Day Two

You wake to the sound of the padlock on the cage door being opened.  At first you are a little dazed.  You are lying flat on your back, your wrists still locked to the cuffs at your waist.  The plug and dildo are still deeply embedded inside you and your tits ache and burn.  They are still tightly strapped by the leather straps that encircle them as part of the harness you wear.  You can see his bare feet and the hems of his pajama legs.

"Get out."

You roll and scuffle your way out of the cage that is below the king-sized bed.  Once out he speaks to you curtly.

"Stand Up."

You struggle to your feet.  Not an easy task with your hands cuffed at your sides.  He grasps your upper arm and walks you around to the foot of the bed.  As you walk you notice that he is sporting a clearly visible erection inside the silk pajama bottoms.  He positions you at the foot of the bed, facing the padded rail that runs across the foot board.  The padded rail is about 10 inches above the mattress.

You feel his hand at the back of your neck and as he pushes forward, he speaks.

"Bend over the rail."

You cannot help yourself down so at one point you simply fall forward onto the mattress with your head and shoulders.  A sharp stab of pain goes through you as your breasts are mashed under you.  The padded rail keeps your ass high.

"Spread your feet apart."

Without hesitation you spread your feet as wide apart as possible.  You know this exposes you completely, but you find that it does provide just a bit of relief to your asshole and pussy.  You feel his hands at your back and suddenly, without warning or preparation, he pulls both the plug and dildo from inside you.  You gasp as the plug is wrenched from your ass hole.  You can feel the tug on the belt around your waist as he drops the crotch piece holding the dildos to dangle between your legs. 

In an instant, you feel something else at your pussy.  You realize what he intends and have no time to prepare before he rams the entire length of his hard cock deep into your pussy. He immediately begins to saw in and out of you.  Each thrust pounds your hips against the padded rail.  His hands grip your waist at first.  Then he grabs the ponytail at the back of your head and jerks you up savagely, forcing you to arch your back. He drives his cock again and again into your pussy.  He doesn't take long, quickly coming in a series of violent and painful thrusts into you.  As quickly as he entered your pussy, he pulls free.

"Stay there.  Don't move until I tell you too."

You lay with your head on the mattress so that you can see the door to the bathroom.  You watch as he walks into the bathroom, lowers the pajama bottoms and turns on the shower.  He spends a few minutes in the shower.  What you can see through the frosted glass of the shower door tells you that he shaves in the shower and then washes his hair and bathes himself.  You can see as he steps out of the shower, grabbing a large bath sheet and towels himself dry.  He steps out of sight, and you hear a drawer open and almost as quickly, he steps back into your vision, still naked.  He walks toward you.

"Did you enjoy watching?  I will let that one slide this time considering the position you are in."

He walks out of sight behind you and you feel hands at your neck and your back.  The leather harness is pulled free, and you hear him once again.

"Stand up."

You rise and his hands go around you to remove the leather bands that have been constricting your tits all night.  As they are loosened and full blood flow returned, your tits burn and ache causing you to wince and bite your lip.  He drops the harness on the bed and then uses his hands to rub your tits.

"You may use my shower this morning.  There is a razor in the shower, shampoo and body wash.  You can use my towel.  When you are done, come to the kitchen."

Without another word, he turns and walks toward his closet.  You move toward the bathroom and as you glance back you see him putting on his usual dark pants and white button-down shirt.  You waste no time getting into the shower and beginning the laborious process of shaving your entire body before you shampoo and bathe yourself.

Once out of the shower and dry, you find a brush and work the tangles from your hair and put it back into the ponytail as you were instructed.  You look at the stockings and heels that you folded and put on the countertop and decide to take his orders literally.  You sit on the stool, put the stockings back on and slip on the heels.  Glancing at yourself in the mirror, it occurs to you that the stockings and heels make you look more naked if that is possible.  You turn to go to the kitchen as instructed.

You find him in the kitchen busy making breakfast.  He has bacon cooking on the stove and is cracking eggs into a mixing bowl.  He turns to look at you and nods approvingly.

"Breakfast will be ready shortly.  You may sit at the bar with me this morning.  I want to talk to you a bit before we start the day."

You nod and slide onto one of the bar height swivel chairs.  You choose the one next to the end chair where he sat last night.  He turns his attention to the eggs.  He mixes in diced green pepper, onions, a bit of garlic, and some cilantro.  Setting the eggs to one side, he removes the now crispy bacon from the pan, drains it and crumbles it.  He stirs the bacon crumbles into the egg and veggie mixture then pours the whole mixture back into the pan with the bacon grease.  He stirs the concoction as it cooks.  In seconds, he plates the eggs and turns to put one plate in front of you and sets another in front of the empty chair.

