos in order to put his cock in your pussy.  You quickly assume the position and spread your legs wide.  His hands move to the small of your back, unbuckle the strap and unceremoniously pull the dildos from inside you.  The sudden removal is a bit painful. You gasp and then moan deeply.  Before you can experience the relief, you feel his cock, not at your pussy, but at your ass.  Your head jerks up and eyes open wide as he forcefully rams the entire length of his cock into your gaping and ready asshole and without hesitation begins a hard, fast fuck.

He pounds into your ass for several minutes before he leans in and you feel the hot spurt of cum enter your bowels.  He rests there for a few seconds, then pulls himself free of you.  You close your eyes, suddenly aware that you are aroused as well.  The feel of his cock deep inside your ass and his hands touching you has left you with the all too familiar tingling on your clit and aching nipples.  The feeling doesn't last long.

He heads to the bathroom, and you hear him in the shower.  He soon returns, dressed in his usual daily wear.  He doesn’t stop but leaves the room.  You are unsure what to do, but decide, absent any other orders, to remain in the position bent over the bed rail.

Presently, he returns and as he enters the room you hear his voice.

“Stand up but keep your legs spread.”

You expect him to replace the crotch strap, but he doesn’t make a move to pick it up where he has laid it on the bed.  Instead, he steps behind you. Then you understand. You feel his hands at the back of the garter belt fastening something in the buckle.  You look down and gasp as you see the new attachment.

This is a different one.  The strap is much wider, and you can see that it is fitted with two enormous black silicone cocks.  Gone is the standard cone shaped butt plug.  Instead, the strap as what looks like at least a nine-inch cock where the butt plug usually fits.  You gulp, aware of what is about to take place.

"Bend over the rail at the foot of the bed."

You step back to the foot of the bed and bend over the rail, resting your head and shoulders on the bed.

"Spread your feet wider.”

You spread your legs as wide as possible.  You feel him lube both your pussy and your asshole.  Then the head of the cock on the strap slips between your labia.  As big as the dildo on the earlier strap, this is even larger.  It is about the same length.  Long enough that at times it bangs into your cervix.  However, it is much larger in diameter and as he pushes it in, it stretches you wider than you have ever experienced in your life.  You gasp and clutch the bed linens in your hands.

Next, you feel the hard tip of the other dildo at your asshole.  This dildo is about nine inches long but no as big in girth as the front one.  It is wider than the butt plug that you have worn before and there is no narrow end at the base.  When it is inserted and strapped in place, your asshole will remain stretched to the maximum width.  As he begins to work the huge rubber cock into you, you groan and then emit short squeal.  While he does move slowly, he is persistent and keeps the pressure on as the entire length of the invading cock disappears inside your rectum.  When it is seated fully, he buckles the strap at your back.

He moves his attention to the dildo at the rear of the strap.  He works the head into your asshole.  With the huge dildo in your pussy, it makes it even harder to work the long dildo into your ass.  You groan and then sob softly as you feel the cock penetrate into your ass.  It seems to go on forever as he pushes the full length into your rectum.  At last you hear him.

"Stand up."

You stand and even that small movement creates discomfort between your legs.  He turns you around and pulls upward on the crotch strap and runs the connection through the buckle.  With a final jerk on the strap, he fastens the buckle.  The strap is wide between your legs and holds the two devices firmly in place.  You reach behind you to use the padded bar on the bed for support as you try and adjust to the invasion. 

"Come on.  Let's get breakfast."

You walk painfully and slowly to follow him.  Walking with the two gigantic dildos inside you is a new experience.  What surprises you is that each step seems to increase your arousal level slightly. In the kitchen, you can see that he has already been here.  He has pancake batter already prepared and the griddle is hot.  He immediately pours two large pancakes onto the griddle.  He lifts his coffee cup and looks at you.

"There is coffee made.  Help yourself."

You pour yourself a large mug of coffee and then move to sit on one of the bar chairs.  You discover that sitting is a new experience as well.  The pressure on your bottom forces both dildos deeper and into new positions. You watch as he tends to the pancakes and soon a large golden-brown pancake sits on a plate in front of you.  There is butter, syrup, and fruit to go with the perfectly prepared pancakes.

