If Only... Pt. 03

The Morning After

It had been a long night for both fuck toy and master. Being kept on the edge all night had fuck toy not being able to really sleep and out of concern for her safety, master had only dozed while remaining close by in case she needed to be released in a hurry. But after 8 hours in the box, and a couple of cups of coffee for master, he and his cock were ready to release their toy and play with her some more before she had to go home in about 6 hours.

But before he released her, he figured she was due at least one chance to cum. He went over to the box and held the hose in his hand. It was a rush of power to know he had the power to control her air flow, her ability to breath. He put his hand over the end and took two slow deep breaths while watching the monitors. He had gotten her attention. Her heart rate had spiked. He decided to set up a rhythm and see how far he dared to push her. He would cover it for two deep breaths, release it for one, cover it for two, release it for one.

Samantha had no idea how much time had passed, just that she was in pain, helpless, and hornier than she could ever remember being in her life. As much as she feared going over the edge, suffocating in her bliss, she was also desperate enough to admit she would beg for it given the chance. Then she realized that she was having trouble getting air in through the tube. If felt like something was blocking it. She desperately tried to trash about or scream but she was secured too tightly in the foam filled box. Just as she was sure she was going to both go over the edge and pass out, she found herself able to take a deep breath in. She could feel her heart pounding. She couldn't believe he was playing with her like this. That she had allowed herself to get into such a predicament. No, she corrected herself, she had chosen this when she first bound herself to the bed. Her subconscious had chosen this for her. She wanted it. And then her air supply was cut off again. Repeatedly, just as she was about to go over the edge, she would get a breath and her orgasm would be ruined only to be driven to new heights when it is shortly cut off again until finally she went over the edge, feeling her consciousness fade as she did, knowing she had made a fatal mistake, unable to even flex her muscles as the powerful orgasm rolled over her.

He could see that she had fainted, but that she was still breathing, and so assumed she must have cum. This morning would be a test to see how she did without the subliminals playing in her ears the entire time. It would be a test to see just how deeply she had been programed in their months of communicating back and forth. He was excited to get started.

She took a deep breath and tried to sit up only to discover she was still tightly held in the box. She was still alive, at least she thought she was. She still felt the pain of the spikes and the burning of the hot sauce. She still felt the vibrator in her cunt and the ever present arousal. And she was slowly becoming aware of something else. A change in pressure. Suddenly much of the pressure was lifted off of her - master was getting his fuck toy out to play with again! Fuck toy was so excited. Master's cock would feel so good in her fuck holes.

It was work to get the two halves separated but he was impressed at how tightly it had sealed her in. It looked like she hadn't been able to move at all. As he looked down at his toy, he had to smile. While she was trying so hard to be still until he moved her, he could see that her body was betraying her as her hips gently thrust inviting him to fill her need cunt. 'soon my toy' he thought to himself, and finished making it safe for her to get out of her box.

Fuck toy felt master pulling her up and out of her box as he led her to the bathroom. Gently he bent her over and removed the but plug and vibrator before guiding her to sit down, giving her a chance to relieve herself and then cleaning her up while checking to be sure she didn't need more care with any of the marks he had left on her yesterday. While they all looked tender and were various shades and degrees of bruising, they otherwise didn't appear to need any care.

He led her over to a table and leaned her backwards on to it. The corset, he decided, could stay on a bit longer while her holes got a work out. He quickly and easily strapped her down with her ass hanging off of the edge, legs spread apart and cunt open and ready for use. He took a moment to examine how her clit was doing. It was extremely swollen and when he tapped the vacuum tube it was it, she immediately tried to respond as it sent bolts of pleasure through her system. Having been forced to edge all night, she was wet and ready. Having had to settle for imagining her struggles inside the box as she was brought to the edge again and again and then fight for air this morning, had him hard and ready. He grabbed the hose still attached to her gag, lined himself in, and once again thrust himself all the way into her tight, wet, hot little hole.

