Katherine was always correct. The twenty-nine year old was consistently seen in the right clothes. Her long brown hair constantly blended a sense of well coiffed with bedroom disarray. Katherine sported the correct lingerie, the correct boots, the correct jackets and just the right amount of 'come fuck me' in her flirtatious voice. The petite beauty exuded indefatigable confidence in her own body and face. Katherine was always correct. And believed in her heart that the Universe knelt before her feminine perfection.
Katherine - in this regard - was incorrect.
The Controller barked for 'Kath' to go up higher on tiptoe. He demanded a better look at the legs that were now consigned to wrap about his own hips whenever Kath was being raped. So Kath went up higher. Straining her calves and lower back to assuage the sadist who'd owned her face and body the past four days and nights. It was cold inside the torture chamber. But Kath knew if she did things correctly - if she submitted her body in precisely the manner her Controller believed she should - then a mattress down the hall and up a flight of dimly lighted cement steps would be the brunette's reward.
Kath was being humiliated inside the punishment area. And her fervent hope - her dream - was to avoid pain. And keep the Controller happy in bed.
The Controller sniped at the tiniest of flaws in his prisoner's perfect, pale body. Pretending that in point of fact he couldn't get enough of Kath's sensual gifts. The whore was prime. Correct in all categories concerning the amusement of a good, strong Man using nothing but her shame and her body. Katherine struggled to ignore the crippling agony in her shoulders as the restraints that kept her arms posited over her head made it difficult not to whimper.
Which would only anger the Master.
Ninety-six hours had been enough to convince Katherine that she was broken. And that only her Controller knew how to correct her failings. Humiliation played a part in this education. But physical pain had been - and would continue to be for months - the prime mover. That's why the helpless woman uttered a silent prayer of thanks when she noticed that the item in the Controller's left hand as he approached her this time wasn't a pair of needle-nose pliers. Or a blazing hot lancet. Or a bull whip.
Now astride Kath's dangling body the sadist began to fondle the exotic pair of breasts at his mercy. The Controller reminded his slave that he was well into the process of 'fixing' her...and that the key in Kath accepting her place as a worthless fuck toy was learning that here - in this place - ecstasy must be absorbed side by side with agony. Which was when the Controller placed the vibrator gently against his victim's freshly shaved vulva and commanded Kath to spread her legs as far apart as she could. No matter how much it discomfited her shoulders and spine.
Katherine obeyed. And poor Kath tasted again the melange of the vibrator's whirring motor. The sensation of surrender within her caressed pussy. And the shame in knowing that the Controller was closely watching every facet of her own gorgeous face as the non-torture torture was revisited upon one of the thee finest bodies to ever be strung up inside TheP.o.R.T.
"Good girl. You're my personal whore now. This is your life moving forward Kath. I hope you learn to hate it more and more......"
It was impossible for Kath to cope with the sick pleasure being applied to her most feminine parts against the overwhelming pain seeping inside her hips and torso. She struggled to keep her legs sufficiently splayed per the Controller's demands. But her arms continued to be wrenched above her head and fixed to the ceiling via ropes from her wrists to a davit high above. Strung up and helpless. Knowing that even begging for mercy was against the rules. Katherine didn't know it but the Controller was certain this was the correct place for her luscious body to reside in.
The torturer switched the unceasing vibration instrument from his left hand to his more dominant right. And began to expertly administer waves of penetrating sensuality to Kath's ornament-like body. He issued a curt command for his plaything to 'shut her filthy mouth' as Katherine wavered in her ability to retain any sense of dignity in such a predicament. The brunette was aware of how her long hair was flailing under the Controller's discipline. And Katherine could only guess at how much pleasure her new Owner luxuriated in as her breasts swayed in time to the vibrator's travels. At one point Kath was warned not to think only of herself...and ordered to spread her incredible legs 'just a little bit wider apart slut'. Again, she obeyed. And drank in the pain of her restraints.
Yet the Controller, true to his word, was intent upon playing the ecstasy card against that which constituted true torment. In his eyes Kath was experiencing a bit too much enjoyment with his little game. And he hadn't built and equipped this wonderful dungeon so that pretty ladies could enjoy themselves.
Which is why Katherine screamed when the vibrator (only) paused. When she noted the stationery clips the Controller was retrieving out of his coat pocket. When her excellent, brown nipples were being licked so that they might arrive at full attention for the next phase of her training. When the Controller announced to her that HE was going to be the last man to see her naked, to fuck her fully and to watch her face when SHE herself humiliatingly experienced an orgasm as she was being raped. Only then did the clips latch onto and bite into Katherine's nipples. Accompanied by the dreaded restart of the vibrator. Katherine shrieked, foolishly called out for mercy, stupidly screamed out that she'd do anything her Master desired in bed. Only to reacquaint herself with the perverse joy the vibrator gave her pussy.
"Good girl. We're just starting. Yesterday was a picnic compared to what I have planned for you today slut. Eyes open. This is your fault."
The Controller was correct. Kath WAS going to be a good girl. They DID have a long list of tortures to get to this morning. Today WOULD be far worse than yesterday. It WAS better if she kept her beautiful brown eyes wide open. And the fault IS completely her own. With her nipples ablaze with pain and the Controller's vibrator making love to her labium Katherine wept. Then accepted how it was to speak correctly Belowstairs.
"Yes. Yes, my Master. I'm s-sorry. Do whatever y-you like with me sir. Yes, dear Master. I'm...I mean...I've always been a whore sir. I'm so s-sorry!"