"You are an excellent cook."

"Thank you.  I get a lot of practice and I do enjoy cooking."

You finish the meal in silence.  When you finish, he clears the dishes and pours another cup of coffee.

"You cleaned up in the playroom yesterday without being told to.”

"Yes Sir.  It seemed like the proper things to do."

“You also cleaned up after dinner. Why?”

He has not given you permission but he has said nothing else about your gaze so you take a chance an him directly in the eye.

“It is apparent that you consider me your property for this week to do with as you please, I assume that doing the menial household chores is part of my duties.”

"I like your initiative.  This morning I will show you how to clean leather and silicone toys.  Also you will do your regular chores while I am working in my office."

Yes Sir."

"Finish your coffee and we will get started."

After you finish your coffee, he leads you to the other side of the cavern.

"Gather all the dirty linens from all the hampers and put them in one of these cloth bags.  They go back upstairs in the lift and fresh linens will come down to replace them.  Bring any of the leather and silicon toys to the kitchen."

He stands and watches as you gather the towels and other linens from the hampers in the various rooms.  You carry the bag and the toys to the bedroom.  You gather the soiled linen from the bathroom and the toys that are in the black hamper. He leads you back to the kitchen.  You put the linen bag in the lift and press the button to send it up. You find him standing beside you as you finish.  He takes the leather toys and lays them on the counter.

"All of the silicon toys are dishwasher safe.  You can simply detach them from the leather, put them on the top rack of the dishwasher, set it to the sanitize cycle, put in a pod of detergent and run the machine.  When it is done, the dildos go back into the cabinet in the large playroom."

He opens a cabinet and takes out a bottle and several rags.

"This is leather cleaner and disinfectant.  Put a little on a cloth and simply wipe all the leather thoroughly, then use a fresh towel to wipe it again.  The leather too goes back to the cabinet in the play room.  Don't forget to clean all the bathrooms, the kitchen, make the bed, and clean up anything else that we have used."

"Yes Sir."

"I will be in my office.  Come there when you are finished."

He leaves you in the kitchen to begin your chores.  It takes you almost an hour and a half to complete all your tasks.  You discover that doing domestic housekeeping can be enjoyable but the addition of the extremely large dildos in both orifices presents some challenges.  However, the more you move and the longer you wear them, you find them easier to accept and, in some cases, even a bit enjoyable and arousing.

At last, you finish, and you go to the office where you find him working intently at the computer.  You move to the cushion to the left of the desk and take your place.  You sit with your legs curled to one side, leaning slightly so that you sit on your hip and not directly on the base of the dildo in your ass.  He seems to be unaware that you are in the room as he works.

You sit patiently for almost two hours.  He never says a word.  His focus is on the computer.  You use the opportunity to covertly observe him.  At last, he switches the computer off and pushes back from the desk.  He swivels the chair to look at you.

"I am a bit disappointed."

Your eyes go wide as you hear his words.

"You think I didn't notice you watching me.  I told you that you were to keep your eyes averted when you are with me unless I give you permission otherwise.  I gave you no permission this time."

You shift uncomfortably on the cushion as you listen.  You are fairly sure what the results are going to be.  You steel yourself for the shock from the dildos. You hear him speak again.

"Those dildos don't have electrodes.  You will stand another punishment this time."

"Yes Sir"

Your voice is a bit weak and wavers slightly.

He stands and you struggle to your feet to follow him.  You are careful to keep your eyes averted.

You follow as he leads you from the office.  He steps across the corridor into the library.  Once inside he goes to a smooth panel on the wall between two of the bookshelves.  Looking through a drawer in a cabinet he finds a roll of cellophane tape.  He tears off a small piece.  Looking at you he then goes to the wall and applies the piece of tape to the middle of the panel.  Reaching to the corner, he selects a rattan cane from a collection sitting in a jar on the floor.  You shiver expecting to feel the cane again.  Instead, he lays it on the floor about 18 inches from the wall.