Fuck toy was beyond giddy with pleasure at being used by master's cock again. He quickly set up a punishing pace and with each thrust, he caused the vacuum tube to send overwhelming sensations through her clit. She was quickly approaching the edge when her air was cut off again. She struggled to frantically to suck air in through the now blocked tube as she felt him cum inside of her, sending her over the edge just as he released her to take in another lungful of precious air. She was so sensitive but he had not stopped, getting hard again almost instantly. He was determined to drive them both to another orgasm as he let go of the tube and roughly grabbed both of her abused tits, mauling them and yanking the vacuum tubes off as she came again. Fuck toy was desperate for a moments rest but master kept going, driving her arousal higher and higher until she finally came a third time as he ripped off the tube from her engorged clit in an orgasm which was as much a form of painful torture as it was pure bliss and pleasure. Master buried himself in her as he came, pumping her full of his seed once again.

After he caught his breath, he moved around to make use of her mouth and throat once again. He removed the gag which had been in all night and allowed her a drink before reaching down to gently open her mouth and insert his cock which was now covered in her juices. It was time to see how she did without the gag. He slowly pushed his semi erect cock in and out of her sweet mouth, enjoying her tongue as he went just a bit deeper with each thrust, testing to see if her gag reflex would kick in. He smiled as he bottomed out and held it there until she began to thrash about as much as she could, seeking to get air into her lungs. He didn't know which was better, her barely used, tight little cunt as it gripped his cock when she came or the involuntary convulsion which came from chocking her on his cock. They both felt amazing. And he began to fuck her throat in earnest while she fought for enough air to keep breathing between his thrusts, swallowing his load when he came deep in her throat.

Now that he had attended to the needs of his cock, master was ready to teach her what it meant to be really and truly completely fucked. He wheeled the fucking machine with what would feel like a monster cock to her attached to the end up to her cunt. He took his time setting it up so it would thrust all the way in, slightly bumping against her cervix, before pulling all the way back out to just the tip. Then he positioned a vibrator right on her still engorged and highly sensitive clit and set the timer for 20 minutes before leaving her to perform for the camera which was once again recording it all and sending it out live on the web.

She was so happy to have master's cock in her throat. She was proud of her programming which now allowed her to take all of him in without a gag. When she felt something push against her cunt once again, she assumed her master was about to give her another load of his cum, but something felt different. Then she felt something brush against her clit which was so sensitive that any touch at all sent bolts of pure lust and arousal through her entire system. Next the fucking machine and the vibrator came to life and, since she wasn't gagged for the first time since arriving, she cried out in both pain and pleasure as together they drove her to countless orgasms, leaving her unable to do anything but whimper, "please." She didn't even know what she was begging for any more. Was she begging for it to stop or to never end?

He shut off the machines and untied her as he also shut down the live feed. The rest was just for them. He gently led her over to the bathroom where he released her from the corset and the cuffs. He took off the mask and let her blink as her eyes adjusted to the dim light, seeing the naked man in the mask before her. He pulled the ear buds out of her ears and gently led her into the shower turning the water on to a gentle warm flow. He gently washed her, taking care to touch lightly over her sensitive flesh.

As much as loved to beat and torture horny fuck toys, he also loved to show the just how intense a slow and sensual experience could truly be and this toy had earned one before she left his care this time. He took the time to be sure the worst of her hurts were kissed and cared for with an ointment which, at least for a time, would ease the pain. Once she was clean and dry, her hair combed out and braided to be out of their way, he led her back to the bed and told her to lay back and spread open her legs.

Master was being so gentle with her, it was disorientating. But fuck toy was too exhausted to resist. She let herself be led to the bed and welcomed the opportunity to sink back into the softness. Slowly he started kissing her, working his way from her toes up her legs while gently caressing her as he inched

ever closer to her sex. Despite all she had been through, the soft, gentle touches began to spark her arousal once again. "Good girl," he muttered softly. She was starting to get impatient, he was taking so long to reach where she craved to be touched once more.

