Xenia Chapter 10

I knew what he meant by toothy. I had sucked his cock and licked his balls. Occasionally a tooth touched his cock. He said it wasn’t painful, but it was annoying and showed that he needed to improve my oral technique. Every time a tooth touched his cock without an order, he was going to whip my naked ass WHILE I was still sucking and licking. The training is-when I receive a well deserved lash I was required to stay steady and NOT jump or lose any kind of rhythm-or I would receive another whipping after for each loss in some kind bondage.

“Master is getting more stern every time he uses me. I wonder how much training I will need to be good enough? How much WILL I be trained and what else will be expected of me? Will I be strong enough and selfless enough to be a good slave?” I know every inch deeper into this is more of a turn-on and I seem to love the helplessness and submission to the will of a strong and serious master.

I practiced trying to put my lips over my teeth and how to work on eliminating accidental contact.
As I stood there spread eagled and naked I practiced moving select muscles to further please Master’s eye and hopefully make compliance to his will easier and more successful. Master said he wants me to perform gracefully, and moving flowingly to follow his commands and fulfill his wishes.

I don’t know how long I was secured on the wall as the blindfolded hood kept me from seeing the computer screen-the screen that was, unbeknown to me was on webcam for the amusement and screen shots of whoever went to his blog.

I heard the noises upstairs and thought Master had returned. He had not. Someone else was in the house and they knew to come downstairs. They said nothing-they just came right down the basement stairs to the dungeon, got the keys and let themselves into the cell with me.

I don’t know to this day who it was. I felt hands on my tits squeezing and fondling. His (I assume it was a he) hands were large and rough, calloused as they reached between my legs and groped my cunt and clit. I started to get horny and he slipped his finger inside my cunt hole and felt me all over-slowly. Caressing and running his hands over my body, brushing my clit just enough to make me crazy. I felt myself relaxing and going with the flow. It felt good to be fondled and felt-penetrated with a finger even though I had no say. My clit was throbbing, my hole wide open for anything that he wanted to do. As a slave, I must accept with grace and gratitude all that I am to do and that is what I must learn, and so far learning was easy.

“Thank you, stranger.” I thought, hoping they could somehow understand. I am a step closer to accepting my decision to be a sex slave as each new experience helps unfold my slave nature.

The intruder abruptly stopped and locked up the cell and dashed upstairs. I heard someone else come in and Master’s voice. “How did YOU get in.” It was apparently someone Master knows. There was some lowered voices back and forth and then Master laughing. “Good. She needs to learn to be touched by unknowns and to like it at best and shut up and put up at worst.”

The rough wall rubbed against my back and ass while I waited for Master to come use me. I was getting hungry-but I need to discipline myself to put Master first. Master would not let me starve and I am too used to eating when I want. It is time to give that up and learn to wait until Master decides if, when and what I will eat.

I felt a draft as the heater turned on again. It blew across my nipples and chin. Master was coming down!

“Slave. How would you like a chance to please me? Are you honored?” He said as he walked down the stairs and retrieved the keys to the cell and the restraints.

“Yes, Master. Thank you.” I answered. This gets me started already. My clit tickles and my cunt starts to feel more swollen and anxious for a grope.

He unshackles my legs and puts my hands behind my back. “Now kneel down before me, put your forehead to the ground in respect and admiration for 10 seconds. No, in worship, then head up high enough to suck my cock. Begin by licking my balls ALWAYS unless you are told otherwise. Ball licking is letting the master know you acknowledge their superiority as the master and their legitimate and deserved control over you. It is also demonstrating your acknowledgment of your inferiority as a slave and submission as your deserved lot and greatest desire. THEN you may have the privilege of sucking my cock.” He did NOT remove the half hood or the velcro blinders. I am getting a little tired of the dark.
“Master already knows he can do what he wants, why the blindfolding all the time?” I was pondering this-yet I knew the answer. His dominance MUST be firmly established. I MUST resign to not being in the loop of information-yet be quick and happy to obey.

