BDSM Story – Alexander and Sabine – Part 3, by thistle

BDSM Story – Alexander and Sabine – Part 3, by thistle

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 preform 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.

To Be Continued…

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