I glanced down and saw bruises on bruises, this gave me an odd satisfaction. I liked seeing the physical representation of my pain. He told me to be still once again. The anticipation was killing me, my heart was racing. When he got back to me, he took the cane he held in his hand and slid it between my thighs. He swung it back and forth, so it stripped both my inner thighs I let out a shriek. He lowered my arms and I stood on my whole foot for the first time in hours they were sore. If he had let the hook down all the way I knew I would have fallen into a heap on to the floor. He told me to spread my legs I did. He came around to face me showing me what he held, anal hook. I was terrified, slightly aroused (no one said I was sane ok) it took me by surprise I didn’t realize I could be in this much pain for hours and still get aroused. Bend over he told me I did. He had put lube on the steel ball on the end of the hook and rubbed it against my ass first spreading the lube. Then he went to work forcing it slowly inside of me. I squirmed and wriggled a bit it was painful so painful I was panting hard, but as it finally slid in it felt good.
Too good and uncomfortable at the same time I could feel it stretching me. I wanted to move but I didn’t want to move it was an overwhelming sensation to feel so much at one time. This is why I was here, to feel, I closed my eyes and really felt it really soaked it up. I am a masochist I enjoy pain this is why I was created, and, in that moment, I knew it more than I had ever felt it. I was still bent over it was an awkward angle hands still bound above my head arms bent back at an odd angle because I was bent over. Master has a pulley system rigged to the ceiling, so he released a rope from above and attached it to my hook. The pressure was almost unbearable as he raised my ass just enough to put me back on the balls of my feet and he knew as he chuckled, I would not move. Then I felt it. the sting of a thin cane. It felt as if it cut me to the bone, but I knew it hadn’t. And so, it continued for a while. I was crying, tears streaming down my face. Each swing felt like it was stripping my flesh from my bones it was unbearable and beautiful. By the time he was done with that I was almost catatonic, tears streamed out of my eyes soundlessly as he pulled the hook from my ass I flinched. He was enjoying my pain and I was enjoying his joy. I was his to use and there wasn’t anywhere I would have rather been. Knowing I was serving him made the pain tolerable it gave me purpose. I’m going to let your arms down whore.
He said it gave me enough time to brace my self my legs felt like jelly. I hoped I had been good enough and pleased him well. I wanted to collapse but I knew I couldn’t not yet. He didn’t untie my hands and said if you touch me or try to stop me I will back hand you so hard will fall out on the floor which would serve me just fine no teeth equal easier throat raping, you will be choking on your own blood and my cock, do you understand slave? I nodded terrified. Good slut he told me as he grabbed my hair and pulled me to my knees, I gasped out as they hit the ground from the canning I had just received. He shoved his cock deep in my throat I could not breathe. Fast and hard he raped my throat and I held still not moving a muscle. I was terrified that if I did, I would get punished. He shoved it so far down and held it there until I passed out again, he revived me and got right back to it. He came in my throat hard and I knew it wasn’t the end. Damn, I looked at the timer. I’ve been here for twenty hours only fifty -two to go. He stood me up and gave me some water I was grateful. Stand still he instructed, I mean it don’t fuck move, don’t fucking complain either. I stood still more still then I have in my entire life and completely silent as he took the device off my head. He had stilled my racing mind with his presence, it had been that way since I met him.