The day was clear as she stepped out of her morning shower, not toweling off as most would, leaving her hair wet as she quickly slipped her silk robe over her nude body. Quietly, she tiptoes out into the hallway, pausing to listen if there are any movements from the open door of the bedroom she occasionally shared with her Master, Alexander.

Hearing nothing, but the steady sound of breathing, she walks silently down the hallway to the door at the end, opening it on quiet hinges to step out onto the balcony, the morning sun already peeking out over the horizon. She has always been an early riser and today was no different as she stands and raises her arms to the gentle breeze that pushes her robe aside for a feel of the flesh the previous night was abused, but she doesn't stop to think about that. Her upraised hands reach out to the warmth of the sun, and her breasts rise and fall steady, nipples hardening and making her smile at the sensations as they rock her body gently, causing her to feel guilty suddenly.

Lowering her arms, she smiles a good morning to the day, and walks silently back into the house..to the door of the bedroom, and steps in. A ritual it might be as she stands near the bed and gazes down upon the one she loves and adorns above her own life. Noting the brown hair, slightly damp from some dream she thinks, to the serenity of a smile that graces his almost full lips..ones she shivers to think that make her obey so readily. She watches the rise and fall of his chest, bare, and sparse of hair, to the small perfectly formed nipples there, pink, but not too light a shade. Yearning to touch what is denied her, she sighs softly. Making no sound, she moves in beside his sleeping form, closing her eyes and awaits his wakefulness. Alexander stirs in his sleep, she taking note of it, though not moving.

An arm moves across her hip as she lies facing away from him, breath caught for a moment, tangled within her chest..daring not wake him in any other manner but his own. Though she thought he dreamt, in fact, he was fully awake, and aroused ..not an unnatural thing to her, but, all the same ..she starts to tremble, the hand lying across her, moving to caress the flesh of her thigh, upwards, to slide along her arm, and shoulder ..pausing, then moving to her already aroused nipples, and she feels shame. A soft whisper, yet harsh sounds in her ear, "What brought this about my little slave?"..he grooves. Fingers grasp and painfully grip her right nipple, and she winces. Her eyes open, the pain nothing new to her, yet, always her heart beats madly within her chest at words spoken to her thus as she speaks through a small, squeaky voice.."I don't know Master, perhaps your stirring created it?" ...her voice dies, hoping this was the right thing to say.

No, it was not...for the sudden painful entry of his manhood crashes through her anus, searing her upon the flesh of his desires, and soft whimpers issue throughout the room ..her cries, she realizes. "And what, now? Is this cause for your premature reactions without permission..merited do you think my little slut?", he laughingly asks. She moves not an inch from him, knowing best not to, and whispers, "..My Master, please, have mercy on me."

His laugh is heard across her ears, the terror striking her heart, knowing now...she has been caught. The predawn light now cascades throughout the room, bathing the room in a dull red light, from the sheer curtains hanging over the windows. The glow reminds her of other nights spent in the throes of passion with him..her recall very vivid. Now, he turns with her, upon the bed..rising her ass in the air along with his still buried cock within her tenderness, and renders her completely helpless now..one hand shoving her face into the pillow to staunch her cries in a soft muffle.

He takes her roughly, as is always his pleasure to do so. He thinks to himself as his loins cause a sweeping sensation of pleasure to rock him, and not wanting to just yet satisfy himself ..that indeed, he was very lucky to find this woman among the common folks of the streets and take her in to teach her the finer arts of pleasing a master, yes..he thinks to himself as he thrusts hard now into her tender flesh..lucky indeed. Her lush hips lie in wait before him as his hands grip them, almost to the point of causing undo pain and he grins wickedly to himself as he watches his cock moving in and out of her ass, the grip incredible, the sensations almost unbearable.

The light gathers stronger in the room, as does his thrusts and lust overtakes him, reaching around underneath her, pinching her nipples between forefinger and thumb, hard...hearing her muffled groan, caring not for her discomfort, or anything thereof, taking what he wants, almost in an unabandoned way. Pausing as he draws to the very edge, having that self control..he withdraws, yanking her hair and head up and off the pillow, turning her over with ease and pulling her head down to the hard throb of his cock.."Suck me bitch!", ..is all he says.

