At twenty-one years of age my Mary had been the youngest female at the party. I was so proud of her. Her flashing eyes, her vanilla skin, her gentle breasts. We'd barely said our goodbyes to our hosts when already I was planning for Mary's body and banking on Mary's submission once we arrived home.
You see...I own the lady.
It went as I knew it would. I gave the alluring, petite female under my control permission to slip out of the 4-inch heels she been displaying her body in all night. The moment we hit the entry foyer.
"Yes...my Master" was all Mary whispered as a combo of pleasing servitude and heightened fear entered into my slave's beautiful eyes.
I ordered the slut to crawl on all fours from the foyer to the staircase leading upstairs. Upstairs. Where our bedroom awaited. A bedroom that oftentimes served double duty as a torture chamber. It was then Mary was commanded to get back up on her feet. It was then Mary stood silent as I - her Controller - roughly stripped off her clothing there upon the landing. Everything. Expensive dress. Panties. Bra. Dignity. It was all yanked from Mary's pale body until - naked and compliant - my slave waited for a sign to ascend the stairs.
Up the stairs. To be raped.
"Thank you for allowing this wretch to showcase her body for you Master. Just...j-just for you, s-sir. Thank you. I am ready to serve..."
Like so many times before I ignored the pitiable words uttered by Mary and instead gently but firmly bunched up a handful of her hair in my powerful left hand. These were to be my reins as I set out to 'drag' and 'parade' my fuck toy up, up, up the steps to a place wherein her body could best be put to use.
For Mary and I the term 'use' was a euphemism for rape.
I adored watching my pet's pretty face and tempting body get hoisted upwards to her fate. Mary's bare feet padding upon each fine-grained maplewood step along the way. Mary's pert breasts and alert nipples swaying as I purposely tugged her about by the grasp I maintained over her hair. She'd looked so 'come-fuck-me-pretty' at the party. But here - now - (naked and alone) Mary was at her best. Exuding submission and having ZERO options to refuse both my loving caresses and the abuse of my unreasonable demands.
"It's kind of you to make love to this slut, Master. I pledge...I mean, th-this whore pledges her body and her every effort to your pleasure, dear Sir. My worthless body is at your command, Master."
It was one of those nights up there in our bedroom that I knew restraints would not be necessary for Mary's naked body. Whilst also plotting to render a few well timed and perfectly weighted slaps across Mary's sweet face during our love making. This was to keep Mary honest. This was to keep Mary guessing. It was necessary for my slave to obtain her quota of self-worth ONLY from me. And it was obvious to Mary that after several months of serving me that tools like punishment, pain and torture were well within the realm of possibility.
I had the right and obligation to do whatever I chose with my girlfriend Mary.
"Master...may...m-may this whore please lay across the bed now so that you can make a true appraisal of her body? Before you do what is necessary and rape her? Master...this all about your comfort. Please...pl-please abuse my mouth sir. I...I long for and hunger for your taste sir. Please..."
Being a gentleman I gave Mary what she begged for. And though I was initially gentle I began to thrust deeply, rapidly and brutishly with my cock inside Mary's worshiping mouth. And ultimately halfway down her obliging throat. Exactly what I'd wanted to do with this piece of furniture in my home from the moment I'd seen Mary in that red dress. Before the party. When I was dead certain I was going to rape her the instant we were safe and sealed inside our bedroom.
"EYES OPEN WHORE! DON'T PISS ME OFF, YOUNG LADY. ALL...THE WAY...IN!! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR TONGUE SLUT......"
It was only much later that I truly became a lover to Mary. Licking her shoulders and kissing the nape of her neck as - atop her body and riding her HARD - I brought the slut to a series of one, two, three orgasms. Each climax 'allowed' as a gift from myself...with my eyes keen upon Mary's own face and Mary's own frenetic legs and shoulders as the orgasms tore into her sensuality. Not allowing poor Mary any privacy during even these most poignant moments of intimacy...
"I...I...I cum for you Master! The orgasm is yours Sir! I...I...Master, this whore serves you! Please! Oh, please show mercy sir and allow this worthless tramp to cum for you! Just...j-just for you, my Master. Please! Please let me cum Sir! Oh, please...PLEASE!! EE - uugghhhhhh!"
For my Mary and I it had been a night with friends. A fine meal...a few drinks. And then...the pageantry of 'home'. Of the bedroom. Of the torture chamber.
For my Mary it was a relatively easy night. A comparatively painless session set against what had been more sadistic days and nights under my care. My slave was verbally reprimanded but once for reaching orgasm without permission...and then subjected to a mere three lashes of my belt across the soles of her bare feet for taking too much time in swallowing my sperm at the outset of our private game. Mary was so pleased with her performance that the waif barely sobbed as I placed her nude body in a constrictive (and very painful) hogtie after I had tired of her body for the night. And instead desired a little 'alone time' with a fresh whiskey and an hour or so with Charles Dickens.
We cuddled later. Much later. Mary showering my own nakedness with kisses. And promising to start my day in the morning with fresh efforts to use her lips, tongue and throat. To ensure me that she was in fact 'my best girl'.
We cuddled.
Perhaps the next night...or the night after...there might be proper torture. An amusement Mary was obliged to grant her Master for the privilege of being raped by a Good Strong Man. Sweet Mary is my Lady. My angel. But my pet always has to be in a constant state of tension. Of fear. Of shame.
Mary has to know her place and purpose.