roll of paper towels, a bucket of hot, soapy water, a large sponge and some old towels. These he set down near the stain. J. hadn't moved.
“I’m going to take off the cuffs now, J. You’re going to use the paper towels first, to blot as much of your piss as you can. Then scrub it and then use the towels to dry it, got it?” When she didn’t answer, he knelt beside her and gripped her throat, his cock rising with the thrill of his power.
He could feel her swallow beneath his fingers, and her eyes widened. She nodded and he let go. Pulling her to her feet, he reached behind her and unclipped the cuffs. “Once you’re done, you’ll have a shower. You stink.”
He watched as she dabbed at the stain and then used the sponge. She looked incredibly hot, crouching naked with her hair falling into her face, her breasts swaying gently as she worked. What would that ass look like covered with the welts from a cane? How would she look when he chained her to the bondage table on top of the cage and gave her forced orgasms until she passed out? He would get one of those vibrating wands with the big heads they used on the porn sites. With a thrill, he realized he was going to train her just like Maestro and Sir Stephen in the videos.
He’d spent hours watching the two men in action, and they were the real deal. Even if the women were paid to be in the videos, the techniques the men employed were very effective. Those women weren’t acting when they screamed while being whipped or came so hard they cried. He would condition J., as they did on the site, to obey his every command. Her entire world would shrink to this dungeon. He would reduce her to a willing, obedient slave girl who lived to serve him and him alone.
He massaged his cock through his jeans as he watched J. on her hands and knees. It was her fault she was here now. She was the one who had lied and cheated, and nearly destroyed his business in the process. Now she would pay.
Once she’d cleaned the mess reasonably well, Eric hoisted her to her feet. “Time for a shower.” He led her to the tiny basement bathroom. It was barely big enough for a toilet and a shower stall, but it would suit his purposes. He turned on the water and pushed her into the stall, allowing her to pull the glass door closed.
“Two minutes,” he said.
Closing the lid of the toilet, Eric sat down and watched J. through the clear glass. She was still whimpering as she soaped her body and shampooed her hair. Once she rinsed, he barked, “Out. Now.”
He could feel her reluctance as she turned off the water and stepped hesitantly out of the stall. He thrust a towel at her and watched her dry herself. When she started to wrap the towel around her body he said, “Nope. Drop it and then turn and face me.”
In the small mirror over the sink he saw the scowl move suddenly over her features, but to her credit she’d managed to wipe it off by the time she turned toward him, the towel puddling at her feet. He looked her over, purposefully lingering at her breasts and cunt, enjoying her obvious discomfiture.
“I thought all porn stars had shaved cunts. What’s up with the pubes?”
She didn’t answer. He would have to teach her to respond when spoken to, but there was time for that. He shifted his gaze to her face. The heavy makeup she’d worn for the shoot was mostly off, though there were raccoon rings of mascara left around her eyes.
While she was in the shower he had noticed the makeup bag perched on the edge of the sink and now he nodded toward it. “You got something in there to get that crap off your face?”
J. nodded and moved to reach for it, but Eric moved faster, grabbing it before she could. “Not so fast. For all I know you’ve got a nail file in there or something sharp. Slave girls can’t be trusted with sharp objects.”
Sitting back on the toilet seat, he rummaged through a huge assortment of lipsticks and eye makeup until he found what looked like a jar of cold
“I’m going to take off the cuffs now, J. You’re going to use the paper towels first, to blot as much of your piss as you can. Then scrub it and then use the towels to dry it, got it?” When she didn’t answer, he knelt beside her and gripped her throat, his cock rising with the thrill of his power.
He could feel her swallow beneath his fingers, and her eyes widened. She nodded and he let go. Pulling her to her feet, he reached behind her and unclipped the cuffs. “Once you’re done, you’ll have a shower. You stink.”
He watched as she dabbed at the stain and then used the sponge. She looked incredibly hot, crouching naked with her hair falling into her face, her breasts swaying gently as she worked. What would that ass look like covered with the welts from a cane? How would she look when he chained her to the bondage table on top of the cage and gave her forced orgasms until she passed out? He would get one of those vibrating wands with the big heads they used on the porn sites. With a thrill, he realized he was going to train her just like Maestro and Sir Stephen in the videos.
He’d spent hours watching the two men in action, and they were the real deal. Even if the women were paid to be in the videos, the techniques the men employed were very effective. Those women weren’t acting when they screamed while being whipped or came so hard they cried. He would condition J., as they did on the site, to obey his every command. Her entire world would shrink to this dungeon. He would reduce her to a willing, obedient slave girl who lived to serve him and him alone.
He massaged his cock through his jeans as he watched J. on her hands and knees. It was her fault she was here now. She was the one who had lied and cheated, and nearly destroyed his business in the process. Now she would pay.
Once she’d cleaned the mess reasonably well, Eric hoisted her to her feet. “Time for a shower.” He led her to the tiny basement bathroom. It was barely big enough for a toilet and a shower stall, but it would suit his purposes. He turned on the water and pushed her into the stall, allowing her to pull the glass door closed.
“Two minutes,” he said.
Closing the lid of the toilet, Eric sat down and watched J. through the clear glass. She was still whimpering as she soaped her body and shampooed her hair. Once she rinsed, he barked, “Out. Now.”
He could feel her reluctance as she turned off the water and stepped hesitantly out of the stall. He thrust a towel at her and watched her dry herself. When she started to wrap the towel around her body he said, “Nope. Drop it and then turn and face me.”
In the small mirror over the sink he saw the scowl move suddenly over her features, but to her credit she’d managed to wipe it off by the time she turned toward him, the towel puddling at her feet. He looked her over, purposefully lingering at her breasts and cunt, enjoying her obvious discomfiture.
“I thought all porn stars had shaved cunts. What’s up with the pubes?”
She didn’t answer. He would have to teach her to respond when spoken to, but there was time for that. He shifted his gaze to her face. The heavy makeup she’d worn for the shoot was mostly off, though there were raccoon rings of mascara left around her eyes.
While she was in the shower he had noticed the makeup bag perched on the edge of the sink and now he nodded toward it. “You got something in there to get that crap off your face?”
J. nodded and moved to reach for it, but Eric moved faster, grabbing it before she could. “Not so fast. For all I know you’ve got a nail file in there or something sharp. Slave girls can’t be trusted with sharp objects.”
Sitting back on the toilet seat, he rummaged through a huge assortment of lipsticks and eye makeup until he found what looked like a jar of cold
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