She covers his cock immediately in her liquid warmth, swallowing almost desperately, relieved for the moment of the pain. Fingers still entangled in her damp hair, he rises her head, stopping her and covers her lips with his own, taking her lower lip between his teeth and biting as his kiss consumes her, drawing blood immediately as she winces...he, pausing to lean back, watching as the blood produces a drop she does not stop as it slides from her lower lip to her chin, and onto her right breast, seeming to sparkle as the light hits it, rolling gently over her nipple, and then it disappears...his lips moving, cover it and suckle greedily, having taken of her, lips moving upwards, in not too kind a manner, biting and nibbling along the flesh, he slowly draws a tongue over her lips, finishing the job and causing her to groan, the juncture of her thighs suddenly drenched. She knows his desires, knows his lust ...and most of all, knows the hunger she sees in his eyes as she dares a glance to them, briefly as it might be. He moves, from the bed, and stands, stretching..his cock standing straight and a good eight inches from his body. Seeing the slick coating of it she throbs, her clit engorged now as he turns from her, across the room and walks out of the bedroom ...not to return for quite some time, leaving her to suffer her own frustrations of passion...

Part 2

Her frustrations, oh how they haunt her as she sees him walk from the room. Eyes flutter in disbelief, then she sighs deeply. He's always thus with her, she knows, never satisfying her hunger that gnaws at her almost constantly. Lying back on the bed, her heart hammering, her anus sore, she hears the closing of the door. Not in any manner gentle ..taking it with a small wince. Her thoughts return to moments before, her inner thighs still throbbing and moist with her juices. Slowly, a hand slides along her left breast, the nipple immediately coming to attention.

She smiles ..the feeling she cannot deny, but yes, she denies them for her Master. He closes the door behind him, his smile cruel as he walks to the bathroom his slave used earlier. Ahh, she smelled so fresh and sweet this morning, didn't she? He adjusts the shower, then steps inside. With long strokes along his muscular chest, he lathers his body, his erection still very rigid. With a soft chuckle to himself to takes note of this. Why didn't I just let her suck me off, he thinks. Shrugging, his fingers wrap around his erection. Denying her, but pleasing himself is something he's always thought proper.

He strokes, thinking of her tight ass, of her nipples that were so hard this morning. Then ..stopping, his expression turns to one of anger at what might have brought about that reaction he saw in her. Her hands cup her breasts, gently ...one sliding down the flat of her stomach, head arching back along the pillow, eyes half closed as she fondles playfully and lightly along her pubic hair. Even though her own hands, she inhales in a small gasp of pleasure. With a delicate finger, she moves through her moisture, delving into the juncture between her thighs that is not hers, she thinks, but this feels so good. The jolt ..as her finger touches her clit, almost bringing her the pleasure her Master denied her.

Ohhh..she wants him so badly, can't he see it in her eyes each time he torments her? Erection fading just a bit, he enters the room they share, still dripping wet, not bothering to towel off, as the weather is still quite warm, even this early in the morning. "What are you doing??" he screams out as he takes in the scene on the bed before him. Her body jerks in a sudden motion as if she had died, her breath held as she stops her movements, her heart hammering in her chest wildly. She sits up ..tries to speak.. He's across the room faster then her own thoughts could have thought possible, grabbing her hair and yanking her bodily out of bed.

His warm hot breath very near her ear, "What are you doing?" again repeating his alongside her ear, a gruff, demanding voice. She quivers, uncontrollably now. She knew she should not have attempted such a thing. Horror is seen in her eyes now. "I ...please Master ..I.." She can think of no reason, and slumps helplessly in his grasp. His body throbs in a renewed anger, and a thrill that this disobedient slave dared do such a thing. HIS property! A deep, deep voice enters her ear now, "You are MINE!" The roughness of his next act takes her unawares as he flings her to the floor. "Hands and knees, from now on, until I say otherwise slut!" A nod, a whimpered reply she attempts.."Master.." *Whack* a slap across her face as she kneels there, the sting penetrating her senses. "I said, NOTHING slut, no words, nothing from you!" He walks behind her, slowly and calculatingly. Her head hangs in shame, the golden locks of hair falling to shield her eyes from his gaze. A hand slides along the center of her ass, "Delicious my pet." said with such ..she shivers.. such powerful warmth. What does he want, what punishment shall he deal to me? A quiver, Goosebumps form along her arms.