"There is coffee in the coffee maker.  Cups are in the cabinet above.  Help yourself."

Silently, you slide off the stool and pour coffee.  When you return you can see he is already busy with the huge omelet on his plate.  Between bites, he watches you and finally begins to speak.

"Why did you come back?"

The question catches you off guard.

"I don't know really.  Curiosity.  Excitement."

He continues to eat.  Presently he starts speaking again.

"What do you expect to happen?"

"I asked DKH that and was told by him that anything could happen."

"He told you the truth."

"May I ask a question?"

"Yes."

"He mentioned what he called rational anarchy.  Do you really believe that."

"If you mean do I believe that I alone am responsible for my actions and decisions, you are correct."

"But, do you really believe that you don't have to obey any laws?"

"Laws are a creation of men to help them make sense of their surroundings and try to control those who aren't capable of controlling themselves or are unwilling to accept that they alone are responsible for their own lives.  I obey the laws that I feel make sense for me.  The others I ignore."

"You make it all sound so logical."

"It is logical.  A society cannot legislate morality or common sense. Only the individual can decide what is best for themselves.  The foundation of that is the understanding that I am also responsible for any outcomes or consequences of my decisions and my actions."

"By that logic, if you believe a person deserves to be executed, they have the right to perform that execution without any due process."

"If I am willing to accept the responsibility for that decision with the full understanding that the other people in my society may disagree and may wish to hold me accountable for that persons execution.  I may, in turn, be executed."

She nodded, scooped up the last of her omelet and looked at him.

"Any more questions?"

"No Sir."

"Good.  Then here are your instructions for this morning.  Clean the kitchen.  Clean the bathroom and put out a fresh towel.  Gather the dirty towels and the leather harness.  There is a laundry room behind that door.  Put the linen in the white hamper.  Put the leather in the black hamper.  I will show you how to clean it later.  When you are done with those chores, I will be in my office.  Find me there."

"Yes, sir."

He leaves the kitchen quickly and you set about doing the chores he has assigned.  You think to yourself that this is not at all what you had imagined.  The harness had not been that bad.  The electric shocks were painful but not unbearable to this point.  While the sex this morning was surprising and a bit rough, you had found it pleasing.

With the chores done, you find your way to his office.  He is working at the computer and only glances up as you enter.  You see a cushion to the side of the desk and move to kneel there with your legs curled to one side.  He continues with what he is doing for several minutes then speaks.

"Are the chores all done?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good.  Now, to get you ready for the rest of the day."

He steps around the desk and takes several items from a side table.  He hands them to you.  You find a package of fresh stockings.  This time they are the type that require garters.  He hands you another leather harness.  This one is just a wider waist belt, but it has garters attached for the stockings.  He also holds another crotch strap.  This one also sports both a dildo and a butt plug.  You gulp as you realize that both are larger than the ones on the harness you wore last night.

"Change out of those stockings and put on the garter belt and stockings.  Put on your shoes and I will arrange the rest of your apparel for today."

You nod, open the package and remove the sheer black silk stockings.  They have seams with Cuban heels.  You remove the stockings you wear now and lay them aside.  You carefully unfold the silk stockings and work them onto your leg. You stand to attach the garter belt around your waist.  You look to make sure the seams are straight on your legs and then attach the six garter snaps to the stocking tops.  You slip your feet into your heels.  You pick up the stockings you wore yesterday and look at him.

"There is a waste backet behind you.  Toss them in there."

You are surprised.  It seems so wasteful.  He sees the questions on your face.

"Don't worry.  They are relatively inexpensive nylons.  The silk one you are wearing today are much more expensive."

"Yes Sir."

You toss the soiled nylons in the trash.

"Turn around."

You turn and you feel him attaching the leather crotch strap to the waist belt.

"Bend forward and spread your legs."

You move into position, and he places the head of the much bigger butt plug at your ass.  You can feel that he has lubricated it, but it is still a struggle to accept the larger size.  You groan as he works the butt plug deeper and deeper, stretching your complaining asshole further than it has ever stretched.  You gasp as it slips home and your sphincter contracts around the narrow neck.  Next you feel the large dildo at your pussy opening.  This dildo is wider than the other one, stretching your pussy and causing your asshole to complain as well.  He forces the entire length inside you, and you feel the head of the dildo as it bottoms out against your cervix.  When he pulls the strap tight and buckles it in front, the dildo remains pressed firmly against your inner sphincter which cause much discomfort.