"Put your feet just behind the cane."

You move to stand where he points.  The toes of the heels you wear just touch the rattan cane on the floor.

He looks at the bookshelves and chooses a large, heavy volume.  He hands the book to you.

"Hold that in both hands behind your back."

You shift the book behind you.  You are somewhat confused, unsure of what he has in mind at this point.

"You will lean forward and put your nose on that piece of cellophane tape on the wall.  You will hold that book behind you without letting it drop.  You may not bend your knees.  Your legs must remain straight.  Now get into position."

You look at the dot of tape on the wall.  You begin to lean forward and find that the tape on the wall is just out of easy reach.  You struggle to retain your balance and get your nose on the tape.  The height of the heels adds to the discomfort and almost immediately, your calves and thighs begin to tire.  Your arms and hands, holding the heavy book behind your back are also soon complaining.  He speaks again.

"You will remain in this position for 30 minutes.  If you drop the book, if your nose comes off the tape, or if you unlock your knees, the time starts over.  Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

Good, you have 28 minutes to go."

You can't see him, but you know he is sitting in the chair out of sight, watching you and the clock.  You feel your legs start to tremble and you concentrate on keeping your knees locked and your nose on the wall.  Suddenly, you feel the heavy book begin to slip from your grasp and as you try to recover it, your nose comes from the wall.

"Pick up the book, put your nose back on the wall.  You have 30 minutes."

You groan, almost whine.  Your arms ache.  Your hands hurt, your legs are burning and the dildos in your ass and pussy feel bigger than ever.  You get back into position and desperately try to hold the book steady.  This time you turn your hands palm up and rest the book on your palms and forearms with your fingers curled to hold the edge.  This seems much easier and takes some of the strain off your hands.  The position you are in forces the dildo in your pussy to press against your cervix.  What started as a dull ache is now rapidly growing into a sharp pain.  You begin to understand why this is punishment.

You manage to hold your position for the entire thirty minutes.  When he announces that you are done, you collapse to your knees and drop the book. Your legs are trembling and you are almost sobbing with the exertion.  He sits for a several more minutes before he speaks, allowing you to recuperate a bit.

"Can you stand?"

You reach out and put a hand on the wall to steady yourself.  You manage to get one foot under you and push yourself to your feet. When you are standing you answer.

"Yes Sir."

"Good.  Lunch will be down soon.  You may find a quiet place and rest until it is ready."

He walks over and picks up the book that is still laying behind you.  You look around, keeping your eyes lowered and notice the name of the book he chose.  The title, Crime and Punishment, almost makes you chuckle.  You are sure he chose that book on purpose.  He returns the book to the shelf and choses another, returns to his chair, opens the book and begins to read.  You move across the room and arrange several of the large cushions together, sit and then curl up in a fetal position on the large pillows.  Your legs still burn and each movement you make increases the discomfort in your pussy and ass. 

You never go fully to sleep.  However, you float into a semi-conscious state as you lay in the cushions.  You are unaware of how much time passes until you hear his voice.

"Lunch will be coming down soon.  Come to the kitchen."

He stands and starts to move.  Slowly coming back to full consciousness, you realize he is already out of the room before you can manage to stand.  Hurrying along, you try to ignore the pain between your legs and in your belly as you fast walk to the kitchen.  He is taking food from the lift as you arrive.  Sitting it on the island counter, he looks at you. 

"You may look up and take a seat at the counter."

You glance up at him and then at the food on the countertop.  You realize that you are famished and slide onto the bar stool and wait for his cue.  You see two large chef salads on the counter.  In addition, there are several types of bread, cheese, and spreads from which to choose.  He sets a bottle of water next to your bowl and lays out utensils.

"Eat."

Taking him at his word, you take a thick slice of what looks like homemade sourdough bread, spread it thickly with butter and then lift the fork to spear the salad.  Despite the pain that sitting on the dildo causes, you eat hungrily, watching him all the time.  He seems oblivious to your gaze, but you know that he is very rarely unaware of anything that is going on around him.

