Run away from Steve towards the kitchen.

You stumble backwards, your head turning back and forth, searching for a way to escape.

There seems only one solution: Away from Steve. You'd prefer to aim for the main door, but you'd have to run past Steve, and you are not sure he won't catch you.

So you turn around, and run for the kitchen door. "Stop right there, bitch!", shouts Steve angrily, and immediatly starts to follow.

You push open the door, storm inside, and try to make a run for the door at the other side of the kitchen. There must be a garden, a backyard, a back door... some way out! You are so focused on how to escape this house that you only see Phuong, Steve's Happy Maid, when it's too late. You find yourself stumbling and falling to the kitchen floor, while your mind tries to grapple the fact that the Asian girl tripped you up.

Then you find the young woman on top of you. Slender and light, but with an astonishing firm grip and strong arms. She twists your arms until you scream, and uses the bow of her apron to quickly tie your hands, pulling hard and tight. You scream again. Then you see Steve's feet next to your face.

"You must punish ****", says Phuong in a thick accent, and Steve laughs. "Oh yes, I will!", he says, chuckling.

"I am not your ****!", you shout. "This is over! Let me go!"

"It's over when I say it, ****!", replies Steve sternly, and yanks you up from the floor. "Phuong, get me a ball gag, we had enough talking of this insolent ****."

"Steve, stop this now! You can't **** me to stay here with you! This is against the law! Le me go, immediatly!", you scream and struggle, but Steve's grip is tight and the knots that Phuong tied don't loosen at all. You see the Asian girl returning with a red ball attached to leather straps in her hand and you shake your head violently, but the two work quite experiencedand deftly together: One sharp slap on your ass makes you cry out in pain and surprise, and that is enough time for the red ball gag being shoved between your lips, turning all your protests into unarticulate sounds.

"Alright, **** - let's punish you properly", says Steve, grinning, and despite all your struggles, you find yourself soon back in the "play room" where you spent last evening. With the help of Phuong, you are quickly stripped and shackled to a padded bench, leaning forward, your ass exposed, your arms and legs tightly restrained.

The next hours are agony, mixed with unwanted pleasure.

Steve let's you feel the sting of the cane, the lashing of the whip and the blunt pain of the paddle, while bringing you to several **** orgasms, mostly with the vibrator. You are screaming into the ball gag, drooling all over the place, but he doesn't remove the intruder. After the long session, he grabs your hips and fucks you unceremoniously and quick. The most shameful moment is the point when you climax once more, screaming, as he pulls out and shoots hot cum over your ass.

You fall into black oblivion. Then, finally, the ball gag is removed, and a cool, slender hand touches your cheek and offers you something to drink. You gulp the water down eagerly, thirsty. Then you put your head back on the padded bench, exhausted.

As you slowly listen to your heartbeat, you suddenly feel desire overwhelming your body, flushing all other feelings out, rushing through your veins, into your heart, into your head, making you feel giddy. A tiny voice tells you that you have just been **** by something, but it is quickly rushed away by the wave of desire floating your body.

You raise your head, blinking, and searching for Steve. You feel your ass cheeks burning from the spanking you recieved earlier.

"Please, Master, spank me again!", you croak with pleading eyes. "I am a worthless little ****, and I deserve to be punished!"