"Stand up."

You straighten up and wait.

"Turn around"

You turn to face him.

"This morning I have work to attend to.  You may sit here, or you may go to the library.  You have my permission to choose a book to read if you wish.  When I am done, we will have lunch and then tend to the afternoon activities."

Without another word he returns to the desk and is again almost immediately absorbed in the computer.  You wait for a moment and decide to move across the hallway to the library.  Walking with the bigger plugs in place is a new experience and takes some getting used to.  You manage to get to the library.  You begin to look in more detail at the collection of books.  The diversity of the collections is vast and includes many of the classics of literature.  It also has a selection of popular current works in many genres.  As you slowly work your way down the shelves you begin to notice that some of the books look more used than the others.  Going back to where you started, you begin to look for these books which indicate they are volumes to which he returns time after time.  You begin to recognize a pattern.

You mentally note the volumes that show the most wear.  Dangerous Liaisons by Pierre Choderlos de Laclos. Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes. Plato: The Republic. The Prince by Niccolò Machiavelli. The Art of War by Tsun Tzu. A set of volumes by Baron de Montesquieu.  The works of John Locke. Dune by Frank Herbert. Dante's Inferno by Dante Alighieri.  Justine and Juliette by the Marquis De Sade. Time Enough for Love by Robert Heinlein.  You soon lose count, but these are some of the most handled volumes in his library. Choosing one of the books by DeSade, you place the spine on a table and let the book fall open.  You had seen in a movie that the book would fall open to the most often read passage and you want to see what he reads.

The book falls open and you scan the pages facing you.  There are several places that appear to have been touched and scanned with a finger more than the others.  You begin to read one of those passages.

“I am a libertine, but I am not a criminal nor a murderer, and since I am compelled to set my apology alongside my vindication, I shall therefore say that it might well be possible that those who condemn me as unjustly as I have been might themselves be unable to offset the infamies by good works as clearly established as those I can contrast to my errors. And yet you who today tyrannize me so cruelly, you do not believe it either: your vengeance has beguiled your mind, you have proceeded blindly to tyrannize, but your heart knows mine, it judges it more fairly, and it knows full well it is innocent.”

You return the book to its place on the bookshelf and pick another.  This time you chose a more modern volume, a science fiction title that you aren't familiar with.  It is well used, and you perform the same trick, sitting the book on its spine and letting the pages fall open.  The book is by Robert Heinlein and titled Time Enough for Love.  You find a place on the open pages that is marked with pencil in the margins.  You begin to read.

“A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.”

You ponder these two quotes and realize they say a lot about the philosophy of a man who chooses to live alone, segregated from a world in which he chooses not to participate because it doesn't recognize his right to make his own decisions and live his life to his own satisfaction. 

Something makes you look up to find him standing in the doorway watching you.  You immediately avert your eyes.

"Sorry Sir.  I looked before I knew it was you."

"No harm.  Have you found something interesting?"

"Um yes.  May I keep this one to read?"

"You may come back here anytime you wish to read.  The books stay here, in their places."

You nod and move to return the book to its slot on the shelf. 

"Come. I am done with work for today."

He turns and you follow along, moving to your place to his left and a pace behind.

He leads you down the corridor on the other side of the cavern to the door that opens into the largest area filled with many ominous looking pieces of equipment.  Chests sit along the walls with drawers and cabinet doors to hold his collection of toys and implements.  Whips, floggers, and other striking implements hang from wooden pegs along the walls.  He stops just inside the door, and looks around the room.  You surmise that he is deciding what he has in mind.  He moves with purpose toward the far end of the room.  He stops in an open area where there is no furniture or equipment, save a cable hanging from the ceiling with a snap hook at the end.

Turning to you he begins to speak.

"This is the first of your sessions in my playroom.  Since I have no experience of your limits, capacities, and tolerances, this is more of an experimental and learning experience than a real test for you."

"Yes Sir."

He moves to you and unbuckles the crotch strap from the front of the leather garter belt and pulls the large dildo and butt plug from inside you.  He unfastens the strap from the rear of the belt and lays it on top of a nearby cabinet.  He turns back to you.

"Strip completely.  Fold the nylons and lay them on the cabinet.  Put your shoes underneath it.  The garter belt can go with the stockings."

"Yes Sir."

You begin to remove the shoes, stockings and garter belt.   He goes to another cabinet, opens one of the cabinet doors and begins to select several articles.  When you have finished folding your clothing, he returns.  He carries some leather gear and a steel bar with straps attached to the ends.

