Sir Philip & Rebecca - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

If the warm, coarse feeling of rope bound round her wrists left her feeling slightly submissive, the cold metal clasps round her ankles, stretching her legs wide left her under no illusion that she was completely at the mercy of her master.

Light crept in at the lower edge of the blindfold he’d now strapped to her face. She could barely make out the blurry outline of her boobs and rock hard nipples. .

She was still clothed, in the centre of her masters purpose built sex dungeon, although she didn’t know it yet. He’d blindfolded her in the garage, carrying her like a sack over his shoulder into the dungeon. She felt hopeless but at ease, reassured but nervous at what was to come.

Her arms stretched above her, she was almost standing like a perfect ballet dancer doing a pirouette, but a million miles away from a serene, elegant dancer.

He’d hooked the rope binding her wrists together to another rope hanging from his hooked ceiling. He’d winched it up on the pulleys he’d built, creaking as it raised her slowly from the slumped position He’d left her in on the floor.. The eerie noise, not yet knowing what it was added to the excitement, the hopelessness as she was being raised. She was being forced to sit, then stand, her outstretched arms leading the way for her body to follow her.

The winch lifted her slowly, her head turning, trying to sneak a peak at what was happening around her.

She felt extremely close to her limits.

This was his time to have his fun with her, she thought.

She stood, legs firmly kept apart by the rodded clasps round her ankles, she was being lifted onto her feet, the winch didn’t speed, it creaked sporadically as it kept lifting her slowly. She was breathing heavily now, trying to stay calm. Lifted some more, onto her tip toes. She was swaying slightly as she tried to maintain her balance, arms still but her tip toes stuck tantalizingly close to having a perfect grip on the floor.

She heard his footsteps on the hard wooden floor getting louder. She felt his presence the same instant she felt the sharp blade of a knife press onto her neck.

He was careful, he didn’t want to cut her, just thrill, terrify and excite her.

Her slid the blade down her neck, so she could feel the cold metal against her, her breathing slowing as she worked hard to calm herself. She barely had chance to remind herself that feeling incapable, feeling vulnerable was actually turning her on, massively.

The blade sliced straight through her top like a knife through melted butter. As the air hit her chest her nipples hardened once more.

Her top sliced open straight down the middle, still on, like a blazer now. She felt him tug at one side, felt the thread of the top dig deeply into her shoulder as he pulled with enough force to make it rip over her upper arms.

She screamed out, he hadn’t yet gagged her, he wanted to hear her reactions. Her reactions are what thrill him, her reactions are what turn him on, they make him try more and more, make him push her, and test his, limits.

The top still dangling over the side of her body he hadn’t red it from, she knew what was coming.

She gritted her teeth, clenched her body with all her mite as he tore the top through her upper arm again, this time he ran the blade round her boobs, circling it right the way round as the remains of the top fell away to the floor.

She was biting her lip, a sign that he took to mean she was enjoying herself. His cock twitched in pleasure as he noticed, he had been unsure how she’d react to the blade. Her looked her up and down, her face cute, but he was beginning to miss her “fuck me”eyes behind her blindfold.

He reminded himself he’d have to take it off her soon, but he had a little more fun planned first.

She felt a waft of air over her chest the second before she felt his hand slap her right boob. He had slapped it side on, his fingers catching the side with his palm connecting just to the right of her hard nipples.

The same on the left side was no surprise to her.

She squealed quietly, breathing in as the pleasurable pain ran through her upper body. The connection made her twist slightly, feet still grasping for a proper hold of the floor.

She felt his hands on her waist. He steadied her before turning her round. He wanted to see her cute, cum filled ass.

She felt high, completely submissive and under his control as he she turned, knowing he was making her turn round rather than him walk round her reinforced his superiority.

With her back to him she felt his hands brush her long, blonde hair over each shoulder, the glorious shape of her back, hips and skirt covered bum tantalizing him.

He pulled her close to him, her feet now free from the floor, her beautiful curvaceous body easily move able under the ropes.

She felt his soft beard against her skin as he kissed her neck, he couldn’t resist. He kissed softly at first, his hands pressing tighter and tighter on her hips, working their way up he cupped them round her boobs.

His lips kissed her rougher, teeth beginning to gently scrape and dig into her deliciously soft skin. His hands covering her boobs, he starts squeezing, caressing, pulling, moans coming from her mouth as she felt pleasure at every move he made.

She felt his hands move away from her boobs before simultaneously slapping them, immediately pinching her nipples and pulling them, his lips still working around her neck.

