Rough

I have always wanted to do this kind of a story, and I want to make one thing perfectly clear, in 40 years of being in the lifestyle I have never once force anyone down the rabbit hole or done things to their body that they didn't express an interest in or ask me about beforehand. I am also not racist and have had friends and lovers of all different colors, so put that out of your mind. As always this is a work of fiction, and I alone am solely responsible for the content herein. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental and unintended. This story may not be reproduced, retransmitted or copied in any way known or unknown without permission from the author. If you like what your about to read be sure to like, vote, follow and comment below. I want everyone that reads my stories and the stories of others to be careful out there and to have a good year.

Now on with the story.

I looked down at my slave and smiled to myself again as she took yet another labored breath, she was tied to the "coffee table" I'd made then shook her head once again trying to either tear or dislodge the clear plastic trash bag that I'd placed over her head. It was a little technique called dry submarine, a person breathing would quickly use up their available oxygen in the bag and then begin recycling the CO2 they had already breathed out.

I placed the pulse/ox meter on her finger again and looked at the numbers it returned, 84%/136, hmm, not the best numbers to see but considering I had a plastic bag over her head, a vibrator in her pussy and one in her ass I really wasn't too surprised by the numbers I was seeing. I looked her over checking her nail beds for signs of cyanosis and they were a touch purple but still good for another few minutes.

I reached down and grabbed her dark chocolate nipples and did the 3 things I love to do with them most, Pinch, Pull and Twist. Mel screamed yet again as the pain registered in her brain and tried to get me to let go, I just twisted her nipples back the other way which caused her to scream yet again and finally pass out.

I quickly pulled the bag off her head and turned the vibrators off then unclipped her legs which were up by her head and lowered them to the tabletop. I got the O2 bottle out and placed the mask over her face and cranked it up to 15 lpm. With in a minute her eyes fluttered open and she looked around to find my face and smiled. 'Thank you... Master... for fucking... my lowly... cunt... and ass.' She managed to gasp out in between breathes.

I smiled back and caressed her sweat stained face then kissed her forehead. 'You're welcome my beautiful little chocolate pain slut, Master loves his slave, Melantha.' I told her and kissed her forehead yet again and watched her eyes close. I knew she'd be taking a small nap and after checking her pulse/ox levels yet again I finally removed the mask, dildos and released her from the table. I picked her limp body up and carried her into my bedroom then slid her under the sheets and covered her up.

I got undressed and laid down next to her under the sheets, gently cupping the tits that just minutes ago I'd been trying to pull the nipples off of. I marveled yet again at how a smart young woman, 1/3rd my age was such a fucking pain whore and how I'd managed to sink my evil claws into her yet again. She did love me, and I her, even if I would do painful things to her body, she'd just crawl back wanting more, the breath play was her favorite thing to do although this was her first time doing dry submarine. I just knew it wouldn't be her last.

Perhaps I should start back about a year ago, when I first meet Melantha and no that is not her real name, it's the name I gave her when she became my slave. Yes, I take my slaves given names and toss them out the window, for me they are no longer Becky or Wanda or whatever their parents chose to call them all those many years ago on the day of their birth. They belong to me now and I will choose what to call them, sometimes the name comes easy other times it takes a while to figure out, but the name always changes.

Mel was a spur of the moment thing; I'd been at a party and seen her standing by the wall just watching the goings on and walked over to her and introduced myself. It was a kind of love at first sight thing, and we played a little that night, I wanted to get to know her and her first before I dragged her deep into my dungeon. I'd been in the lifestyle for many years by that time and I'd transformed part of my basement into a den of pleasure and pain.

I quickly found out that she loved pain and the higher the pain level the harder she came. That's not to say that she couldn't come any other way, just that she had mind bending orgasms when she was being tortured. Luckily for her I was a bit of a Sadist and didn't mind letting that side of me come out to play.

Her decent down the rabbit hole started out simply enough, spankings and Shabari, foot tickling or torture, floggings and being spanked with a riding crop. Each time going deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole, with in 6 months she simply wanted more and more, she no longer wanted out and no longer knew which way was out. I also found that she came buckets when she was being choked thus our breath play was born, and I love to wrap my XL paws around a throat and to slowly squeeze.