"Hold out your wrists."

You present your wrists to him, and he quickly attaches a pair of wide gauntlet style manacles.  The manacles fit several inches up your wrist and a strap crosses your palm to attach to the gauntlets.  A wide heavy strap extends over the back of your hand and ends with a heavy steel ring.   You watch as he kneels.

"Spread your legs wide."

You step your feet apart.  The manacle on one end of the steel bar attaches to your left ankle and the manacle at the other end of the bar attaches to your right ankle.  When he is satisfied, he stands and looks at you.

"I want you to experience several different types of impact toys.  It will allow me to judge how you react, your tolerances and capacities, and give me a sense of where I can take you.  You are free to scream, cry, beg, or plead to your heart’s content.  No one will hear you.  You should also remember that you have no safe word here.  Nothing will end until I decide I am done.  Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good."

He takes the two rings on each of your wrists and raises your hands up over your head.  The snap ring on the end of the cable captures them both leaving you with your arms above your head, your legs spread wide apart by the steel bar, naked, and completely exposed.  You watch as he retrieves a small remote control from the cabinet and presses a button.  Immediately you hear a hum, and your wrists start to rise.  In seconds, your arms are stretched to their limits, and you feel yourself being lifted from the ground.  He continues to lift you until your feet are several inches clear of the ground and you hang by your wrists.  You begin to turn slowly as the cable reacts to the tension of your weight.  You suddenly realize that you are now completely helpless.

As you turn slowly, he comes back into view, and you see that he is walking along the wall looking at the objects hanging from the wooden pegs.  As you turn, you cannot see him anymore for several seconds.  As he comes back into your line of sight you see that he is carrying several of the objects.  He lays them on a nearby table.  He looks at the objects and selects one.  You lose sight of him as you turn slowly.  When he comes back into sight, you see he is holding a heavy leather flogger.

You watch as he swings the flogger through the air, and you can hear the swoosh as the tails move.  You slowly turn out of view.  You hear the whoosh of the leather tails in the air and then your ass flashes with a burning pain as the tails cut across your ass cheeks.  You gasp and jerk, causing you to not only turn faster but to swing back and forth slightly.  As you spin, he comes back into view.  Your eyes go wide as you see him raise the flogger again and swing it. 

Just before the tails of the flogger strike your left thigh, he gives the handle a slight twist.  This causes the tails to fan out, spreading them and letting them wrap around the inside of your thigh.  The ends of the tails pop hard against your flesh and you jerk wildly as the pain crashes over you.  As the pain subsides, your thigh and ass now burn like they had been burned.  Your breathing is rapid and ragged. 

Before you can fully recover the flogger cuts across your back.  You scream involuntarily as you arch forward.  Your back feels like someone is cutting it to ribbons.  You begin to struggle, moving your legs wildly as you try to escape.  You see him come slowly into view again as you turn and sway.  To your horror you see him moving slightly. adjusting his position and, as the flogger flies toward you again, you realize that his target is your unprotected breasts. 

You start to scream before the flogger ever impacts your breasts.  When the leather tails cut over your breasts and nipples, the scream turns into an agonizing wail.  You look down to see your breasts now covered in red welts where the tails landed.  Your breasts feel like someone has poured liquid fire on them.  You are now sobbing uncontrollably.  You think it cannot get any worse until you hear the tails singing in the air again and then your entire crotch explodes into a white-hot ball of pain.  He has swung the flogger underhand and brought it upward into your spread legs.

You try to scream but no sound comes out.  Your body bucks and twists uncontrollably as you hang helpless to protect or defend yourself.  Tears flow down your face.  You turn much more slowly now but you pendulum from your struggles.  As you turn you see him standing, smiling, an evil glint in his eye.  To your horror, you see that he is spinning the flogger underhanded, waiting for you to turn into position.  As you turn to face him, He gives the flogger one much harder spin and lets it fly upward between your legs and into your unprotected crotch.  Again, it feels as if someone has put a flame of a hot torch to your pussy and clit.  Your knees come up and try to cross to protect yourself but it to no avail.  You scream, a long piercing wail that ends in deep racking sobs.  You can hear yourself begging him to stop, to give you some respite.  He merely watches as you turn slowly.

When you finally turn again to face him, you realize there have been no more strikes from the flogger.  Your sobbing is still deep and convulsive.  Your body is burning from the flogger blows.  When you can see him again, you see that he no longer holds the flogger.  Now he is carrying a long thin rod.  He swishes it menacingly through the air several times.  Instead of the whoosh of the flogger, the cane sings a high-pitched shrill sound.  You begin to beg.