You find your appetite sated before he is done.  Standing, you gather your dirty dishes and move around the counter, rinse them and put them into the dishwasher.  You have forgotten that dildos are still on the top rack, clean and ready to store.  You gather them and then look at him.

"May I go put these up."

"Certainly."

You hurry off to the far cavern.  It takes you several tries looking in different cabinets to find the proper place for the dildos and butt plugs.  To your amazement, you find drawer after drawer filled with different types, sizes, shapes, and kinds of insertable devices.  When you find the drawer where the empty space for the two dildos that are clean are stored, you also see the space where the one that is currently in your pussy and the one in your ass are kept.  Your eyes go wide as you see that there are dildos even longer and larger than the ones you are wearing. 

You gulp as you look at the largest in the drawer. It is over 14 inches in length and must be at least 3 inches in diameter.  The realization that he may intend to put that inside you at some point fills you with a bit of fear.  Unimaginably, you reach out to lift it and hold it in your hand.  As you touch it, your arousal level immediately jumps. You put the object back in place and close all the drawers.  It is a little concerning that the thought of having that monster put into your pussy seems to excite you.  The thought causes you to consider how you are reacting to this entire situation.

Back in the kitchen you find that he has cleared the rest of the dishes and put the leftovers into the refrigerator.  He is sipping water, apparently waiting for you to return. As you enter, he speaks.

"I have been thinking about this afternoon.  Since you were disciplined earlier, I have changed my mind and postponed the session I had selected for this afternoon. Instead, I think you deserve something different."

Now you are on edge.  You aren't sure what he had planned or what he is now planning. 

"Come with me."

He steps off into the living room.

"Stand there."

He points to a space out of the way near the wall.  He begins to work.  He moves his recliner to one side and moves the cushions and piles them in the corner.  He disappears toward the other side of the cavern and reappears with a heavy wooden chair on a dolly.  He positions the chair in front of the television.  The chair doesn't have a regular seat, but a V shaped pair of slats.  The back is taller than normal and it has heavy wooden arms. 

"Come here."

You move to stand in front of him.

You watch as he unbuckles the crotch strap and then pulls the dildos from your pussy and ass.  He turns and drops them into a black hamper and turns back to you.

"Sit."

You move and sit on the hard wooden V-shaped seat on the chair.  He moves to pull straps across your upper thighs and buckles them tight.  More straps go across your legs just above your knees, below your knees and at your ankles.  When they are tight, you cannot move your legs at all.  Next, a wide leather strap goes around your belly and another just under your tits.  He pulls them tight pinning you against the tall back of the chair.

Open your mouth."

You open your mouth wide, and he pushes a very large ball gag behind your teeth.  He has to squeeze the rubber ball tightly to get it into your mouth and when it expands, it forces your mouth wide, presses your tongue down, and there is no way you can dislodge it with your hands.  He buckles the strap behind your head, and you discover that the straps attach to the chair so that your head is held immobile against the back of the chair.

Your arms are fastened similarly to the arms of the chair.  Finally, he fastens a leather strap around your neck and another around your forehead.  When he is done, you are secured to the chair tightly, unable to move or even turn your head.  You can only see the TV screen in front of you.

He dims the lights in the room and takes his place in the recliner.  He works the remote control to make the TV come to life and you watch as figures fill the screen.  You see a woman, naked and bound to a table.  A man wheels an apparatus between her spread legs.  From the apparatus extends a pole with a huge dildo on the end.  The man aligns the dildo with her pussy and then inserts the dildo deep inside her.  He locks the wheels of the apparatus and flips a switch. The dildo begins to move in and out of her.  As you watch the man manipulates the controls and the dildo moves faster and faster.  The woman begins to scream.  At first, she screams as she orgasms.  As time passes, her screams turn to screams of agony as the machine continues its relentless fuck of her pussy. The man watches, slowly stroking his now erect cock until the woman apparently passes out.  He shuts the machine off, wheels it out of the way, and then violently fucks the incoherent woman.