Roughly, he inserts three fingers into her sex, deeply and unmercifully. "Ahh, so you are still wet my lovely." His sex throbs, but he has total control, and takes pleasure in letting it bide its time. "And what brought your nipples to erection this morning my pet, without my touch??" She swallows slowly ..should she speak? A *hard* slap to her ass, his fingers leave her sex. "Answer me!!" The tremble of her voice, then her soft words. "The ..daylight Master." He laughs heartily! "And you expect me to believe that??" With a slight nod, the only gesture to him, she cowers in her heart. What more could she say to him? Quite suddenly, he moves, standing before her, his erection very rampant now. "Look at my cock!" She rises her eyes, unknowingly she lavishes her upper lip with a gentle swipe of her tongue. Oh God how she yearns for him, would do anything for him. His own hand seeks his erection, stroking it with a deep moan issuing from his chest.

He looks down at her, "Is this what you crave my little slave? Is this what brought your nipples to hardness this morning?" She denies and accepts what she hears..mouth slightly opened, lips sensually full now. With no answer from her, his other hand swings back and lands a blow across her cheek that staggers her on her knees. The pain ..most welcomed to her. He kneels then, before her, no tender affections, nothing seen in his eyes but pure lust. He strokes as he caresses her cheek, feeling the welt there, his mind now lost to the Master he is. "Today, you shall know great pain my beloved slave. Today ..you are going to know you are totally mine." With this said, he strokes his cock, his eyes glaze for a moment, and he stops. Such, is Alexander's control... With her body throbbing wildly, she watches his cock, the rigid flesh she would worship if he would but let her, but he denies even that to himself.

Soaked now, her inner thighs moist, she sighs deeply, nodding to her Master, "Yes, Master." Her heart sinks, she doesn't know his plans, but she does know his power over her, his hold over her heart... Part 3 Her thoughts now as she watches his hand stroking his shaft, is of nights spent in his arms, nights she worshipped him with her mouth. Then, with a soft sigh, she knows she will do anything to please him, even at the great pain she knows his hands will deal to her. He stands then, eyeing his slave with contempt as he recalls the way her body looked as he walked into the room. His cock throbs gently, reminding him of how she could tempt him. The way her hand was at her sex, how her fingers were within her warmth.

As he thinks this, his erection throbs more and he orders, "Stand up!" His voice, as always ..gruff, demanding.. She stands slowly before him, her eyes diverted downward, as he taught her to do from the beginning. She trembles now, not knowing what he will do to her. A sudden pain is felt as he grasps her right nipple between forefinger and thumb, squeezing until tears come to her eyes and she flinches back from him. "Stand still!" again...his voice so demanding, so powerful that shifts her gaze to look at him. A wide swing and he backhands her across her cheek. "Don't EVER look me in the eyes slave!" Quivering, a mess of jumbled nerves ...she nods. He grabs her hair, and pulls her with him from the room, to the stairs. As she stumbles, she feels her heart jolt, a sudden lurch that she knows where they are going.

A room, she has only known once before, at the beginning of her training when he took her from the streets and brought her to this wonderful place. Her lower lip quivers, she almost sobs but holds that back, knowing it will make him more angry. As she thinks back to the meeting, of how she got here in the first place, she follows him to the room in the basement. It was a clear day, she was standing in the park, alone, desolate as a lost child. She owned nothing, and was homeless. As the wind blew, and she huddled within the only clothing she owned, a tattered coat she took with her from the place she ran from, she thought as her eyes looked around, of a home, of someone that she could trust, and knowing noone in this town, she huddled upon the bench looking so lost.

