The Vortex

He wet his lips in satisfaction.

The room was taking shape. And it turned him on thinking about it.

His mind was like that, it went to extremes.

His dreams oozed a river of sexual fantasies. Every morning his shorts were soaked from his admissions. He began to rise earlier to hide the evidence of his evening licentiousness. He was a prisoner of sex.

She was the object, the subject, the victim of his lust. And he was certain he could have her. His pants were wet with the pre-cum of his lust. Now looking at the room he was satisfied that it would serve him well once she was inside.

She liked all of the toys he had showed her so far. Now he had only to tell her that her room was ready, that her training would begin, that she would obey, that he would reward her for her submission. Already she had accepted his butt plug to wear for a day. And his mouth watered thinking she would arrive back soon.

She hesitated before knocking on the door, the door which held the unknown for her. It had been a long day at work and she was now nervous. It had been difficult wearing his specially designed butt plug, walking around the classroom, bending over to help the children with their problems, tying their shoes, and a few times the plug threatened to slip out of her now dried ass and it was with extreme mental concentration that she was able to clench her butt cheeks to keep it safely in place.

The other night at the retirement party for one of the teachers, she met him. Right from the start she knew there was something different about him, something that had held her attention, drew her in. She didn't know what or even tried to understand it; the pull was there and could not be denied. He was dark and seemed to be the brooding sort, not at all her type, but yet here she stood outside his door, unsure of herself, only knowing that when he called last night and asked her if he could come over she didn't dare to turn him down.

Last night was, well she couldn't really describe what last night was, not even in her own mind. There were no words for it. It was really pleasant but strange at the same time. They had spent the evening chatting and drinking some wine that she had in her refrigerator, it was not that but the topic of their conversation that had left her with this feeling of unease. She had never heard of BDSM. Maybe in the content of an off colored joke, but that was it. When he brought up the subject she listened and was horrified, horrified within herself to find that the topic intrigued her and the thought of actually submitting her body to another, to their will without any say was a turn on.

When he brought out his toys that he had brought in a bag, the mere thought of the joys and pain that could be inflicted upon her body left her breathless. She did not think twice when he left her with the plug with instructions on its use for this day.

"Insert it in the morning and wear it all day. If you do this, then you will understand." he had told her, ordered her.

Slowly with trembling fingers she pressed the doorbell to his house.

His answer shook her when he open the door, smiled, and wordlessly waved her inside.

"Go over to the back of the couch and bend over. Lift up your dress; I want to see my plug."

She complied like a child ordered to her room. She walked to the couch and bent over its back and hiked up her dress revealing her naked ass and the plug.

"Don't touch it. I want to see this up close." He ordered, as he came behind her, kneeling before placing his hands on the cheeks, He spread her buttocks and the plug fell to the floor. He gazed at the hole now swollen red and open. "That's right," he said more to himself than to her. "Does it hurt?"

Not waiting for her answer he grabbed her hand and led her to his bathroom. "Sit." And she complied. "Now relax. Tell me about your day. Relax, let the pain go away. What were you thinking about every minute today?" he asked standing in front of her undoing his belt.

Not sure where she was to sit or what she was to say, she cautiously moved towards the toilet where she placed the lid down before sitting carefully on her tender behind. Willing herself not to squirm around, she quickly withdrew her eyes from the progress his hands were making on his belt buckle. Oh my God, what did she let herself into? Keeping her eyes lowered to the floor, she found words escaped her as she tried to answer his question.

Scared of upsetting him by her slow coming in words, she found herself stuttering.

"I, uhmm, I thought ah ah about you today Sir. Aabout tonight and what would happen. The things you said. About last night. I meant, last night. The things you said last night." She knew she sounded like an idiot.

Closing her eyes she forced herself to focus, to get a grip of her raw emotions. His silence told her that he was waiting for more from her and she didn't want to upset him, strangely enough she wanted to please him. She dared not question her feelings right now.

