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"Your training will begin soon. If everything goes as planned, you'll be tested on your pain threshold today."
I heard Connor move to the edges of the room I was being held in. Other rustlings of sounds like chair legs, a pen on paper, and drawers being slid open and closed kept my mind from wandering. Another sound, a whoosh, and white-hot pain erupted on my buttocks. The shriek that followed came from my own mouth. With no warning, another strike blazed across my skin. Again and again, the whistle of the cane led into agony as strike after strike assaulted my back and buttocks. When there was finally a lull in the whipping, I found myself resting in a puddle. I had humiliated myself by releasing my bladder.
Connor spoke softly to me, "Let me help you stand up."
I didn't think it was possible. My legs were jelly, the stripes from the cane screamed with each motion, and nausea roiled in my gut. Connor gently but firmly hoisted me into a standing position and led me to a table of sorts, where she removed the blindfold and the restraints from my arms.
It was the same table in the same room where I had been evaluated last night.
"Lie down on your stomach, please."
Gently, I lowered myself to the table in front of me. Connor spread cooling salve onto my fevered skin. That one simple act of kindness almost did me in. The tears came, a torrent, signifying the loss of myself, the submission of my body to another's will.
"Roll over onto your back, please," Connor murmured.
Though difficult, I managed to ease myself onto my back. Connor moved my feet into the stirrups at the end of the table and then helped me wiggle gingerly down to the end.
My legs were spread, exposing my sex and my ass. As she was working, cleaning me, Connor bumped the plug still seated deep in my rectum. Funny, I had forgotten it was there. The agony of the beating had faded into a dull, warm ache. I felt myself squeezing my butt so I could feel the plug there. Connor moved away and the man from last night came in and stood between my open legs...
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"Your training will begin soon. If everything goes as planned, you'll be tested on your pain threshold today."
I heard Connor move to the edges of the room I was being held in. Other rustlings of sounds like chair legs, a pen on paper, and drawers being slid open and closed kept my mind from wandering. Another sound, a whoosh, and white-hot pain erupted on my buttocks. The shriek that followed came from my own mouth. With no warning, another strike blazed across my skin. Again and again, the whistle of the cane led into agony as strike after strike assaulted my back and buttocks. When there was finally a lull in the whipping, I found myself resting in a puddle. I had humiliated myself by releasing my bladder.
Connor spoke softly to me, "Let me help you stand up."
I didn't think it was possible. My legs were jelly, the stripes from the cane screamed with each motion, and nausea roiled in my gut. Connor gently but firmly hoisted me into a standing position and led me to a table of sorts, where she removed the blindfold and the restraints from my arms.
It was the same table in the same room where I had been evaluated last night.
"Lie down on your stomach, please."
Gently, I lowered myself to the table in front of me. Connor spread cooling salve onto my fevered skin. That one simple act of kindness almost did me in. The tears came, a torrent, signifying the loss of myself, the submission of my body to another's will.
"Roll over onto your back, please," Connor murmured.
Though difficult, I managed to ease myself onto my back. Connor moved my feet into the stirrups at the end of the table and then helped me wiggle gingerly down to the end.
My legs were spread, exposing my sex and my ass. As she was working, cleaning me, Connor bumped the plug still seated deep in my rectum. Funny, I had forgotten it was there. The agony of the beating had faded into a dull, warm ache. I felt myself squeezing my butt so I could feel the plug there. Connor moved away and the man from last night came in and stood between my open legs...
SLAVE SCHOOL (BDSM anal slave slut training hardcore erotica)
FOR MATURE READERS OVER 18 ONLY
"Your training will begin soon. If everything goes as planned, you'll be tested on your pain threshold today."
I heard Connor move to the edges of the room I was being held in. Other rustlings of sounds like chair legs, a pen on paper, and drawers being slid open and closed kept my mind from wandering. Another sound, a whoosh, and white-hot pain erupted on my buttocks. The shriek that followed came from my own mouth. With no warning, another strike blazed across my skin. Again and again, the whistle of the cane led into agony as strike after strike assaulted my back and buttocks. When there was finally a lull in the whipping, I found myself resting in a puddle. I had humiliated myself by releasing my bladder.
Connor spoke softly to me, "Let me help you stand up."
I didn't think it was possible. My legs were jelly, the stripes from the cane screamed with each motion, and nausea roiled in my gut. Connor gently but firmly hoisted me into a standing position and led me to a table of sorts, where she removed the blindfold and the restraints from my arms.
It was the same table in the same room where I had been evaluated last night.
"Lie down on your stomach, please."
Gently, I lowered myself to the table in front of me. Connor spread cooling salve onto my fevered skin. That one simple act of kindness almost did me in. The tears came, a torrent, signifying the loss of myself, the submission of my body to another's will.
"Roll over onto your back, please," Connor murmured.
Though difficult, I managed to ease myself onto my back. Connor moved my feet into the stirrups at the end of the table and then helped me wiggle gingerly down to the end.
My legs were spread, exposing my sex and my ass. As she was working, cleaning me, Connor bumped the plug still seated deep in my rectum. Funny, I had forgotten it was there. The agony of the beating had faded into a dull, warm ache. I felt myself squeezing my butt so I could feel the plug there. Connor moved away and the man from last night came in and stood between my open legs...
"Your training will begin soon. If everything goes as planned, you'll be tested on your pain threshold today."
I heard Connor move to the edges of the room I was being held in. Other rustlings of sounds like chair legs, a pen on paper, and drawers being slid open and closed kept my mind from wandering. Another sound, a whoosh, and white-hot pain erupted on my buttocks. The shriek that followed came from my own mouth. With no warning, another strike blazed across my skin. Again and again, the whistle of the cane led into agony as strike after strike assaulted my back and buttocks. When there was finally a lull in the whipping, I found myself resting in a puddle. I had humiliated myself by releasing my bladder.
Connor spoke softly to me, "Let me help you stand up."
I didn't think it was possible. My legs were jelly, the stripes from the cane screamed with each motion, and nausea roiled in my gut. Connor gently but firmly hoisted me into a standing position and led me to a table of sorts, where she removed the blindfold and the restraints from my arms.
It was the same table in the same room where I had been evaluated last night.
"Lie down on your stomach, please."
Gently, I lowered myself to the table in front of me. Connor spread cooling salve onto my fevered skin. That one simple act of kindness almost did me in. The tears came, a torrent, signifying the loss of myself, the submission of my body to another's will.
"Roll over onto your back, please," Connor murmured.
Though difficult, I managed to ease myself onto my back. Connor moved my feet into the stirrups at the end of the table and then helped me wiggle gingerly down to the end.
My legs were spread, exposing my sex and my ass. As she was working, cleaning me, Connor bumped the plug still seated deep in my rectum. Funny, I had forgotten it was there. The agony of the beating had faded into a dull, warm ache. I felt myself squeezing my butt so I could feel the plug there. Connor moved away and the man from last night came in and stood between my open legs...
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| BN ID: | 2940150559530 |
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| Publisher: | Mary Jane Publications |
| Publication date: | 11/17/2014 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Sales rank: | 125,821 |
| File size: | 274 KB |
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