"Oh god.  Enough.  Please.  I can't take it anymore.  Please.  Not that.  Don't hit me with that!"

He slowly goes out of sight and you struggle slightly, knowing that it is impossible to escape.  The next thing you feel is the sharp cutting bite of the cane across your ass cheek.  It feels like a hot knife has sliced you open and again, you scream in response and twist your body as you hang helpless. 

As he rotates into view, you see him already prepared to deliver another blow with the cane.  You twist and struggle as you hang, trying desperately to find a way to avoid the blow but he expertly lands the cane across your belly.  You convulse in pain and again, your knees come up.  You try to scream but there is no air in your lungs and all you manage is a ragged gurgle.  Before you can recover, another cutting strike lands on your other ass cheek.  You struggle again, twisting, jerking and swinging your legs wildly.  This causes you to turn a bit faster and as he comes into view again, you can barely focus.

Even though you can see him, the next strike of the cane lands unexpectedly directly across your right nipple.  It is the most excruciating pain you have ever experienced, and you nearly pass out.  You finally manage to look down and you can see the deep dark red double welt left by the cane directly across your nipple.  You breathe in deep gasps.  You manage to catch a glimpse of him as he turns out of sight. He is laying the cane on the table.  You hope against hope that he is done.

As you turn, he comes back into view.  He has backed away from you to some distance.  Then you see him flip the long black whip to uncoil it across the floor and you cringe.  His arm swings over his head in a great arc.  The single tail bullwhip describes a curving arc around him and the whistle of it though the air fills the room.  You watch in fear as his arm comes forward and the length of the whip snakes toward you and then curls around your hip.  The tail of the whip snaps around and across your ass and your body convulses in agony as it lays across your flesh.  It feels as if a burning hot iron had been dragged across your skin and you immediately scream and jerk wildly as you hang by your wrists.

As you turn, you hear the hiss of the whip in the air.  Your back is to him now and the tail of the whip curls under your arm and cracks across your chest.  The tip of the tail lands squarely on your nipple and again you scream.  Your body seems to dance at the end of the cable which holds you as you kick and thrash wildly.  Your nipple feels as if it has been torn away from your breast.  Your thrashing now has you turning faster and swaying from side to side as you hang.  You are nearly hysterical with the pain and the fear. 

As you turn, you see the whip snaking toward you and then tail curl around your thigh.  Your leg jerks upward as you wail in anguish.  You sob uncontrollably.  Your breathing is deep and ragged.  Your vision has tunneled out and all you can see is a bright spot directly in front of you.  You can no longer focus properly.

You hear the distinctive sound and in an instant your clit seems to explode.  He has landed the tip of the tail of the whip directly on that vulnerable mound by sending the whip from behind you, between your legs and up to cruelly kiss that sweet spot.   You emit a rapidly rising screech that ends only when your lungs are empty of air.  The pain overwhelms you and your vision goes dark.

As he delivers the last stroke of the whip between your spread legs. he sees your entire body react.  Your knees draw up and try to cross themselves to mitigate the pain.  Your arms contract raising you a few inches toward the ceiling, and you twist to one side.  The scream you emit is like music to his ears and he watches closely as you exhaust the air in your lungs. 

Almost instantly, your head falls backward as you go limp into semiconsciousness.  As your head lolls backward, the sound of water splashing on a hard surface can be heard.  You have lost control of your bladder and you urinate freely, the liquid running down your leg and splashing onto the floor beneath you. 

When you regain enough of your senses to be aware of what is happening, you see that he is coiling the whip and returning it to the peg where it hangs.  You watch as he pulls a long wooden table toward you and positions the end so that your spread legs touch the narrow end of the table.  He presses the remote and you feel yourself being lowered.  His hand on your hip guides you so that you sit on the edge of the table.  Walking along the long edge of the table, he guides you so that you lay back along the table.  When you are fully on the table, he unhooks your wrists from the cable and pulls your arms toward the far end of the table and connects them to a waiting snap ring.  He then walks back down to your legs, raises the bar that connects them and snaps the cable to the center of the bar.  You feel the cable rise and pull your legs upward until your hips are just starting to raise from the table.

