Aurora felt his intensity as soon as he walked into the room. It surrounded her completely, filling her with a sense of ownership, even though she knew nothing of him. The one rule of this club was to not look up from where you stood until you were directed. She took a chance and peeked through her lashes to see him, gasping out and blushing as she quickly looked down. She felt her club hopes shatter in that one split second to get a look at the man to whom she felt compelled. The tears began to fall on their own, reminding her as the tears wobbled on her chin, her life was wobbling now unless she was chosen.
The tears built fast and began running steadily down her cheek to end up on her chin before they fell as her heart sank with each and every one. This was not her first time here, but her first time in line to be chosen by a Master to be used. It had taken a few visits to realize that she wanted to be used as all the other girls had in the few scenes that occurred as she watched, very intrigued and very aroused.
She continued to stare down a foot above her feet. A movement drew her eyes over to the left quickly, to see a black pair of shoes come into her view. Her knees almost collapsed on her as she knew they were there to remove her. A hand reached out, grabbing her hair, tilting her head back to see a pair of green eyes staring intently into her gray ones. He quickly removed his hand from her hair and grasped her neck tightly, as the words, “this one” came out surprising her.
Aurora went numb with relief as excitement took over her completely. She was moved forward by him a few steps when a blindfold was placed over her eyes and a ball gag was placed in her mouth. The ball gag was uncomfortable at first until she relaxed enough to loosen her jaw which lessened the discomfort. She did not like it as the drool began to drip off the corner of her mouth onto her chest running down to drip over her nipple.
She turned her thoughts back, listening to him move his feet across the floor. She used her mind to map out where they could possibly be going. He moved his hands down to hold her wrists within his and directed her movements as he continued forward across the wood flooring. She mentally counted his steps which is how she would know where the rooms and route to the dungeon would be. She realized from his steps in the count they were heading to the dungeon.
She was stopped suddenly as she heard his low grunts and realized that he was opening the big oak door to the dungeon. She shook slightly as chills broke out on her skin, causing her nipples to harden into tight points and her feet to suddenly get cold as they stepped onto the cold concrete floor. This caused her stomach to clench in anticipation and excitement as her pussy dripped with moisture. She trembled not knowing what to expect from him that night. She had never seen him in the club before. He was a good-looking man with dark short black hair, a black mustache with a goatee that completed his looks and gave him strength with a distinctive style, which is what caused her to react so quickly to him.
She was very happy she came tonight. She had debated it for a few hours and then got into her car and drove. When she arrived at the club, she stayed in her car wondering if she was doing the right thing. It was a fight to the end with herself to get the courage to decide to stand in line for usage. She was into sadomasochism. She did not know how she began to enjoy pain. It had become a pleasure for her.
Her last boyfriend spoke to her about it and helped her to discover herself. She was very grateful for that. Now look at where she stood in a club at the door of a dungeon with a Sadist Master. She groaned softly as she heard the swing of the door slam shut.
He tightened his hand on her wrists as he pulled them around in front of her to lead her down the cold concrete stairs to the inner sanctuary of the dungeon.
She was so cold, she was shaking from it. He knew she was cold, he chuckled and grabbed a cover off the side wall where they hung, laying it across her shoulders as he moved with her deeper into the chamber of the dungeon. Just as she became a little warmer under the covering, she was forced by him with his hand on her neck and the middle of her back to lay forward.
She followed his lead laying with her belly and breasts on a rail as her legs were spread to the sides and her arms. Aurora was pulled back by him causing her pussy to rub on the bar and bring a gasp from her lips. She heard the chains rattle as he picked them up to attach her ankles into leather cuffs with the chains attached to the rings on the floor, he pulled them tightly so she could not move her ankles. He then proceeded to attach her arms around the horse with her wrists attached to leather cuffs and chains to rings in front of the floor.
Aurora groaned and tried to move to get a little more comfortable. The chains were not given for any movement but a little. She sighed and stopped trying to move. She could hear him whistling as he moved around. She could also hear the hum of the air conditioner as it switched on and a radio seemed to be playing as well. She closed her mind to all except him. She shivered in anticipation of what was to come. She heard him grab something but was unable to distinguish what it was. She heard a soft whistle through the air a few times, as her body shook in readiness for the flogger to land upon her skin. She kept listening to it strike through the air. Aurora had learned to listen to whistles so, she would know what was coming for her.
He looked at her and saw her thighs and pussy drenched in moisture waiting for the first hit to land on her skin. He knew he was teasing her and chuckled out loud as he continued whipping the flogger in the air. He knew if not done correctly it could seriously damage her skin. He lifted his arm and flipped his wrist just right to see the ends land on the area right above her tale bone. She screamed around the ball gag as her body jumped quickly. The hits came slow alternating between him rubbing warmed oiled hands over where the welts were decorating her skin. He was extremely hard and dripping from the tip of his cock, as he watched her skin turn blood red. He dropped the flogger and replaced it with a cane.
She felt the change in him, as she inhaled his scent surrounding her, exciting her that much more and causing her body to shake, with her clit pressing tightly into the rail and her nipples grinding into the horse as he started caning her endlessly. She screamed as much as she could, as her spit dribbled from the sides of the gag, oblivious to everything except how her body built with pleasure unlike anything she had felt before. She crawled within herself from the pain and welcomed the subspace. He finally stopped caning her as he dropped his hand down to stroke himself with a deep groan as the pre-cum dripped from his cock.
He walked around her smacking her behind with his other hand watching her body shake. He walks around to where her head is turned away from him. He reached out, grabbed a handful of her hair, turning it to him, as he removed the gag not giving her time to stretch the soreness from it, he shoves his dripping cock in hitting her throat, gagging her as he moves back out while moans emanate from her throat before being cut off again. Her eyes water like crazy as she tries to lick and suck on his cock as he uses her mouth. She is unable to and relaxes her jaw, taking him further into her mouth to feel him move down into her throat.
He uses her throat brutally and groans as he continues until he bows back and bellows out as his orgasm forcefully spews, emptying himself completely as he shakes from the release. She gasps over and over until he finally pulls his cock out of her mouth as she runs her tongue over her lips getting the last drops of his cum and catching her breath all at the same time.
He finally removes the chains and cuffs from her, as she moves slowly to get the circulation back into her hands and feet. She is allowed to sit up slowly as he assists her and moves back as he helps her off the rail to stand and stretch her legs and body out. He places a posture collar on her neck and a corset on her body to shape her as he wants her. She looks up slowly, moving her eyes over his bare feet, legs, cock that was hanging out of his leather pants, up his chest, and shoulders to see a hood upon his neck over his face hiding all except the slit for his eyes. She freezes unable to move as her heart accelerates and her body breaks out into a sweat.
He watches the reactions hit her all at once and watches as her body starts swaying and falls into a faint. He grabs her, carries her up the stairs to the main room where no one is around, and lays her on the couch. He says a few final words to the Hostess on his way out without a backward look.
Aurora felt the dark tunnel coming at her fast with lightning speed as the images of him taking her from the restaurant and forcing her into the alleyway, taking her right there and then leaving her to lose him in the crowd wondering who he was. Now here he is standing in front of her with that hood on again not believing it was really him. She knew it was him from all the little signals her body had given her and the sudden reaction to him when he walked in. She let the dark tunnel take her into its hands and let her escape all with the name she came to call him; “Sadistic Throater.”