He smiled, enjoying the knowledge that the slow, gentle caresses where working their own form of torture on her, waiting until she would no longer be able to resist reaching down and use her hands to encourage him to go faster. Until then he would just kiss and caress and inch ever closer to her cunt which was beginning to weep in arousal once again enjoying her whimpers, moans, pleas, and watching her hips begin to respond as they tried, unsuccessfully, to bring his touch to where her body wanted it the most.

The arousal kept growing and she could feel herself getting wet as his fingers and kisses kept up the maddening assault on her senses. Her body begin to have a mind of its own as it began seek to bring her tormentor into contact with her aching sex. Just as he reached the very tops of her legs, she could take it no more and reached down to guide his tongue to her glistening slit.

He had been impressed with how long she had let him torture her in this slow and gentle manner but he wasn't done yet. When we felt her hands on his head, he stopped and laughed quietly in her ear, "Not yet my good girl," he whispered as he gently tied her wrists together with the silk scarf, lifted them above her head, and tied them to the head board. Being able to see her expression, her full reaction, as she was denied was priceless for him. He understood the need to protect her privacy whenever she was being filmed, and that she was not ready to know who he was since they discovered that they lived within walking distance of each other, but having this time where he could look into her eyes and see the battle between the anger and frustration of denial, and the growing lust as he continued to softly caress her, teasing her slit with his hard cock was priceless.

Her hands now safely prevented from interfering with his slow, gentle torture, he went back to work. This time starting at the top of her head and working his way down over her eyes and that sensitive place behind her ears. Places he hadn't been able to touch previously, he now fully explored as her whimpers and pleas became more and more insistent and her hips thrust against him wanting to be so much more than teased by his cock. He worked down her neck and across her collar bone as his fingers gently explored her breasts causing her to arch her back, desperate to encourage him to continue.

She didn't know how much more she could take. The slow and maddening pace was making her body yearn for more. Being able to move but not take control in any way drove her frustrated arousal to new heights. All she could do was plead and beg but it seemed to fall on deaf ears as he continued to take his time. She cried out as he sucked first one sensitive nipple in and then the other, leaving them wet, stiffened to the point of aching as he continued to work his way down over her rib cage. Once again he was so close to her center. "please, oh yes, please, please, please." It was the only thing she could still say as her lust and arousal caused her shake and squirm, growing ever more desperate for any touch.

"Please what, my good girl. Tell me what you want."

"Please, please, I need to cum. Please make me cum."

He smiled as she begged. Parting her lips swollen with arousal, he blew gently on her sensitive, engorged clit causing her to become even more desperate as her body tried to bring her over the edge she so desperately sought. With a satisfied grin as just how desperate she was, he sucked her clit in, sending her over the edge as she clamped her legs around his head and ground her hips into his face, riding out wave after wave of pleasure.

She felt the pleasure in every fiber of her being as she rode out the orgasm which seemed to just go on and on until she began to float back to earth. And then it all began again as he gently licked her sensitive clit and into her needy cunt. The slow, gentle torture continued until she was once again begging him to cum. "Please, please, I need to cum. Please, fill my cunt. Please make me cum."

He had no intention of making it easy for her this last time. "Please fill your cunt with what my good girl? With this?" He began flicking he tongue in and out of her hole which was desperately searching for anything to fill it.

"More, I need more," she whimpered. "Please fill my cunt with more."

He slides a single finger in, gently and slowly finger fucking her enjoying the sound of her pleas for more. A second finger went in as he maintained the slow, maddening pace, enjoying watching her as she was driven higher and higher in her arousal.

"More, please fill my cunt with more. Please, fill my cunt with your cock. I need your cock. Please, make me cum on your cock." Part of her brain tried to tell her that begging for a stranger to fuck her was beyond insane but the need to cum dominated as she continued to whimper and beg for his cock to fill her cunt, to use his cock to drive her over the edge.