You can raise your head a bit to see what he is doing.  Looking between your raised spread legs, you see him free his engorged cock from his trousers and step toward you.  Without hesitation or any word, he grasps your thighs and pulls you toward him.  His cock finds your exposed ass and with a hard thrust, he drives his cock into your asshole.  Another thrust rams the rest of his length into you.  You groan at the sudden intrusion.   You close your eyes as you are subject to a hard ass fucking.  When he has spent himself deep inside your ass, he pulls away and simply walks toward the door and disappears into the corridor.  You are left on the table, unable to move.  In a few seconds the lights go out as the automatic sensors no longer detect him in the room and you are left in the almost complete darkness of the cavern

You have no idea how long you are left in that position.  Suddenly, the lights come on and he re-enters the room.  Craning your head around sideways you can see him enter.  He has on fresh clothing.  Walking back to where you lay with your legs still extended toward the ceiling and spread wide, he activates the remote control, and your legs start to lower.  As the cable descends, he releases your wrists and without a word helps you to sit up on the end of the table.  He quickly releases your ankles from the spreader bar and then removes the leather manacles from your wrists.  Only then does he speak.

"Can you walk?"

You assess yourself.  Despite the ordeal, you find that everything still seems to work.

"I think so."

"Then follow me."

He holds your arm as you slip from the table.  You hold onto the table to steady yourself.  Gingerly, you try a step or two.  He watches and then turns and leads the way toward the door.  You follow, a bit unsteadily.  At the door to the medical clinic room, he enters.  Once inside he turns to you.

"Go and take a shower.  Get the water as hot as you can stand it.  It will sting and burn but it will be better the hotter you can stand it.  When you have showered, come back here."

"Yes Sir."

You pad off to the shower.  You adjust the temperature and step into the water.  Not only does the hot water cause your welts and marks to sting and burn, the pressure of the spray also adds to the discomfort.  However, you notice that the longer you stand and let the water play on you, the less it hurts and the more soothing it becomes.  You lather your hair which you find soaked in sweat and then begin to use a soft sponge to bathe yourself.  You are startled when he appears in the shower.

"Turn around and let me see that sponge."

You hand him the sponge and turn to face away.  You feel him softly begin to bathe your back, down over your ass, and the backs of your thighs.  He touches your shoulder and hands you the sponge.

"Finish up and rinse off thoroughly.  Dry yourself and come back to the outer room."

He is gone as suddenly as he appeared.  You take his advice, finish bathing and then rinse off well.  You pat yourself dry and walk back into the exam room.  He is standing at the cabinets, and has several bottles arrayed on the cabinet top. 

"Come over here."

You walk toward him and stop within arm’s reach.

You watch as he pours white cream into his hand.

Without speaking he begins to dab the cream over you.  He pays particular attention to the whip mark on your nipple which is still oozing a small amount of blood.  As he treats the open breaks on your skin, he begins to speak.

"This is an antibiotic ointment that I mix.  It is mostly natural herbs and plants.  It will stop any infection and help the open breaks in your skin heal without leaving scars."

You find his touch soft and gentle.  It is a far cry from the treatment he just administered with the whips.  He looks down as he works and cocks his head to one side.

"Climb up on the exam table and put your feet in the stirrups."

You move at his command and assume the position.  You again find yourself totally exposed.  He sits on the exam stool and moves between your outstretched legs.  You can feel him carefully touching your labia and clitoris.  You feel the cool ointment as he carefully works it over your clitoris and your labia.

He moves to the sink and washes his hands.  He takes another bottle and pours a generous amount of this potion into his hand.  Moving back to where you lay on the exam table, he begins to gently work the lotion onto the welts from the whips and cane.  Almost immediately, much of the stinging and burning lessens. 

"This is an unguent I prepare.  It is also naturally based and has a mild topical analgesic.  It will help with a bit of the pain, soothe the irritation on your skin and help reduce the swelling and bruising.  I will give you a bottle and you are to apply it to the welts 2 or 3 times a day.  Now, stand up so I can treat your back."

With your feet back on the floor, you are somewhat amazed at how gentle he is.  He is still almost clinical in his attitude.  You almost smile when you think that his bedside manner needs some work but catch yourself.  When he is done, he washes his hands again.  As he is washing, he speaks to you.

"You did well.  You took more than I expected.  And you recovered quicker than most.”

You find that his praise is almost as good as the ointments he has applied.

"We won't have dinner for about another 3 hours.  Until it is time to get ready for dinner, you may occupy yourself however you like.  I am going to watch some TV and relax.  You may visit the library, watch TV with me, or retire to the bedroom.  The cage is unlocked, you can make yourself comfortable there if you like."

"May I ask a question?"

"Yes."

"Should I get the garter belt, stockings and the plugs and put them back on?"

That question seemed to catch him slightly off guard. However, he soon smiles and answers.