He came to her, almost walking past her as she sat there. He stopped, she remembered, and sat beside her, and spoke softly, "Miss, are you lost?" She had almost cried, such was her despair at the softly spoken words, and thus was her fear of anyone. She managed a soft answer, though her voice trembled. "Yes, I ..have noone, sir." Then his smile, and soft spoken words back to her as she looked through crystal blue eyes to him.. "Would you like to come to my home, and work for your wages then?" So tempting, and as his voice spoke to her heart, she agreed. They walked together, he talking to her, explaining to her the duties she was to perform for him. They all seemed so far in her past, yet, she knew the time had been less then a month. As she stumbled down the last of the steps, she wondered how she had ever come to love this man that seemed so cruel ..but she did, God how she loved him and would do anything he desired of her. The room is dull, lit by a single bare bulb that is red, casting soft glows over the room. So cold it seemed here as her heart hammered in remembrance of this place. His hold changes, from her hair to her elbow as he guides her inside the room, and the door bangs shut noisily.

"Now, my sweet pet, what shall it be?" His voice seems amused, but she knows better as she glances about the room. "Please Master.." she pleads with the last of her voice to him. He laughs! "Something shall be done to make you learn you shall never touch your own body my sweet pet." She shivers... She says nothing, and he drags her over to a table that has restraints at each corner. She tries to resist, knowing this torment, but never having had anything done to her upon it as yet. He yanks her bodily over it, lying her face up upon the table and quickly restraining her wrists, then her ankles. Done with this, he steps back, still totally nude, his erection having not diminished yet.

She stares to it, then closes her eyes.. "I said you will know pain, more pain then any previous my little slut." he says in a voice she quivers at. Her nipples she notes, are rock hard, but she thinks it's more from her coldness upon this table, then it is from his voice, or any excitement. Part 4 She lies on the cold table, glancing to her Master, watching him across the room. She sighs softly, her nipples erect from the cold. She wonders what dreadful thing he will do to her. As her eyes close to the silence within the room, she thinks back to her past, how she was so abused by the man she lived with. Yet, as she thinks back, her sex seems to throb softly in a memory that he taught her, the pain becoming pleasure, blossoming into her memories.

He returns to the table, looking down upon his slave with a wicked sneer upon his lips. "So, you think thus far, you have had it rough, have you? That you need touch yourself, when I am not around?" His fingers move to her stiff nipple upon her left breast, taking it between forefinger and thumb, squeezing lightly, watching her reaction, the reflection of pain within her eyes he so loves. With a deep winced moan, she reopens her eyes, not daring to look into his, for fear of it causing his anger. As the pain overtakes her, her hips rising without thought, a tingle flows through her body, one that is welcomed. "Look into my eyes." he says softly, almost ..tenderly. She looks, into the deep blue of them. "Now, who do you belong to?"

A deep shiver moves through her, her eyes fluttering, ashamed to look further into his. He squeezes her nipple tighter, almost grimacing himself from the knowledge of what pain there is. A whispered gasp as she answers.. "You ..Master." He nods, with a satisfied smile, releasing her nipple, and moving to a table at the side. Soft sounds move through the room, the silence of it is deafening. Slowly, he walks to the end of the table ..she leans up to watch, not seeing much though. "Lie back!" he growls. She lies her head back upon the table, her golden hair falling down to the softness of her neck. She feels her pulse as it throbs deeply, from fear? He gazes down upon her nude body, a smile comes softly to his lips.

Ahh, she is so beautiful, he thinks. As he watches, his hand caresses along the lower half of her right leg, shifting upwards, watching as her sex pouts seductively. Picking up a can, he shakes it, holding it above her pouting sex, lightly pressing the button and watches as the cold shaving cream coats her sex. Stepping back after that, he sets the can down. "Do you know what I'm going to do you little slut?" He chuckles, the sound causing her to cringe. She shakes her head, knowing, but not acknowledging it to him. A sudden slap to the inside of her thigh ..a soft moan, then his fingers spread the foamy cream evenly over the surface of her sex. Reaching behind him, he takes a razor in his hand, raising it to her eyes, letting her see the straight, sharp razor blade. "One wrong move on your part ..and.." He doesn't finish his words, but she knows.

Once more, her body quivers, she tries stilling it, a tremor moving through her. He lowers the razor between her thighs, she closes her eyes. A soft swipe, the razor so sharp, it cleanly shaves down one side of her pouty lips. She gasps, and he smiles at her reaction. Repeating the action along the opposite side, he expertly wisks the razor to take all the soft curly hair off her sex. He stands back, looking at his artwork. "You ..are ..mine." he says in a wicked whisper. Gentle warmth coats her inner thighs as he wipes all the foam off with a soft warm cloth. With gentle strokes, he arouses her, watching her body react to this. Along the sensual curves of her sex, the lips pouting softly, her arousal apparent now, his eyes catch the way her clitoris engorges with blood, licking his lips, wishing to taste of the small bud that protrudes from between the silky lips.

