After a short time master woke and noticed me kneeling in the "hup position" that I was taught by my real Master. My Master that sold me to this evil person. Or more accurately, rented me for the weekend. I have already endured unbelievable torment after only one night of being in my temporay masters possession. I knew that I needed to get out of this situation cause I might not live through it. So I had a plan. I needed to convince him that I wanted to stay with him as I loved the brutal treatment he inflicted on me. I hoped to make him lower his guard so I could get away. When he woke with me kneeling on the cold floor next to his huge bed he said "well slave I see that you are no worse for wear". He sat up and opened the nightstand drawer, pulling out a master key. He leaned over me and unlocked the chain around my neck and said "Now boy, go down stairs and get me my breakfast ready, eggs over easy with bacon." As I slowly climbed to my feet he barked "now slave, move!!"
I said submissivly" Yes master" So I pushed through the pain in my back , thighs and ass and jumped up and out his bedroom. Still in the high heels and my face made up like a whore, I pulled the mini dress down as far as it would go and went down stairs to cook for master. Before I was done with the cooking he came down and sat at the head of the huge table. He kept his head in his phone as I finished up his breakfast and presented it to him on my knees. I held the plate and glass of juice out for him with my eyes on his feet. I knelt there as he started to eat when he said "no butter slave? Go get my butter for my toast slave!!" As I jumped up to obey he told me that I would pay dearly for this mistake. My heart sank as I fetched him his butter and buttered his toast. After he was done eating he left me kneeling there for awhile as he went about his morning routine. As soon as he turned the corner of the dining room I was up and moving to find a door out of his house. But the door was deadbolted closed!! The panic and fear gripped my heart as I guickly knelt back in the same spot. I felt like a caged animal with no where to run. When he returned to the dining room fully dressed in a very nice suit and asked me "well slave how do I look?". Still kneeling I raised my eyes to look him over and said "master you look great, very handsome".
"Well slave boy you flatter me. Now I must leave for the day so get up and follow me". I did as ordered and he led me to a small closet in the laundry room. He opened the door and made me kneel inside the small closet with my back to him. As I did as told he used a pair of handcuffs to cuff my hands behind my back. He then pulled my arms up behind me higher than my shoulders and tied them to something I never saw. Omg my shoulders we're screaming in pain as they were wrenched out of socket behind my back. I started to stand up to relieve the pain but he quickly grabbed my balls inside of the cock cage and forced me back to my knees!! He tied my balls to an eye hook the the floor behind me and between my legs! Oh God the pain in my shoulders was enough to make me nauseous as I begged him to not leave me like this "please master have mercy on your slave, please don't leave me hanging here like this master, it hurts so bad plea..." he just slapped me in the back of my head and said "shut the fuck up slave, don't you know that I love to hurt you! Now thank master for allowing you to suffer for my pleasure!"
I whimpered "master please" as he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back and bent to whisper in my ear "now slave enjoy your day and thank master for the pain, I may let you eat tonight if you don't piss in my closet. If you do piss I'll make sure you clean it up with your mouth, then you will be whipped to an inch of your life, got it slave!" As I responded "yes master, thank you master" he bit me just behind the ear, grinding he's teeth in my flesh for a long painful moment! All I could do was say "AHHHHHH, thank you master" as he closed the closet door to leave me in darkness with my pain!! Needless to say that it was not to long before I prayed for death, I begged God to take me! To please release me from this suffering. Of course he didn't. At least I kept passing out from the pain. Problem is that I kept waking up to the suffering. Waking up to beg God to take me before I passed out again and again!! It felt like time had stopped and I had suffered for many lifetimes in that closet. I lost my will to live, lost my will to escape. I truly became his to do with as he wished! I lost my sanity. I lost who and what I was. I was broken. I cried. I screemed. I begged no one for mercy. In the end all I could do was suffer. And suffer I did!!