"I had not considered that.  Since it didn’t come to my mind, I will leave that decision up to you.  This is one of the few times you will get to have a choice.  You can either put them back on and wear them until it is time to get ready for dinner or leave them where they are.  I will be in the living room.  You can join me there if you wish."

He turns immediately and is gone from the room, leaving you there.  You now have some decisions to make.

Slowly you walk back down the corridor to the playroom.  You look at the table where he fucked you.  Beneath the table a pool of urine still sits.  The clothing sits on the cabinet with the dildos.  You can feel yourself starting to stiffen up a little as the adrenaline begins to wear off.  You suddenly are inspired.

 Looking around you frown then go back out into the corridor.  You find the closet where he took you to first pick out your clothes.  Inside you find a niche with cleaning equipment including a mop.  You grab the mop and some spray disinfectant and hurry as best you can back to the room.  It doesn't take you long to clean the urine mess on the floor.  You struggle with the heavy table but finally manage to wrestle it back to where you remember it setting. 

Returning the mop and cleaning supplies back to the closet, you retrieve your clothing.  You slip the stockings back on your legs and fasten the garter belt around your waist.  Where it lies on top of the welts you find it tender.  You adjust the stockings, clip the garters and step into the heels.  You look at the crotch strap with the huge dildo and butt plug attached.  You bite your lip as you consider whether to try and insert them and fasten the buckles or forego that challenge. 

Taking a deep breath, you take the crotch strap and look at the immense dildo and butt plug.  You open a few drawers on the cabinet closest to you and, to your relief, you find a tube of lubricant.  You coat both of the devices liberally with the cold slick liquid.  You find the buckle in the back where the crotch strap attaches.  You manage to buckle the strap behind you leaving the strap and the dildos hanging down between your legs.

You bend over slightly and reach between your spread legs and grasp the butt plug.  You place it at your asshole and grit your teeth.  You begin to push with your hand and to push back with your sphincter.  You squeeze your eyes shut and grimace as the plug slowly stretches your asshole.  With some effort you manage to get it in and your asshole contracts around the neck. 

Next comes the huge dildo.  You work it into your pussy until you feel the head push against your cervix.  You thread the front strap into the buckle.  Standing straight up, you grasp the strap and give it a hard jerk.  You yelp involuntarily as the strap tightens and drives the dildo against your cervix sharply.  You rapidly fasten the buckle.  You stand for a moment, gathering yourself after that self-imposed ordeal.

When you have regained a bit of your composure, you look around to find the room as close as you can remember to how it was when you first came in.  You move back down the corridor to the medical room.  You quickly go to the bathroom, wipe down the shower and the floor with the towel you used for yourself earlier.  The towel goes into the hamper and a fresh towel goes on the rack.  Back in the exam room, you replace the jars of unguents in the cabinet and wipe down the counter with a paper towel and drop it into the waste bin.  You take another towel, spray the exam table with disinfectant and wipe it down thoroughly.  This paper towel also goes in the waste bin.  Satisfied that the room is back in order, you leave, heading for the living room.

As you enter, he glances toward you.  He watches as you move to the cushion beside his chair and carefully take your place with your legs curled to one side and your back as close to the chair as possible.

"I see you chose to wear your clothing."

"Yes sir."

"Even the plug and dildo."

You do not raise your eyes but answer quietly.

"Yes Sir.  I didn’t want to disappoint you, sir.”

“Well done.  You are learning fast.”

You breathe a sigh of relief. In fact, you are happy that he seems genuinely pleased with your decision. Despite the discomfort and the pain, you sense a bit of tingle thinking you have made him proud.  He turns his attention back to the movie.  You see that he is watching an old black and white movie that you don't recognize.  It is obviously very old.  However, you continue to watch and are soon fascinated by the movie, which seems to be much more erotic than you would have thought.  There is no real nudity, but the costumes are so revealing and so suggestive that they are almost obscener that total nudity.

When the movie ends, he stands.

"Dinner will be here soon. It is time to get ready."

He walks back toward the other side of the cavern.  You follow, wondering just what is in store now.  He turns into the clothing room and waits for you to follow.

"Three times a week the staff upstairs prepares my evening meal.  It is delivered via the lift.  On those nights, I consider dinner to be a formal affair. For that you will need to be properly dressed."

He turns to the long rack of women’s clothing hanging along one wall.  The clothing seems to be arranged by size and then by style.  He looks at you and then begins flipping through the garments.  It doesn't take long for him to select a floor length black gown.  It is shoulder less with a corset style bodice.  He holds it up and looks at you.