“Yes, Master. Thank you” I replied. I carefully knelt as nicely as I could. I put my forehead to the floor. I wondered that he didn’t up it a notch and order me to lick or kiss his shoes. I counted to ten while trying to also focus on Master’s due honor as my Master. I raised my head up, the half hood was still in place. “How will I find his balls and cock? ” This was a dilemma. I opened my mouth and put my tongue out to try to find him. I felt his cock tip and followed it to his balls and began licking them all over and around. Then I used my tongue to follow his cock and putting my lips over my teeth fitted his cock into my eager mouth. My cunt was burning hot and cunt juice trickled down my leg, then started squirting a time or two as well. My clit was begging to be soothed and throbbed and thumped. My heart was beating with horniness and I was shaky. Whistle and LASH, my bare ass burned with the whip. I jumped. Another whoosh and lash. I jumped again. “I have to stop jumping. I got too wrapped up in my horniness and lost track of my purpose which was to please Master.” I concentrated on mouthing, licking and sucking his cock. VERY careful to not touch his cock with teeth anymore. I pumped my mouth faster and faster over his cock, Feeling his hardness, and smooth tip. I was trying harder to deep throat it as Master hmm’d, panted and groaned. He started moving too and soon he had an orgasm-spasming and hip thrusting into my mouth. His snowy honey ejaculating straight into my mouth and I savored every drop, licking him clean.

Would Master forget my mistakes? I soon got my answer.

“Slave. Bend forward with you forehead to the ground, touch the ground with your tongue and do not move from there. Put your knees and feet more than shoulders apart.”

I heard the whip whistling through there air as it struck my exposed ass. Twice, hard. It stung and I resolved to keep those teeth away from Master’s or anyone else’s cock forever. I hope I can do that.

“Show me how sorry a slave can be” I didn’t know what to do. I lay flat, naked on the floor and put my hands foreward over my head and waited, hoping I was groveling enough for Master to see.

“Uh, You’ll learn more later about how to appease a Master’s wrath. That’s aright for now-until you learn more. Get into kneeling.”

I knelt naked before my Master. My tits, HIS tits longed for his touch. The groveling made me feel humiliated, vulnerable and that made me feel hot and wet. Master removed the blinders. “You get aroused by most of this, and that is fine. Remember though, orgasms are a gift from your Master, they are not a right. Also-remember that you being aroused is not my goal. My goal is MY sexual satisfaction and enjoyment. Sometimes I am sexually pleased gifting you with an orgasm or are financially enriched by making you have an orgasm at a particular time or way.

You are getting to comprehend your lower status and submissive role much better. You are beginning to get quicker and I can see you are surrendering to me as you should. You are realizing you can trust me to be your Master and that the rules are strict, I am severe which you will know more about later as you advance. You are demonstrating that you trust your superior which tells me the blindfolding will be more now for specific purposes of entertainment and punishment. I will not continue telling you everything, the whys and what will be’s, but you are new and are developing the trust which must become unquestioning, and the submission which must be full and complete.”

“Yes, Master. Thank you.”

Master gave me some of his leftovers from dinner and then he told me that I was going to the cell. Master tied my hands in front and secured them to a harness that allowed them to ALMOST touch my clit. He secured a ring to the floor. As I lay there waiting for what was next, he took the vibrator and teased my cunt and clit with it. then he backed off, “No touching, or you will be punished.” Master went to the case where he kept the butt plugs and grabbed a bigger one than he’d been using. He lubed it, inserted it in my sightly smaller anus. I felt the stretch. My clit started throbbing harder, my cunt was running. PLEASE make me cum. My heart was beating, I spread my legs for him. He smiled. Then he went upstairs for the night.

I lay there in the cell with a swollen hot, wet cunt. I tried to reach and was not quite able to reach. “STOP trying. Obey. Sacrifice. Master is first and foremost. Trust Master. He is teaching you to obey, to be controlled, self restraint” I widened my legs more spread eagled. Perhaps Master will not be able to resist and come down or feel sorry for me and let me cum. I saw the little red led lights were running on the cams mounted on the walls. “No. Master CAN see. Submit to Master’s rule. Master is stern but fair. Trust Master. Trust Master to be a Master. I am a slave. Master is lord over the slave. The red lights gleamed. Others are probably looking and enjoying this as well. I finally fell asleep.