Daring to open her eyes, she looked up and saw that he had his belt off and holding it in his hands, looking down on her.

Taking a quick indrawn breath, she released it while rushing out her words, seemingly as if once the breath was out, her chance for talking would be over. "I'm scared Sir, but I do want to be here and to please you. Please give me this chance to learn how to do so." There, the words were out.

He knew she would be a pet, and then a slave, and all he had to do was help her behave. "Don't be in fear. Soon your release will be here."

Not sure what he meant, she whispered, "Release Sir?"

As his belt became free, he held it behind her and threaded it around her neck drawing it tight to her throat. Now like a dog on a leash he held her up saying, "put yours hands flat of the edge of the tub and raise your ass."

Moving as instructed, she knelt before the tub, spreading her hands apart as she let them rest on the edge. Lowering her body between her hands, the coldness from the white enamel chilled her skin through her cloth covered breasts. On shaky knees she managed to raise her legs, her dress falling down over her hips so that soon she was bent over at an angle with her ass sticking straight up in the air. Holding her head leveled with the tub's edge, she stared down into the whiteness, seeing nothing and yet so many images flashed through her mind's eyes. In this position she was helpless and yet she still had the power to get up and walk away, to run, and while the thought did play through her head, she pushed them aside.

Even though scared, she was thrilled and excited, the not knowing adding to the intensity of the experience, heightening the senses, and putting her emotions into overdrive. She was really submitting to another's will.

His mind engorged with power seeing her obedience, her willingness, and he also came as he rubbed his cock's head over her cheeks. "You need suave and soothing, pet." And with that he lowered himself to tongue her hole.

When she first felt him rubbing his cock on her bare skin, she closed her eyes, she had now reached the point of no turning back. At first she tensed her body, not knowing what he was going to do but soon relaxed under his administration. He didn't try to enter her, but seemed happy enough just letting his hardness play against her skin. It wasn't long before she felt the wetness, his juices, hot against her skin. She was shocked but she didn't let any sound out to show this.

She couldn't help but gasp when she felt him spreading her ass cheeks and then something warm pressing against her small opening. She had never experienced this before. Unsure how she was to react, she remained in position, maybe a little wobble from her legs, but not enough to distract him. She tightly closed her eyes as he began to rim her with his tongue. She wasn't sure if she liked this sensation or not, she wasn't sure of anything anymore.

He felt her shudder and knew the time had come. The room was not finished, but he no longer cared. She was ready. She was here now totally open to him and trembling, waiting. And now he was ready to take her.

Grabbing the end of the belt again, he order, "Come with me. You need a new home and I have a room for you. You will be comfortable in it and it needs you." And with that he pulled her out of the bathroom, down the hall to the stairs and down into the dungeon. She resisted, but he said, "Don't fight it...Do as I say...Do as I want."

She had no choice now but to follow him. She felt the tension in the pull of the belt around her neck so she hurried behind him, trying to keep pace with his fast steps.

Stumbling down the dark stairs she felt along the walls to keep her balance. She didn't know where he was leading her, only knew that she was in his control now, his total control and not only was she his prisoner, she was his willing prisoner.

Once at the bottom of the stairs she tried to look around her new surroundings, not able to make out much in the darkness. He released his hold of the belt and ordered her to the middle of the room.

Taking cautious steps, she made her way to what she judged to be the middle of the room and stood there awaiting his next orders. They weren't long in coming.

Being told to strip for him, she raised her hands to the back of her dress, lowering the zipper, and slowly she began to raise her dress from the bottom of the skirt, bringing the material up over her bared, smooth mound. Resisting the urge to cover herself back up, she kept rising the dress, feeling the cool, damp air hitting her bare belly, until she had it over her bra cladded breasts. With slow deliberations, she moved the dress over her head and then let it dropped to the floor.

Not seeing his eyes but feeling them on her, she reached behind her again to unclasp the bra, letting the straps fall over her shoulders and from her body. Without thinking about it, she crossed her arms before her, hiding her breasts, and stood there breathing heavily awaiting his next move, his next instruction.