He shakes his head, his own arousal apparent as his cock becomes harder at the sight. Slowly, his fingers graze over the area, touching her clitoris softly, hearing her soft moans of pleasure. "Not tonight my slut," he whispers. Turning, he takes a few items from the table, turning back to her, and leaning over her parted legs. His tongue swipes over the tender flesh of her sex, breathing warmly, unable for the moment to resist it.

His cock throbs fiercely from this wanton slave before him, the flat of her stomach rising and falling in quick breaths, her breasts heaving from the stimulation he gives her. A wicked kiss to her softness, and he rises, slowly parting her lips with his fingers. He cares not if it might be rough, or tender, placing the sharp point of the needle in his hand against the tender flesh of her clitoris he grasps between his fingers. He glances to her face, to gauge her reactions to this, smiling wickedly. "Pain, my slut ..you love it, don't you?" As she realizes what he plans, soft tears form in her eyes, but she blinks them away. She whispers softly, "Please Master, I will never do that again."

His voice, so deep, so haunting, "No, you won't, not after I finish with you." With that, he shoves the sharp needle through the tender hood of her clitoris, her body arching to the pain, so wicked, her head tossing back in a scream that rends the room! Slowly, he pushes the needle through, stopping as it moves half way through, watching the blood flow down the tenderness of her flesh. "No, you won't touch yourself again, for a long time slut!" Quickly, he inserts a small silver ring into the hole as he slides the needle out. It sparkles as he grasps it within two fingers, tugging gently upon it. His fingers fasten the small clasp and he steps back.

Sabrine lies on the table, every muscle tense as the pain eases some, turning into a deep throb, and a heat so intense, she moans constantly. He loosens the bonds, letting her lie there, then takes her in his arms, holding her, feeling her tears upon his shoulder. Her body quivers helplessly against him. He takes her in his arms, and leaves the room, carrying her to the bedroom they share, lying her on the bed. Stepping back, he looks at the shiny new silver ring lying against her sex as it gapes open from the sheer pain.

He moves to the bed, his muscled body lying between her thighs, parting them more. His breath is warm against her inner thighs. She shivers uncontrollably, but pleasure is the last thing on her mind as her fingers grasp the cool sheets. Pain throbs through her, yet she does nothing to stop his actions. She knows better, yet the throb of pain .. she cannot ignore it. His erection throbs against the cool sheets, his whisper to her is soft, yet, a bit harsh. "Your body belongs to me." His tongue slowly lavishes against her inner thigh, then upwards along the soft flesh, to lick lightly over the silver ring.

It causes her to moan, the slight movement causing the pain to be refreshed in her body. He notes this, and takes the ring between his lips, moving it back and forth, then releases it. His aroused body moves upwards, his cock grazing her thigh as he leans upwards, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss as his cock plunges into the depths of her. Her muffled cry into the kiss is ignored as he uses her for his pleasure. As his pounding seems to go on forever, she closes her eyes slowly, the pain wracking her body with each inward thrust.

His thick sex abuses her tender flesh, no care for her discomfort. Suddenly, he rises upon his hands, bracing himself as his cock slides slowly from her moisture, to bump against the silver ring ..again, her moan of pain, again, he ignores it. As it slides upwards, he clenches his teeth, so very close to an orgasm, wanting it to last.. but he cannot hold back any longer as he looks into her eyes, "Mine.." is all he says as his seed splashes over the wound and up over her stomach, his seed hot against her flesh. His sweat soaked body lies heavily upon her as he rests, his breath warm along her breasts. With a deep sigh, she feels the tenderness still aching with a fierce throb, unsatisfied ..and she thinks ...for a long time to come. He lies to her side, resting ..seeming to sleep as his eyes close. She lies very still, afraid to move. Her heart beats with a deep throb, as deep as the throb along her sex. With her thighs parted, his seed spent upon her inner thighs, she lies closing her eyes to the pain ..and her own need.