"This should do fine.  You won't have to change your stockings or shoes.  I think it will fit."

He hands you the dress and then walks back out into the corridor.  Outside he turns as you stand sort of stunned.

"Come on."

You turn and hurry from the room as he walks quickly toward his chambers.  In his bedroom, he stops.

"There is makeup in the left most set of drawers along with some perfumes.  Fix your hair, put on makeup, and get dressed."

He turns and goes into his closet, and you hurry to the bathroom.  As he indicated, you find drawers filled with the best and most expensive beauty products and cosmetics.  You quickly curl your hair into a semblance of a style and then apply makeup.  At last, you take the gown and pull it on.  The corset bodice is slightly too small.  The net result is that your breasts threaten to spill out over the top.  Otherwise, it is a good fit.  As you look in the mirror, you can see that the welt on your left breast is clearly visible over the top edge of the corset.  You are surprised that you feel just a bit proud of the mark.

Returning to the bedroom, you find him sitting in one of the wingback chairs waiting.  He is dressed elegantly in a tuxedo.  As you enter, he stands and offers his arm.  You are surprised again but take his arm and he leads you to the dining room.  He pulls out a chair from the table which is already set for a formal dinner with drinks poured.  He disappears around the corner and returns pushing a cart.  In seconds he sets covered plates in front of his chair and in front of you.  Taking his seat, he nods to you.

Removing the plate covers reveals a beautifully prepared roast beef with steamed vegetables and rice.  Another plate reveals a dinner roll, with butter.  Finally, you uncover a bowl filled with what appears to be vanilla ice cream.  You look at him and find him watching you intently.

"Is it not to your liking?"

You stutter.

"Uh. . . No.. . I mean.. YES.  Very much.  I am just surprised."

"It surprises you that I enjoy the refinements of a bit of culture in my life."

"In some ways, yes."

"I may be a beast, but I am a cultured and refined beast."

The remark brings a smile to your face.

"Now.  Eat, before everything gets cold and our ice cream melts."

After dinner, he leads you to the library where he pours brandy and offers you a glass.

"Here is to your first full day in my domain.  You have done well, learned quickly, and performed admirably."

He raises the brandy to his lips and you do the same.

He passes quiet conversation with you for a while.  He doesn’t seem to be probing or looking for information.  Mostly he asks about your interests, hobbies, etc. for a while.  Then he announces.

"Time for bed."

You nod.

"Should I clean up the dinner first?"

You look at him and decide to take a gamble.

“Sir.  It is my place to do that.”

He leans back in the chair and considers you carefully.  He drains the glass of brandy and stands.

“Very well.  The dishes go in the lift.  Press the call button on the lift to alert the staff upstairs.  Wipe down the table and then come to the bedroom.”

He turns to exit the room and you follow.  He goes toward the bedroom, and you return to the dining area.  You gather the dishes and stack them carefully in the lift.  You find the call button and press it.  Before you can turn around the door to the lift closes and it disappears upward.

You find a kitchen cloth, dampen it and wipe the dining table.  The towel goes into the white hamper, and you look around the room and the kitchen.  You are satisfied it is as it should be, and you head to the bedroom.

You find him already undressed and in his customer silk pajamas.  As you enter, you drop your eyes as he demands.  You stop just inside the door and wait.  He looks at you as he speaks.

"Go and take care of your needs.  You can hang the dress in the bathroom.  You will continue to wear stockings and garter belt.  Put your shoes neatly under the dress. There are toothbrushes in the cabinet and anything else you may need."

“Sir.  May I use the toilet?”

“Yes. But you must return the plugs when you are done.”

“Yes, Sir.”

You follow his orders.  You hang the dress back on the hanger and put it on the hook in the bathroom.  Still wearing stockings and garters, you return to the bedroom where he is waiting.  The door to the change beneath the bed is open. 

Without a word, you drop to your knees and crawl carefully into the cage.  There you arrange the cushions and the comforters and lay down.  While your wrists are bound, you are still well aware of the massive implements firmly planted into your orifices.  You twist and turn a bit, trying to find a position that is comfortable.

Before you have found your place, the lights go out.  You lay in the dark under his bed with him just a few feet above you.  You can hear him breath in the deathly quiet that envelopes the cave.  You lay awake a long time, thinking about everything that has happened in the last 24 hours and wondering what the next 4 days holds.  At last you drift into a deep sleep, punctuated by dreams of TDS, DKH, whips, chains, and often punctuated by screams which may or may not be orgasms.