More than once while shopping or doing things outside of the house she would choose to act up and let her brat out which would force me to wrap a long arm around her neck and squeeze, lift and hold. I loved feeling her heels kicking the side of my leg and her small hands gripping my large forearm as the floor would be just beyond her dangling toes. I'd hold her there and remind her to behave or I'd hang her by her ankles once we got home. A few times she decided to test me; she spent a weekend strung up by her ankles and being lashed every few hours.

She learned very early on not to test me and that I was a man of my word, and I did keep it.

I awoke to the feeling of a pair of hot lips encircling my now rock-hard cock, then pulled the sheet back some to watch my fuck toy please her Master. I hooked a finger into her metal collar and pulled her up to me, she pulled back trying to maintain contact with my cock. It was kind of a game that we'd play, she wanted to lose, she just wanted to be forced to lose without really giving up. I pulled hard and heard her gag and then come to where I wanted her to be, she could be a real pain in the ass at times but once I got hold of her long hair and gave her what she wanted she would melt like a snowball in a pot of boiling water.

'Come here you snot nosed chocolate bitch, Master wants to fuck your twat and ass again you cunt.' I told her and got hold of her. I then rolled her under me and split her legs open and sank my meat into her hot, wet, pink fuck hole. I loved it when she moaned like a bitch in heat and wrapped her legs around my waist to the best of her ability.

'Oooh Jesus Master... fuck me like the slut I am... breed me like a cow... milk my udders Master... treat me like the slut whore I am Master... bring your slave to heel like a well-trained dog Master... break me Master, break your slaves' body, mind and soul.' She moaned out and gripped me tightly, then thrust her hips upward to meet my down thrust.

I spent the next few minutes working my knees under her tight chocolate ass while continuing to saw my cock into and out of that beautiful young coral pink pussy. Mel was pawing at her nipples, pinching. pulling and twisting them both directions while screaming for me to fuck her harder and deeper and to choke her yet again.

Watching her play with her nipples and talking dirty as fuck to me was sexy as hell and I felt my balls starting to boil. 'Fucking cum bucket, I'm going to pump you so full, my cum is going to pour out of your ears.' I growled at her and smacked her hands away from those luscious cherries, then leaned forward and grabbed her right nipple and bit into the left one.

The screams that came from her throat was music to my ears as I sawed my lower jaw back and forth. She grabbed my long hair and tried to pull me teeth from her nipple, if I came off of one, I would give its mate equal treatment without another thought. She screamed yet again, and I felt her squirt all over my stomach, I slapped her hands away from me and pinned them down and fucked her as hard and fast as I could then pumped her fuck hole full of my man cream as I bit her neck and growled in pleasure.

'Fuck me Master... breed me like the cow slave is... fill my womb with your cream... slave is Masters fuck toy.' She screamed and wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me as tight to her as she could. 'Master owns this black bitch whore... fuck me you cracker bastard... FUUUUUUCCCCKKKK MMMMMMEEEEEEEE!!!' She screamed at the top of her lungs and squirted again and went limp. I stopped driving into her body and lay on top of her sweaty body, my teeth still latched to her neck as I sucked like a vampire draining her of blood.

I finally pulled free and released my grip on her neck and wrist then growled in pleasure and stood up leaving her sprawled across the bed like a broken toy. Yes, a toy she was to be used and abused by me and at my leisure, I stretched and looked down at her shivering form. Her mind was no longer in control of her body, and I could see my cum dripping out of her well used cunt mouth.

'Yes, my little fuck toy, Melantha is Masters submissive play toy, you love belonging to me don't you, you black fuck slut.' I hissed at her knowing that the weeks of her listening to the mind control tracks that I'd made and played for her over and over again were paying off. She really had no idea how to resist doing even the most menial of task for me.

'Fuck toy... cum slut... pain whore... breeder hucow... mindless slave... mindless owned property... slave belongs to Master... you fuck slut.' I degraded her over and over again then smacked her fat tits and gripped her hair and pulled her to me. I heard her scream in pain then moan in pleasure at my actions as I picked up a silver key from the nightstand by the bed and dangled it in front of her eyes at the end of a chain.