A thought quickly popped into his mind that he shouldn’t be kissing her neck like a passionate lover, that he should be using and abusing her instead. He quickly regained focus, verbally breaking the silence to reaffirm his position both to himself, and to his new slut.

“Your my fuck toy now, Rebecca. I will do with you whatever the fuck I please. You’ll love every single second of it and be begging me for more and more. I’m going to take you to places so dark you don’t even know they exist yet”

His piercingly fierce voice sent shivers shooting down her spine, she was completely captivated. She couldn’t wait for whatever was to come. She was scared too. Becoming ever more turned on by ever increasing filth that she felt.

She was quickly startled by the cold touch of the blade. He pressed it over her neck, sliding it gently straight down her spine. Her breathing slowing. She was beginning to be at ease with his knife play. She was beginning to want more. She could feel her clit involuntarily flicking with excitement as the knife cut through her skirt.

The feeling as the knife slide down the very centre of her ass was invigorating. She couldn’t he but let out a moan as the air hit her bum immediately after the cool, sharp blade.

The skirt slid from her body as the knife slit through the bottom of the skirt. Her gorgeously attractive body, dangling temptingly before him, naked apart from her wet cum filled panties.

He could see the stains of his cum on her panties, memories of the sex shop gushing back to him. He had planned everything out. He had played thus moment over and over in his mind. The sensation he was feeling now was like never before. His cock growing once again, his perverted mind looking forward to using her even more.

She could sense that he was excited. She could sense he was looking at her, admiring her almost naked body. She’d almost forgotten her panties were filled with his cum. She knew he was taking it all in, knew he loved cum play. It made her excited that she was turning him on more and more. She hadn’t yet felt any part of him on her pussy or clit. She knew she wouldn’t be able to control hers when she eventually did. Inside she was eager for it to happen. She was also enjoying the hopelessness of being roped to the ceiling, blindfolded, ready for her master to do whatever he wanted to her.

She heard a slight clang of metal as he laid the knife, neatly, on the table. A very faint tap as he picked something else up. She wasn’t a what it could be. Knowing her master had something, not knowing what it was, thrilled her hugely.

She waited in anticipation, her mind racing through all the items she remembered picking up from the sex shop. Not one that she wouldn’t be excited for him to use on her.

She heard his footsteps approach, this time he was stood in front of her. Her lips pursed upwards in a cheeky little smile, her eagerness to please clear to him.

His hand grabbing her by the face, forcing her lips together, his fingers spread over both cheeks. His lips began kissing hers, she struggled to kiss him properly through his hands. It was the strangest kiss she’d ever experienced, it was the hottest kiss she’d ever experienced. She was hopeless. He was in absolute control of everything was doing. She was under his spell, his filthy, perverted spell that made her want him more. Made her want him to really control her, made her want him to fucking use her.

He finished the kiss, his tongue poking into her mouth one last time. She heard his lips close as he moved ever so slightly away, a burst of spit hitting her face. His hand now off her face, her tongue licking his saliva from her lips, still smiling.

She felt his hand grope her left boob, felt something press onto it, still not sure what it was. She flinched. His hand grabbed tighter. Quite a cool feeling on her boob as she felt whatever it was that he had drag along her boob.

He was writing.

She couldn’t tell what. She felt so filthy, so turned on. Her mind briefly nervous that it would never come off. Her mind turning that thought, as it was so often now, into complete overpowering thrill.

She focused, realising that he had written four letters.

His hand grabbed her right boob. Harder than before, her left boob slightly aching already. She loved the feeling.

Five letters this time.

He let go of her, briefly bending down, she felt his beard against her lower boobs as he kissed, then sucked, then nibbled each nipple in turn.

She gasped, chest moving up and down as her heart beats faster and faster. She was desperate to k ow what he’d written on her body.

She heard him walk away, heard the clanking of the rope pulley spring unto action, felt the rope lowering her down.

Her feet finally getting a firm grip on the floor. Her arms aching, still stretched out above her but her legs starting to lower.

She was falling into a heap on the floor. I filthy, cum filled, worthless fuck slut. She figured her master had something planned for her.

She was gagging to know what.

Her ankles and wrists bound still, blindfold on. He’d lowered her completely, she was now lying on the ground, sideways, an outstretched V shape.

She felt the vibrations from his feet hit her head, felt him unhook her wrists from the pulley and move it away. Her arms now resting on the floor like the rest of her body. This time though, they weren’t helping her stay up. The ached from the strain they’d just been put through. She realised again that the feeling was exciting, invigorating and turning her on.