He slowly pushed his cock into her needy hole, taking his time as he watched her writhe beneath him, enjoying her pleas to fill her, to fuck her, to make her cum. He set up the slow pace with his cock he had established with his fingers.

"Oh yes, thank you, please, please, fuck me. Fuck me with your cock. Please make me cum, I need to cum. Please, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Harder, harder, oh yes." He began to slowly increase his pace as she continued to beg, ever more desperate to be fucked and he ever so happy to oblige but keeping her on the edge until he knew he could take it no longer. As he began to feel his balls tense up, he pounded her cunt driving them both over the edge at the same time, collapsing on top of her as she wrapped her legs around him, holding him inside of her as she felt herself explode.

After he recovered, he rolled to the side, and pulled her close to him. Their time together was coming to a close for this session. She snuggled into him with a contented sigh, still in a daze, as he whispered into her ear, "Good girl, go to sleep my good girl. So deeply asleep. When I count up from ten, you will get up, put on your cloths, realize you need to get home, and leave not remembering anything until you get home and discover the mask in your purse. Once you are holding the mask in your hands, you will remember everything about our time together. It will remain vividly in the front of your memory as long as the bruises remain vividly on your body. As your bruises fade, your memory will also fade. Whenever you see the mask, you will be driven to put it on and masturbate at the next opportunity, making sure to capture it all on camera and sending me the footage but only remembering your orgasm afterwards. When it is no longer painful for you smash your tits into your tightest bra, your subconscious will know it is time to start the preparations for our next session but your conscious mind will know nothing of it until you are helpless to stop it once again. And now my good girl, it is time for you to wake up and begin your journey home. 10...9...8..." As he counted down, he eased himself out of the bed and into the shadows once again.

She woke up feeling so rested but knowing she needed to get back home to study for her upcoming test. She had allowed herself one day to take a break and it appeared that she had slept most of it away. Thinking herself simply to have been a bit exhausted and taking advantage of a quiet place to sleep at a friend's house, she quickly got herself dressed and headed home. Her roommate was gone, probably in the library studying, when she got home so she went into her home drop off her purse and gather her things to do the same. As she went to grab her wallet out of her purse and throw it into her backpack, she came across something she wasn't expecting and pulled it out. As she held it out in front of her with both hands, the memories came flooding back to her.

Getting the package with the black push up bra which put her already large tits fully on display and listening to the file on the jump drive which was included as she put it on along with her tightest pair of jeans and slightly too small t-shirt. Walking to his house, seeing the bottle of water with a note instructing her to drink it and make her way to the basement again. Seeing the mask and how it had made her so horny and compliant when she had put it on. She flushed with embarrassment as she remembered how she had striped for the camera and enjoyed the idea of thousands of people watching her via the web through it all. She felt the after effects of the abuse as she fully realized that she was covered in bruises from her shoulders to her knees and how much her tits were aching being compressed into the push up bra still. Not to mention how sore her clit and pussy were after being pounded both by him and the machine.

She also remembered how it all had started once again. The random hypnosis files on line, the requires for volunteers to try something new, the emails, skype chats, and files which had led to not only one, but two live sessions which played out some of her darkest fantasies. Sure enough, in checking her secret email account there was an email from him with a link to the live feed recording as well as the edited movies. She could see that indeed, over 10,000 hits had been recorded already on the videos but that, true to his promise, her face was covered through it all. She noticed a large envelope on her desk with a note instructing her to open and read.

Inside it were several documents with a message that an explanation could be found by listening to the link in her email. She listened as she looked them over. A bank account had been set up in her name with a percentage of the profits from her performances, as agreed, now that their sales had reached $100K. Master had the ability only to add money, only she could remove money. A privacy agreement was also included which stated that master could film her without the mask for personal use and enjoyment but if even a second of the footage ever was found on the web which showed her face, he would be liable to pay her every penny ever earned on the videos she had consented to (both to that point and into the future) and he would be prosecuted for rape, exploitation, and blackmail. All of it was signed by her, an attorney she knew she had researched and chosen, and were without loopholes.