Waking up to a nightmare

Mark sleeps through the night. In fact, he would have slept much longer, but a hot spray against his face wakes him up. He opens his eyes, which are covered in a liquid that burns him, like the reek of urine burning Mark's nostrils. Mark tries to move but can't. His hands and feet are handcuffed to a bed that isn't his. His head is strapped to his forehead, which prevents him from lifting his head or moving sideways.

When the sting wears off, he sees Brad, naked, urinating on his face. The only thing Brad has is a black collar written '****' in small crystals, and with a leash. Mark doesn't dare speak, so as not to risk swallowing any of the piss. Without seeing where the voice comes from, he hears it and recognizes it right away, it's Mary's: "That's enough, pet. Come here!" And the leash is pulled, like calling a dog together. Brad gets off the top and he hears a moan of pleasure as he is petted like an animal.

"What the fuck is this Mary! Let me go, you bitch!" ****, even though it makes him swallow a little piss and makes the searing headache worse, Mark yells, screams, calls for help! "Somebody help me, a madwoman arrested me!"

"Tsk, tsk, a little shit is proving to be very rude and naughty... I'll have to train him in the worst way...". Mary puts a huge dildo in Mark's mouth, and with a tape steady so he won't be able to pull it out, let alone speak.

"Now you'll listen to me, you little bastard. I've seen how much you desire me. And I know you like my dominance, I feel it. But, I feel you're too weak to come looking for me. So I decided to help you."

"Too bad, despite that, by the way you'll be harder to 'break' the resistance than my pet Brad, who didn't have the same desire for me as you, nor even the submissive instinct I feel in you. However, all men are 'breakable', 'tameable'. Look how Brad is now... Oh, it's true, you can't move your head".

And Mary removes the belt that held Mark's head. When he feels the pressure end, he lifts his head to see better, and when he looks to the side, he sees that huge mass of muscle, Brad, sitting on his heels, naked, being patted on the head like a puppy and held by the collar. In a black leather outfit, which covers all of Mary's body, and with a black leather beret, like the high boots of the same color and material, the beauty is imposing, the true expression of a dominatrix!

"Isn't that true my little dog, aren't you much happier now?"

With a blank stare, like someone without a soul, a toy in this woman's hand, he responds, in a flat, expressionless voice: "Yes, mistress. Before I was a dirty dog, a man who used women to feel he had something value. Now that I'm your little dog, I'm happy because I've found my place in the world, which is serving, obeying and worshiping my queen, my owner. The freedom to have no freedom, the freedom to have someone who takes the pressure off control and domination, the pressure of the competition. The freedom to surrender to one's own will, that is true freedom. Only by surrendering myself totally to the will of my mistress and owner did I find true freedom and happiness."

Mark is shocked at what Mary has turned Brad into. He needs to stop her from doing the same to him.

"Shows how you like me, my puppy."

Brad crouches down and starts licking Mary's boots. In the position he gets, he positions himself with his ass towards Mark, who can see a butt plug with a furry ass attached, which protrudes from Brad's anus. But what shocks him most is to see that the football player is using a cock cage! For some reason - maybe Mary is deep down right in the attraction he feels for her and subservience - Mark's cock starts to wake up. But instead of taking an upright position, and feeling pleasure, he feels tremendous pain, and something restricting his growth. He imagines what it is, but he has to see it to believe it. Mark looks and...