He had the greatest sexual feeling than he’d ever experienced in his life. Her first test was about to happen.

He bent down, grabbed her hair, she instants recognised his unique pull & twist motion, a little moan releasing from her mouth as he sat her up.

He was squatting, face level with hers as he violently, but seductively removed her blindfold.

She blinked wildly as the light, albeit dim, woke her eyes from the darkness she’d been used to.

She didn’t know where to look first.

Luckily she didn’t have a choice, by now her master had gripped his hand round her neck, throttling her harder than ever, her eyes watering, her mouth forced open.

He was staring, menacingly, into her eyes. She had no choice but to stare back.

She could make out a photo frame on the wall through her peripheral vision, a large desk filled with items, she assumed from the shop.

He forced her head down to finally reveal what he’d written on her boobs.

In bright red lipstick were the words “Fuck” “Whore”

It instantly made her shiver, a shiver of the best kind as she felt completely under his spell. Completely obedient to her new master.

His voice became darker than before. It enveloped the room, made her feel special, made her feel slutty and make her want to say yes to everything he asked.

“You’ve made me hornier than I ever thought imaginable you little whore. I’ve cum twice with you today. After your master cums he takes a pee. Today, my filthy little slut is going to help me.”

As soon as the word pee came out of his mouth she became terrified. Her eyes widened even more than they were already, her body became stiff with freight.

She didn’t we to disobey him, she had told him that was one of her three taboos. He was testing her. She both loved and hated what she was feeling.

She started to shake her head, he felt it against his grip. It tightened.

“N…..N……N……i…..i’m……….sorr……….sorry.”

She couldn’t get her words out. He was getting supremely turned on by the fear he was forcing upon her.

He laughed.

“Your cunt will be severely pushed should you refuse”

He released his grip his hand rounding her pussy, grabbing it, the power he was pressing and gripping her pussy with was how she imagined a rapist to grab their victim. She couldn’t believe that thought sent a twitch of excitement to her clit.

“Please punish my cunt sir. I am begging you. You can do anything you’d like to it but please don’t make me drink your pee”

Her eyes were wild. He couldn’t lose. He got to play with the slut however she would have answered.

His hand pressing over her pussy again, releasing then grabbing again, hard. Forcing her body upwards with the force. She let out a little moan as his palm put pressure over her highly sensitive clit.

He stood up, unzipped his trousers, leaving them and his boxers round his ankles. His cock semi hard, he stroked it once whilst looking into her big eyes.

She hadn’t noticed the bucket behind her.

She stayed painfully still, not knowing if her beguiled worked. She had meant it. Any abuse to her cunt would be preferable over drinking his piss.

She could see the veins in his cock expanding, his gaze moving from her to the head of his cock, he angled it down to her before quickly pointing it over her.

A hot stream of perfectly clear pee pouring into the bucket, flowing directly over Rebecca’s body.

She sighed in relief, her pussy tingling at the thought of being punished. She kept looking between her master’s cock, his pee and his face.

She was surprised by her new mind. Seeing a man pee for the first time, her dark mind starting to convince her that a hot steamy liquid exploding from his bellend wasn’t that dissimilar to his cum.

He completed his business, a few drips of his pee landing on her body, she knew she should be disgusted but feeling it splash her excited her. She was well and truly his. She was his toy to do as he pleased. She would become his complete, controlled, uninhibited little cunt.

He stepped out of his trousers, whipping off his shirt and shoes at the same time. He was now stood completely naked in front of her, she wondered when he would eventually rip her panties off.

“Very well, you worthless little cunt”

He stroked his cock, walking to the table. His back to her, his hairy bum cuter than she’d imagined.

He turned round, holding two clasps in his hands, snapping them open and shut. The shrill of metal on metal sending shivers through her body once more.

“I’m going to punish your little fucking cunt like you haven’t seen before”

He walked back to her. Her body visibly moving from the strength of her heart beating. His hand slapped her face before gripping her hair and forcing her to her feet.

She couldn’t walk due to the rod between her legs, she half shuffled, half dragged from the spot where she had been dumped.

As he dragged her she could finally make out the photo frame on the wall.

He’d framed the panties she had sent him.

That turned her on. She smiled as he pushed her against the wall. Her breathe taken away as his oils kissed her. His tongue forcing its way into her mouth, his lips biting hers.

She could feel him untiring her wrists. She then felt him reach out with her arm, feeling a new strap.

He was strapping her to the wall.

Her arms out wide and above, her legs stretched out and below.

She was in the shape of a star jump, attached to the wall. Her pussy free. Her pussy to become the centre of his attention.