Reaching through the dim light before her eyes could adjust; he grabbed her wrist and snapped on a handcuff. Then the other wrist was imprisoned and he said, "I will not hurt you. I only want to look at what you are hiding". And with that the sound of a mechanical motor pulled her arm up into the air. "There. You are beautiful. Those are nice tits..." And before she could respond, she felt him at her ankles, cuffing one, then another. "This will not be long." she heard the voice say from below, feeling his hands stroke her legs, one then the other.

And suddenly it was as though she was encircled by hands. Cupping her breast from behind, pinching her nipples from the front, a finger inserting itself into her.

"Do you remember our conversation at the party? When I told you about my set of nipple clamps? Well, here is a feel of them." And she yelled her surprise.

"Quiet," he commanded, "those are just clothes pins. They are like the butt plug; they are only to prepare you for what will come. I know you are uncomfortable now, but I have something I want you to see. Look."

In a distant corner, a floor light came on and silhouetted a bench and what appeared to be some sort of machine.

Again he circled her touching her flesh and feeling her shiver as he did so. He cupped her cheek and licked a nipple feeling the chill that shot across her skin. He licked her armpit and whispered, "I love pussy hair."

Not taking her eyes off the machine, random thoughts of what it could be and more to the point, how it would be used, played through her mind. She barely heard his whispered words but when they finally sunk into her dull mind she gave an involuntarily shudder. Surely he knew that she was shaven. Does this mean that he was displeased in her appearance; would there be a price to pay for not being as he wished? If so, what would be the price that he extracted from her, could she pay it?

Her eyes took in the machine again, it looked almost medieval, the long cylinders that were attached and the clamps to hold victims limbs. She wasn't sure what the contraption was for, she wasn't sure if it was something that would bring her pleasure or unbearable pain, she just wasn't sure of anything anymore.

The clamps, pins that he had attached to her breasts, were tugging on her hardened nipples, pinching them causing her undeniable pain. They were tight and unforgiving against her tender skin. Despite her resolve not to do so, she couldn't help but squirm under the discomfort.

The chilled air stroking her skin raised goose bumps up and down her body, but that was not the only reason for her shivering. He had moved towards the machine in the light and without a glance in her direction, he was standing there running his hands over it, almost as if testing it for its strength. He seemed lost to the fact that she was still there, still held prisoner by his restraints.

His mind seemed to be elsewhere, as if he was envisioning the machine being in used already on her.

Silently she watched him, watched his every move, the way he stood there partially hidden by the shadows, the way his hands at times seemed to caress the object of his attention.

She averted her eyes to the floor when he turned towards her. She sensed his movements towards her. She felt his energy when he again stood beside her.

"Tonight, my pet, you will have a treat. And I will help you. It's best that you pussy is shaved and it is best that you accept your pleasure." he said kneeling and undoing the spreader that held her. Unable to stop himself he insert a finger into her and marveled that she was moist. She was a natural, he thought. She leaned into his finger and he inserted two more. He moved his other hand to her rear and inserted two into her ass and rocked her in his arms. She swayed there and he let her rhythm give her pleasure.

After she came, he kissed her thigh, raising to free her arms and kiss her tit and sucked the nipple. He undid her handcuff from the hoist and then led her to the bench and The Machine.

The Machine

The machine was his pride. He had assembled it from a kit and now because of this woman, he was going to test it.

It was simple enough. It was a pneumatic piston. It also had a water system. The piston had an assortment of dildo attachments, some of which he had shown her at the party that previous evening. She had been fascinated by the array of them, their colors and their textures. And he had remembered which she said were most "interesting".

The closer they came to the bench and the machine, the more her body stiffened and her arms tensed. "It's OK." he reassured, "You can lie down in a moment and rest."

