Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
It makes sense now. That’s the point, isn’t it? The realisation clicks like a switch.
It’s part of the game. And I’m playing, too. I’m Holly here… not lost little Ella. It’s time to start doing that justice.
I take deep breaths and steady myself as best I can, and I embrace the cold chill. My nipples must be like bullets. My skin will be so sensitive when the clients finally arrive.
I imagine warm, rough hands on me, and the sting of whips, and the pain of paddles, crops and canes. I think of cocks forcing their way inside me. My pussy, my ass, stretching, thrusting, hurting – and it excites me.
I want it to start. I want to be a pain slut. I want it all…
“Please,” I say to the silence. “Please, come and use me. I want to serve you.”
Still nothing, so I raise my voice.
“Please! Come and use me. I need to be hurt. I’m desperate.”
I arch myself to show off my tits. I moan in the shackles, knowing full well I’m on display. I’m being watched.
“I’m not here for the money,” I say to the emptiness. “I’m here because I’m a slut who needs to give service. Please let me serve you. Please let me hurt for you. I need this.”
I wish I could play with myself like I did in the back of the car, but I can’t, so I thrust my hips, imagining, clenching my thighs.
“Please,” I say, my ankle shackles rattling as I do my best to buck on my tiptoes. “I know you’re watching… I know you want me.”
Silence. Just my panted breaths.
“Please?” my plea echoes around me.
Finally, I hear a door open. There are no voices, just a steady stream of incoming footsteps.
“Please, yes!” I say. “Make me serve. I’ll take it all, I promise.”
“That’s a very serious promise,” a voice replies, cold and deep. I feel a man approach me from the front, I hear his footsteps. I feel the electricity of his body standing before mine.
“I know it’s a serious promise,” I say, “but I mean it. I can show you. Just give me the chance.”
A circle of people take place around me, their footsteps shuffling, and their breaths breaking into the silence, even through my hood. I tip my head back, and let the chains take my full weight, swaying in invitation. My stance says more than my words can. My body is on offer. I’m a filthy toy for their hardcore pleasure. A blank canvas, desperate to be painted by pain.
“We’ve heard about your pain slut talent,” the voice says, and I note the heard not read.
He must be talking about the dungeon master of a client I played with. I smile at the memory.
“Then you must know I really am a desperate submissive who can take it.”
“It?”
“Anything,” I tell him, “whatever your pleasure is, I’ll take it.”
He laughs at that and so does someone else.
“We don’t extend our invitations lightly, Holly.”
“I don’t expect the proposal to be delivered lightly, either. Please, Sir, let me serve.”
Holly is owning my psyche now, taking control.
“It’s Master here,” the voice says. “I’m in primary control, but you will serve us all equally.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you.”
“You have beautiful tits,” he says, his tone different. I gasp as he tugs at one of my nipples. “We’re all going to enjoy hurting them, and you’re going to enjoy it too, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Master.” I hope he can tell I’m smiling. “I’m going to enjoy it a lot.”
“Then let’s get started. And get those beautiful tits trussed up tight.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Twine first,” he says to someone off to the side, and I take a breath. Twine can be so ruthless it almost cuts, and he doesn’t hold back as he binds me, one breast at a time, round and around before he ties them tight together. I feel them swelling, pulsing against the bonds. It feels good.
“Rope,” he says, and he repeats the process with the thicker binding. This time he wraps the rope up and around my neck and hoists my tits high. They are tied so tight they must already be reddening. Swelling with the pain. It makes me proud to think of the sight.
“Clamps,” he says to the person off to the side of him.
He takes hold of my nipples and stretches them, both at once. I arch into the tug, savouring the amazing feeling.
Then I flinch when he lets go and closes a clamp around each nipple at the same time.
He does it gently, but that only accentuates the bite. Crocodile clamps, the teeth pinching hard.
I hiss like a bitch when he taps them with his fingers.
“Your cunt can have some as well,” he says, “show me.”
I wonder how the hell I can show him when I’m teetering on my tiptoes with my ankles shackled. But two men arrive at my feet, warm hands, rough as they remove my ankle shackles and the connecting chain and whole lot goes clattering behind me. They take hold of my thighs and ass and lift me, opening my legs for him. My aching arms welcome the relief as the men take my weight and I can’t believe how horny this is, exposed and hooded with my tits on fire. Master is obviously looking at my pussy. I wonder how many men are here, staring at me.