The scene changes and you see another woman bound to a St. Andrews cross.  She is naked.  The camera closes in on her tits.  You can clearly see that her nipples are clamped tightly and heavy weights hand from the clamps, pulling her breasts down grotesquely and stretching her nipples.  The clamps are metal and have sharp jagged teeth that are biting into the nipple flesh.  Blood seeps from her tits and drips down onto her belly. 

As the camera pulls back, you see that she wears a harness that holds a large wand vibrator at her clit.  You can hear as the vibrator is turned on and she reacts instantly, jerking at the sudden and unexpected pulsations on her clit.  She rapidly begins to move her hips trying desperately to increase the sensation.  She writhes and twists in the restraints.  Suddenly she screams as a had fast orgasm overtakes her.   In seconds another orgasm rocks her body and then a third.  Now she begins to struggle to escape the torment of the vibrator on her clit.  She screams and begs. 

Her body betrays her, and she orgasms again.  This time the screams are pitiful and filled with pain.  Despite her pleas, whoever is in charge, lets her continue to suffer.  She loses control of her bladder and urinates.  The golden urine splatters between her feet, but still the torture continues.  The woman is sobbing, screaming, sobbing and crying.  There seems to be no relief for her.  Then, the screaming stops and she slumps forward, held up by the leather straps of her wrists and the leather belt at her waist.  The scene cuts away.

For the next hour, you watch scene after scene of women being used, tortured, fucked and toyed with.  There is never a repeat in the circumstances or methods used.  Some of the scenes are bloody and graphic.  Some are short and to the point.  Finally, he stops the videos, stands and looks at you.

"Are you enjoying my choices to keep you entertained.  Are you turned on?  Let me see."

He reaches down and thrust two fingers into your pussy.  You grunt as his fingers penetrate into you.  He pulls them away and looks at them.

"Just as I thought.   You are as turned on as anyone I have ever seen.  Are you imagining yourself in those positions, me doing those things to you.  Do you wonder how it would feel and whether you would come?  We can see to some extent how you would react."

From under the chair where you sit, he pulls a wand vibrator.  A clamp on the chair extends between your legs and when the vibrator is attached, he positions the head so that it just barely touches your clit. He returns to his chair and starts the videos again.  You watch the same sort of scenes start again.  Then the vibrator comes on. 

You screech around the ball gag.  On the screen a woman is hanging by her heels suspended above the floor.  A man is using a length of knotted rope to pummel her body over and over.  She is screaming, twisting, and writhing.  As you watch, with the vibrator on your clit, you feel your hips begin to move, trying to push forward to feel more of the vibrator.

Your eyes are glued to the TV where you watch a woman being tied to a frame by 5 men who then take turns at her.  She is unable to resist as one takes her from behind and another forces his cock through the ring gag holding her mouth open, down deep into her throat.  She gags and spit drips from her mouth as the man face fucks her ruthlessly. All the while the man behind her is fucking her hard and fast.  You strain to get your clit closer to the vibrator that he has positioned just millimeters away.  You can feel the vibrations through the chair, but you can't quite get your hips forward enough to touch it. 

You manage to shift just enough that you can feel the vibration a bit more through the wooden chair and you feel your arousal building.  You are desperately trying to reach an orgasm.  The sexual tension that has been building over the past few days is like a bomb inside you ready to go off.  You realize that you have not had an orgasm since before you came down into the cavern.  Now, it is like an ache inside you.  You seem to have forgotten the pain, the humiliation, the stretching of the huge dildos.  You grind your hips trying to find that last bit of stimulation when suddenly, the vibration stops.  He has turned off the vibrator.

You groan.  Your hips continue to squirm, but the sensations slowly subside.  You look back to the TV and now find a woman hanging by her heels.  A man and a woman are taking turns using wide leather slappers on her ass and her tits.  She is screaming as a constant rain of blows fall on her.  You whimper a bit as you work trying to find a bit of relief.  As the scene on the TV changes to a woman walking down a street, you watch as she is dragged into a van of men and kidnapped.  The men tie her and begin to grope her, slowly removing her clothing by tearing or cutting it away.