'You know what this and what it goes to don't you slave.' I begin to slowly wind the chain around my fingers, bringing it to where I can let just the key dangle free. 'Yes, slave you know exactly what this key is and what it means.'

Melantha shook in fear and looked wild eyed at me and tried to pull away from the dreaded key, whimpering and trying to escape even looking at it. 'Nooooo, please Master... Melantha is Masters loyal slave... slave begs master... slave is Masters toy Master.' She managed to get out while trying to pull away. 'Melantha is Masters slave, slave is Masters property, please Master keep slave, slave is Masters toy, slave will do anything for Master, slave is lower than low for Master, slave is only good for breeding and being Masters cum dump, please Master slave is slave for Master and Master only.' She nearly screamed in fear.

I pulled her tight to me and gave her an evil crooked smile. 'Yes, my little slut with a simple twist of my wrist you are no longer Melantha, you become Stacy again, the boring stuck-up sniveling cunt. The bitch no one liked, you were even lower than low as her, fuck, Stacy was a cunt that no one wanted to fuck, Melantha is a slave that wants to be owned and fucked in any manor Mater wants or feels.' I snarled at her. 'Who are you bitch? Stacy the cunt, or Melantha the fuck slave that wants to be owned and made to obey, to be beaten by Master and to finally wear his mark and never leave Masters side. To be nothing and own nothing because slave is nothing but Master fuck toy.'

'Please Master, slave is Masters property, slave belongs to Master, slave is nothing but Masters fuck toy cum dump slave. Master owns slave heart, mind, body and soul, slave is nothing without Masters hands to guide and control it. Slave wants Master to own it, control it, slave is nothing but Masters cunt, ass, tits and mouth, keep slave please Master, slave loves Master, please keep slave Master, please.' Melantha whimpered and tried to kiss and lick my feet to show her submission and desire to serve and be owned by me.

'You want to be mine you fucking black piece of shit, huuh? you know what this key does don't you bitch, you know it's the only one, you watched Master take the key from this collar and flush it, you want to be mine slut? you know what you must do you fuck whore, where it must go or you'll be Stacy again and Melantha will die.' I tell her as she grabs the key and chain and after fighting like a mad woman broke free and ran for the bathroom.

I'm hot on her heals and see her flip the lid open on the toilet and look at me with wild eyes. 'I'LL NEVER BE STACY EVER AGAIN, MELANTHA IS MASTERS SLAVE, SLAVE BELONGS TO MASTER AND WILL NEVER LEAVE MASTER.' She screams and throws the key in and flushes it away. 'STACY IS DEAD, MASTER OWNS MELANTHA FOREVER.'

She dropped to her knees and then flopped over on her side crying and tried to reach out and pull herself to me and wrapped her arms around my left leg and held on tight. 'Please Master own slave, slave belongs to Master, please own slave Master, please, please, please.' She begged and put her head on the floor.

I smiled and reached down, I pulled her dog leash out of my pocket and hooked it to the ring on her collar and tugged it causing her to look up at me. 'Up dog, follow master.' I said and pulled her to her cage, had her enter then locked the door and left her there. I walked back to the living room and sat down, I could see her looking through the small grate at me as she whimpered and gently pawed at the metal sides.

I knew she was mine now and forever and there was no way that Melantha could ever turn back into the self-centered bitch she once was, that person was now and forever dead. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone and went into my contacts and hit the name I was looking for.

'Razor, she's ready, can you come over tonight or would tomorrow be better?' I asked after the person on the other end answered. I listened and smiled at the cage. 'I'll see ya in a few hours braw, later mother fucker.' I replied and hung up then went over to the cage and tapped it with my foot. 'Good news slut, you'll be getting your final mark tonight and then you'll never be able to escape, ever.'

She whimpered and pawed at the cage wall yet again in a vain hope to serve me and be in my presence like the loyal slave she was and would forever be.

And here I end this story, I hope you enjoyed reading this and please remember to like, follow, vote and comment below. Be safe out there and take it easy on St. Paddys Day, this is my 70th story and I will be writing more soon enough.