He placed her on the bench, swung one leg to the other side, and told her to lay back. One at a time he cuffed her wrists to the floor and took up the slack so her arms were loose, but she was confined.

"Now I want you to raise your legs up. There are two stirrups that will make you comfortable." And she complied, listening only to his voice. Once she was in place, he stood by her head and looked down on her. His cock jerking with blood and lust as he took in her face, her body in this totally exposed position. "I could just cum on you now," he told her. "Would you like a facial?"

Not being able to take her eyes off his erected cock, she could only nod her head in agreement. She watched silently as he moved towards her head, stopped beside her and positioned himself at her turned face. Rising as much as she was able, she opened her mouth and moved toward his cock. Darting her tongue out, she licked his manhood with her wet tongue, encircling his head with her organ. Unable to hold his shaft with her restraints in place, she moaned out her frustrations as she took him in her mouth. Tightening her jaws around him, she rocked her head back and forth in a penetrating rhythm, fucking him with her being.

She was lost in her movements, in the taste of him that she was startled when he abruptly pulled out.

She squirmed under his relentless stare. Had she unknowingly scratched him with her teeth? She didn't think she had, she was trying to be so careful in making sure she didn't hurt him in any way.

"Now it is time to add a bit more to our little fun, don't you agree?"

Not taking her eyes off his face, she whispered a yes that was so soft she was surprised that he had heard it.

He left her side and went to stand in front of the machine. Taking his time, he selected the right piece that he wanted to add. His movements were silent as he went about his work. It was only moments later that she heard a loud click of something being locked into place.

She strained her head to look up and over her naked body to watch him as he moved the arm of the machine directly in between her quivering thighs.

She felt the head of something pressing against her opening. He moved closer to her and with one hand opened her wet lips with his fingers while with the other hand he adjusted the hardness that was pressing against her, adjusted it so that it was now a bit inside her.

Still not satisfied with what he saw, he went to a side table and selected another object that he desired to use for his night of play. Moving back to the machine, he unlocked another arm from the frame and moved it so that it was lower and resting underneath the first arm. There he added his tool of pleasure and tightened it into place. He again positioned the second arm so that it was between her thighs.

She obediently scooted down a bit at his orders and using her feet to brace herself, she slightly raised her ass. As she scooted down, the hardness that was just inside her cunt went in deeper causing her some discomfort.

When she was in the position that he wanted her to be in, he moved the second object close to her ass hole. With one hand he spread her cheeks while positioning the tool at her opening. He only paused long enough to use his fingers to wet her tiny bud with the juices that was already running down from her pussy. Once satisfied that she was wet enough, he moved the apparatus against her opening and with a slight movement of his hand, had it inside her protesting hole. He adjusted the water value to its lowest setting and made certain that the machine was at its slowest.

Stepping back he looked down on her. "Yes, this is the way you will serve me tonight; learn to be my personal fucktoy. Would you like that...would you like to be my slut?"

Not waiting for her reply, no answer was necessary; he went behind the main frame of the machine and flicked a switch.

Any answer that she might have offered was cut off by her screams of fright and pain as she was immediately invaded by the two large hard cocks. She wasn't able to think as both of her holes were being penetrated into at once. The machine was fucking her, with a slow relentless penetration. It felt hard and with a fullness that she had never felt before.

He watched her for several seconds taking the fucking that he felt she deserved. Stroking his own hardness, he knew that he would cum soon and didn't want to cum standing at her feet so he moved back to her face. She had her eyes closed now and was adjusting herself to the onslaught of the DP she was captive of.

Slapping her breasts with a stinging blow so that she would notice him, he grinned at her expression of pain and also of the enjoyment at what she was experiencing. Her whole body was shaking with the forceful penetration she was receiving.

Using the stepstool, he climbed up beside her, placing a leg on either side of her convulsing body, resting above her breasts. As she opened her mouth for another scream, he silenced her by grabbing her head and forcing his cock into her throat. As her two lower holes were being used, he used her only other available hole to bring himself to satisfaction.