 You watch, fascinated, as they pull into a deserted barn in the country, haul her from the van and begin to sexual assault her.  Suddenly the vibration returns and almost instantly your body reacts.  Your hips start to move, and you again are straining to try to reach the source of the vibration so tantalizingly close to your clit.

This routine continues for almost an hour.  He lets you get almost to the point that your body is ready to tip over the edge into an orgasm and then shuts down the vibrator.  With the tight restraints, the loss of the vibration makes it impossible for you to keep yourself stimulated, even watching non-stop sexual action on the television.  He allows you to come down from your edge and then starts the vibrator again.  Your frustration grows, your need to orgasm is now almost as painful as any of the whippings or other tortures to which you have been subjected.  You find you are sweating, breathing hard and rapidly, and that you are making mewing, whining, and begging noises. 

Suddenly, the TV goes dark, and the sound stops.  You find that the vibrator has stopped as well.  In your super aroused state, you are barely cognizant of him until you see him standing directly in front of you.  Without a word he reaches between your legs and pushes two fingers deep into your pussy and immediately withdraws them.  You groan deeply, at the feeling of his fingers and then the sudden emptiness.

"My, my.  You are dripping wet.  There is a puddle under the chair in fact.  You must need to cum badly after all that.  Why don't you sit there and think about it while I go get ready for bed."

You watch, almost in horror, as he simply walks away and leaves you still tightly strapped to the wooden chair.  Seconds after he leaves the room, the light go out and you are left in total darkness, helpless, and needing to cum so much that you almost start to sob.  You aren't sure how long he is gone, but when the lights come back up, he walks back in front of you stark naked.  His cock stands out proud, hard, and moving slightly as he walks.  You gaze at him hungrily. 

He stops in front of you.

"How badly do you need to cum slut?"

"Please sir.  I need to cum.  It hurts."

"What are you willing to do to get to cum?"

You lick your lips trying to think but your level of arousal is so high that your thought processes are confused.

"Anything.  Whatever you want.  I will do it.  Please.   Let me cum.  Make me cum.  Please.  PLEASE!"

You see him smile.

"Anything.  You offer anything to me, who you know is capable of almost anything."

You hear the words and understand, but your body is controlling what you say.

"Yes.  Anything.  Just let me cum.  I will do, accept, let you do anything you want to me.  Just Let Me CUM!"

"Very well.  Remember, you agreed to this and I will hold you too it."

You nod vigorously.

He begins to unstrap you from the chair.  Before he removes the straps from your arms and wrists, he admonishes you.

"You are not to touch yourself or try to make yourself cum.  Do you understand."

You groan deeply but nod in agreement.  He reaches down and twists one of your nipples cruelly making you screech.

"Answer me when I ask you a question."

You manage to squeak your answer.

"Yes Sir."

Nodding, he releases the rest of the straps, freeing you from the chair.

"Come with me."

He leads you into the bedroom.  You are frightened on several levels.  You wonder what he will do to you since you agreed to accept anything.  You are also afraid he will lock you in the cage under the bed with orders not to make yourself cum.  That might be the worst possible torture he could require.  You watch as he stops at the side of the bed, turns, sits on the bed then swivels himself to stretch out in the middle of the bed, his back against the headboard supported by several large pillows.  He sits, half reclined, and his cock stands proudly sticking almost straight up.

"Tonight, you are going to fuck me.  Get on the bed.  Straddle my cock and put it in your pussy.  I am going to lay here and let you fuck me until I cum.  You are not to cum until I give you the order.  Do you understand."

You answer eagerly.

"Yes Sir!"

You scramble onto the bed and position yourself astride his lap.  Reaching down, you guide his cock to your pussy then lower yourself eagerly onto his member.  You feel it fill you and go deep inside you.  You wiggle slightly, trying to get as much of him inside you as possible.  You look down at him.  He has his hands behind his head, his fingers laced together, and he is watching you with a slight smile on his face.

