Master 3

I woke up to the feeling of a butt plug being pulled out of my sore asshole. My master then untied my hands and sore ankles from the bed before grabbing the leash and leading me to his backyard. His backyard was surrounded by a wooden fence to keep prying eyes away. He led me to a spot under a tree where he commanded me to use the bathroom. So this was it huh? I was not even human enough to use a proper bathroom. I pulled my sore knees apart, on the grass, and began my bowel movement. My asshole was already sore from being constantly pounded, which made shitting uncomfortable. But being an obedient animal whore, I did as he commanded. After I was finished, he cleaned it up and wiped my asshole. After crawling back into the house, he led me to the center of the living room before binding my hands above my hands, putting a ball gag in my mouth and commanding me to lay on my back. He went into the bedroom and returned seconds later. In his hand was a smaller wooden paddle. He told me to spread eagle to which I nervously did. I closed my eyes as he started swinging the paddle downwards, smashing it against my pussy. I yelped and screamed, my sounds muffled by the ball gag. The sound of the wooden paddle smacking against my pussy could be heard throughout the house. I could not stop jumping at every hit. I could not hold back my tears as he assaulted me relentlessly. I kept closing my legs as a reflex and in fear which on made him angry. He would smack my face with the paddle to show his disapproval every time I closed my legs. My legs and thighs shook tremendously when I forced them back open so he could punish me more. Despite my pussy being beaten black and blue, it continued to swell with nectar. So much so his paddle became wet. He finally stopped and dragged me into the corner. He laid my head face down into the corner with my hands bound behind my back. He motioned me to stick my ass in the air. The next thing I know, I heard the sound of a vibrator buzzing. Without any warning he shoved it into my swollen beaten pussy. I closed my eyes as the vibrator sent shockwaves of pain and pleasure through me. My master then got up and walked away with the vibrator still inside of me. It only took two minutes for me to have an exploding orgasm. But my master was no where in site to retrieve his toy. My pussy was sensitive but the toy kept vibrating away. I was howling and bawling through my ball gag. Squirming from side to side, I did not know what to do. I tried to force it out using every muscle I had down there but to no luck. I was literally rolling around on the ground, my pussy could not bear it. Sensitive was a good enough word to describe it. For four minutes this went on before he returned. When he finally took it out it was like unplugging a drain. My nectar flushed out of me and then I passed out. I woke up to the feeling of floating in hot water. I looked around to realize I was in the tub. My master was bathing me. When he put the warm cloth to my neck is when I realized I was no longer wearing the leash. My body was covered with bruises. I wish there were more. He lifted me up out of the tub, dried me off and carried me to the bedroom. He dressed me up in the clothes I had arrived in just days prior. I was confused and worried. He pulled me off the bed to stand on my own two feet. Two feet which I had not stood on since I arrived. He held me as I wobbled to the front door with his guidance. I did not want to go. I wanted to strip my clothes and fasten the leash back around my neck. But I knew this could not last forever. People would get worried. I had to go back out into this unforgiving world and be human again. I steadily made it to my car, wiping away tears as I did. I looked back at my master, who was standing in the doorway. He made me feel so alive. Now I had to go back to a world in which I felt dead. A few days later, after the bruises subsided, after the aches and pains deceased, I was back at work. It was a slow day. Barely any calls or customers. I could no longer stand the site and smells of pizza. I decided to take a break and head towards the single toilet bathroom. I reached the bathroom door a hand reached out and grabbed my arm. I was startled and looked to see that it was him. My master. My heart rate jumped, my breathing became heavier, my legs started to tremble. All the pain he dealt me had instantaneously resurfaced out of nowhere. A large wet spot formed in the crotch of my black pants as urine escaped me. I was speechless. My eyes darted back towards the counter area, looking for help. My mind wanted help but my body did not. He noticed and looked towards the counter as well. He looked back down at me before shaking his head as if to tell me no one was going to come to my rescue. He opened the bathroom door before shoving me into it. He locked the door as I backed up against the wall. I raised my hands and started hitting him. But he was a damn man and I was a woman. I was no match for him as he slapped me towards the sink before pressing my face down towards the sink and pulling my pants down and ripping my panties off and shoving them into my mouth. I heard the rustle of his belt buckle and pants coming undone before he plunged his black dick into my sweltering pussy. My pussy welcomed it. It made itself nice and wet the instant I saw him. My co-workers were in the kitchen laughing and joking about. Unbeknownst to them, their pretty white co-worker was being brutally raped in the bathroom. I gripped the sink as he plunged and dived into me over and over. My ponytail had come undone. I opened my eyes as he continued to rape me and I caught a glimpse of betrayal. My mind told me this was wrong. My mind said I should scream for help. Yet my body betrayed me. I saw in the mirror my master raping a woman. A woman who had a devious look of satisfaction on her face. A look of a woman who was clearly enjoying what was being done to her. My master groaned as he emptied the contents of his plump ballsack into me. Oh how I remembered the taste of his sack. Dipped in my nectar and his cum I had the luxury of allowed a taste of them as a treat when I was enslaved at his house. My master pulled out and immediately got down on his knees to feed. He ate me as if I was on the menu. A menu that only he knew about. The devious grin never left my face as I he ate. Licking me inside and out. You have not lived until you have had a tongue swirling inside of you. I gasped as I reached my peak and squirted everywhere. He stood up and, without saying a word, vanished from the bathroom. I reached down and inserted two fingers into my pussy. Using his cum as lube I masturbated as the first orgasm was not enough. It only took a couple of minutes before I was squirting in pleasure. I composed myself as I pulled my soaked pants up and tied my hair back up into a ponytail. I walked back behind the counter before a co-worker asked if I was feeling well since I took a while in the bathroom. I did not know what to say. I definitely was not going to tell them my master raped the shit out of me just minutes ago so I lied and told them I was indeed feeling a little sick and needed to go home. I felt obliged to clean the bathroom first since my nectar was all over the floor. After entering the bathroom with the mop and bucket I got naked and laid down on the filthy floor. A filthy floor splattered with my nectar. Like the animal my master made me into.