A new home

The man standing on the doorstep was unremarkable in most ways. He was in his fifties, slightly balding, and slightly overweight; his hair was the colors of salt and pepper and his chin was virtually non-existent. Only his eyes were burning with a feverish shine when he looked at me. He just quickly skimmed my face, then his glance went down for a full and detailed examination of the curves of my body.

He turned to Cookie, and said: “The shipment?“

She nodded. I was standing still in front of his desk, less than 2 yards in front of him, feeling very exposed without knowing what was expected of me.

He walked onto his desk, sat behind it, and started unwrapping the parcel on top of it. I wasn’t really surprised that it produced the box with the controls that Lucy had handled… yesterday? A week ago? he briefly looked at it, then beckoned Lucy, and passed it to her: “You train her. The regular schedule. “

Cookie approached me with two stilettos and helped me put them on. They clicked when she stripped them around my ankles, and I noticed a padlock on them. The heels were over six inches, and I wobbled around uneasy on them when I stood up again, needing Cookie’s help not to fall over immediately.

She tapped the inside of my thighs, directing me to spread my feet apart. I moved them away from each other for over three feet before she signaled me to stop, and fixed them wide apart with a metal chain. Then she pressed a button, and an electrical, menacing humming accompanied a pole rising straight up from the floor, pointing straight at my crotch. It didn’t stop when it reached that. Cookie guided its dildo shaped head smoothly but unceremoniously into my slit, where it advanced another 10 inches, providing my body with the support it needed to assist my heeled and spread feet in remaining standing.

The man had started a telephone conversation, talking about interest bases and real estate securities, without paying any attention to the proceedings in front of his desk. Me and Cookie waited quietly until he had finished it, at least five minutes later, uneasily wobbling in my difficult posture all the time.

When he finally hung up, he said: “Welcome to my office, cunt. My name is Colby, and I have just been promoted to chief executive of the Far Eastern division of our company. As such, I have been assigned two private slaves; Cookie was already here, and now I acquired you. I was never very sexually interested in Cookie, so you will soon suffer the full brunt of my voracious masculinity. But before that, Cookie will train you to be properly on edge. “

I wondered what he meant by that, but didn’t dare to open my mouth and ask him.

“You will live in this office, stored in the cell you woke up in when you’re not needed, and released from it when you are to be played. You are not to leave this room. You are to obey and respect your betters, and you will provide easy access to your holes to anyone interested in exploring them. You will…”

He paused, then shrugged: “Heh, but I suppose you know all that already. “

He turned to Cookie, and said: “I want you to work her with this feature these new slaves are equipped with these days. Exciting stuff. I want you to see how to wrench her juices from her pussy with this device, but I want you to keep her just short of her disgusting releases. Orgasms represent a loss of sexual tension and should be prevented. She must learn to ride the edge, where she can learn to go further and wilder into rapture. After all, it is the only reward she will ever receive for her servitude. Needless to say, any slip ups will yield serious disciplinary measures on the both of you. Illegal orgasm is not something I judge leniently. “

I remembered the red button on the box, and how Lucy had delivered horror to me with it… and I certainly didn’t want to repeat it. If that was what discipline felt like, I was willing to go a long way to evade it. Besides, this man had just said that this would be my home, that this was the place where I would spend the rest of my life in slavery. I had no reason to doubt him. This man, no matter how unattractive he was, would be my Master from here on; and if so, this was the man I should please, the man I should be a good girl for. If he wanted me to get aroused, then steer away from orgasm, this is what I would try to do for him with every ounce of strength inside me.

He pointed at some papers at the desk, and continued to Cookie: “Her charts say she’s an easy cummer, especially under continuous stimulation, so I suggest you change the rhythm of your handling often. Apparently she can go zero to cum under 30 seconds in stationary mode. “

Cookie nodded and got to work. She reached for the green buttons, and activated the machine in three sharp bursts of delicious pleasure delivered right to my clit. I quivered and couldn’t keep a long moan inside. I blushed. Colby noticed, and said: “Oh, don’t worry about that. Actually, I enjoy a cunt being loud. “

Before I could acknowledge in any way, Cookie caught my nipples with the yellow slider control. It was barely noticeable at first, the slight sting just rising up from nothingness. But she turned it upward ever so slowly, gradually covering me in a blanket of expanding pain, until my entire breasts seemed to burn in a bright white glare. My moan turned into a hurried panting, then a series of destitute shrieks which sounded pathetic even in my own ears.

Colby nodded in appreciation: “Good girl! “ Then his phone rang and he picked it up, starting another conversation about finances, losing his interest in my predicament.

Cookie didn’t, though. She had been told to “work” me, so work me she would. Without turning the yellow slider down, simply leaving the carpet of sharp pain beaming into my nipples, her hand reached for the green knob again, delivering another three blows in quick succession, like explosions of joy.

She made the battle rage inside me, yellow against green, the sharp aching haze in my battered nipples against just three quick bursts of delight to my clit, then a pause of those to observe my response.

The green side won. Even though all the green sliders were at zero now, the quick eruptions of delight had somehow managed to push me over some threshold. The blanket of stinging pain in my nipples continued, but somehow it had converted into something else. And that “something else”, whatever it was, managed to carry my arousal forward. Sure it hurt, and sure I wanted these white beams of savage energy to stop immediately, but they also somehow traversed my body, and enveloped my pussy with that same white glare. And my pussy liked it for sure. Right in the center of that burning ordeal, when I was screaming and jolting, dancing in agony at the top of the brute invader of my slit, my pussy welcomed the intrusion, and it heated up and got the glands working to squeeze the remnants of my pride into juice for a needy pussy.

It didn’t help that there was a sardonic smile on Cookie’s lips when she watched me, her fingers on the controls, contemplating her next move. It also didn’t help that Colby had stood up, and looked out the window while making his next call, his back turned towards me, as if he wasn’t interested at all in the ordeal he had summoned on me. He had just told his assistant to turn some knobs, and now his horny cunt was dancing on the waves of pain towards the summit of rapture. It was just a normalcy; that was just how cunts needed to be managed, that’s how cunts responded to his dominance, hardly worth watching yet another needy slut go down the same road he had watched a thousand times already. My drive into delight was predictable, bland, boring, and talking about swap defaults and strike interest rates was infinitely more interesting than another squashy slut driven into the despair and humiliation of actually enjoying this treatment.

It didn’t help. It didn’t help at all; it set my loins on fire. I lost control of my body, the muscles in my legs faltered, and the dildo drove even further into me as the weight of my body couldn’t count on their support anymore and sagged down deeper unto the pole. The muscles of my slit wanted to contract irresistibly, but all that did was embrace the hard rod pressing deeper and deeper into me.

There was no denying it. The situation was ****. I fought as hard as I could to hold it back, but the waves of delight came faster and faster and the cracks of my defenses started to leak. I was irreversibly, mercilessly, and hopelessly descending into the maelstrom of the orgasm that had been forbidden to me.