You begin to work your hips up and down.  It feels amazing to finally have a cock inside you and the result of almost two hours of being edged over and over again have left you craving orgasm.  However, you work hard to control yourself to prevent that from happening until you can bring him to his orgasm.

You work your hips up and down, you wiggle, you twist.  You perform every maneuver you can think of to get him off.  However, he just lays there watching you and smiling.  You are careful not to accidentally push yourself over the edge.  There is no telling what kind of punishment he would devise if you orgasmed before he allows it.  Still.  You wonder how much control he can exert on himself to keep from cumming himself.

You raise up off of his cock and look at him.  His expression hasn't changed, and he offers no comments.  You shift slightly.  Holding his cock, you adjust yourself and put the head of his cock at your asshole.  Arching your back a bit, you lower yourself and let his cock slide into your ass.  The feeling is amazing and there is little or no pain.  You attribute this to the stretching of the huge rubber cock.  Once he is well inside you, you drop down driving the length of his cock deep inside your ass.  You gasp and have to close your eyes tightly and concentrate to prevent yourself from going over the edge.

Opening your eyes, you look at him, but nothing has changed.  He still sits, half reclined, hands behind his head, and the slight smile on his face.  You begin to fuck his cock in your ass.  Several times you must stop and work to keep from orgasming yourself.  Yet, he doesn't seem any closer than when you started.  You begin to pant, not only with the exertion, but also with the need.  You are mewing like a kitten.  You aren't sure how much longer you can contain yourself.

Suddenly, he lifts his hips to meet you as you are moving down onto his cock.  His hands come down to rest on your things as you kneel over him.  He pistons his cock up into your ass several times, then lifts them high, forcing himself deep into you and you feel him twitch and quiver.  Cum jets from his cock into your bowels and, letting out a long deep breath, he collapses on the bed.  He looks up at you.

"Now CUM you fucking slut."

Your eyes fly open and your ass clamps down on his cock instantly.  You arch your back and a long guttural howl comes from deep inside you as your body is wracked by the hardest and longest orgasm you have ever experienced.  You feel his hands on your tits and then hear him again.

"CUM again bitch."

It is as if he slaps you with his hand.  Your whole body reacts, and another gut-wrenching orgasm sweeps over you.  You have trouble breathing as you screech and buck.  His cock, still inside you, is growing softer but you can still feel it.  You gasp for breath as you peak and start down the other side.  Suddenly, your left nipple fires a sharp electric pain through you as he twists the nipple savagely.  At the same time, you hear him one more time.

"Cum again you pain whore."

You cannot control the response.  Your pussy contracts and spasms.  You ass tightens and your whole body convulses as another hard, almost painful orgasms slams you.  You scream.  Your hands clutch spasmodically on his belly, your nails leaving deep red marks.  Your head goes back and your eyes close.  As you peak and start to come down, he grabs your arms and pulls you down onto his chest.  Your head rests on his shoulder and you breathe raggedly.  You feel one of his arms around you over your back.  The other is down, and his hand squeezes your ass firmly.

You hear his voice in your ear.

"Good girl.  You are special.  You performed magnificently, managed to control your orgasms, and that is one of the best fucks I have ever received."

Even in your state of almost comatose cum induced semi-consciousness, you smile.  His words are like being wrapped in a warm blanket. You lay on him for several minutes and then move slightly to roll off toward the side of the bed.

"Where are you going?"

"Sir, if I don't get to the cage soon, I may not be able too.  I think I am going to pass out asleep."

You hear him chuckle.

"Then don't go to the cage.  Roll over here and you can sleep tonight here with me."

He rolls slightly, pushes the covers back and then pulls them up over himself.  You look at him wide eyed and then slip under the covers beside him.  He turns onto his side. He pulls you up close and snuggles you into him spoon fashion.  One arm goes over you and he fills his hand with your breast.  You lay there in utter disbelief.  In only seconds you hear his breathing quieten and become regular.  You realize that he is already asleep.  The lights are out, and you lay for many minutes, thinking deeply about what you have experienced from this man in only a few short hours.