Wyte's Club Pt. 01: Dominic

He circles me in his foyer, but he doesn't touch me. "So, did Master show off a flawed toy?"

I stare at him and bite my lip. Now I remember. "No. No, sir."

"Good, I'm glad you agree. Now why did you regard my toy badly before leaving?"

I shiver. "I... My scars..."

"Stop. Don't call yourself "I" from now on. Consider it your fourth rule." My cunt floods. Just like that, I'm drenched. I have an idea what comes next and it's so fucking sexy that it's orgasmic. "You're a toy or a slave, understood? You don't have the right to say the word I."

I moan. "Yes, sir."

"Good girl. Take off your dress and shoes, go stand in the middle of the living room, and wait for me to change."

I do as he says and he leaves me quivering in fear and arousal, awaiting his punishment.

When he comes back, he's holding an odd anal toy with what looks like a pump attached to the end of it, lubricant, his belt, and rope. I look up to the hook in the ceiling from where he dressed me in my metal chastity. I lift my hands above my head and glance at him questioningly, too afraid to ask it out loud.

He smiles in answer. "Good girl." He makes quick work of tying my hands securely around the hook and sets the toys down, doubling the belt. "You've seen this lifestyle, Kitten. You understand that you will not like this, right? That it is not like the paddling earlier, no matter how rough that was?"

"Yes, sir," I whimper.

He wraps an arm around my waist. "Why am I doing this, Kitten?"

"I... Er...What do I call me. I'm sorry, sir!"

He pets me. "You say 'slave', 'this slave', 'toy'. Any of those. Forgive me for now being clearer earlier, sweetest."

"Yes, sir. S-slave insulted Master's toy."

"Good girl. Yes. And my toys are exactly to my liking, yes?" He bites my shoulder and I whine. "This ass red with a loving paddling. Cunt and tits locked with the key safe in my room at the moment. Lovely matching collar with chains to match the chains of your hair. So help me, if I don't do another fucking thing with you, I will have you like yourself. You will count to ten, Kitten, and you will thank me after each one. Make the gratitude very good, toy, or I will add more until I believe your thanks."

"Yes, si-r!" The last comes out as a shocked yelp as the belt strikes painful across the already heated center of my ass. "One, sir. Thank you, master."

He growls before lifting the belt again. "You can do better than that."

I whimper in pain with the next strike and try to shift away in my fetters, but Dominic holds me secure with his arm. "Two, Master! I'm sorry! Thank you for teaching me."

He nips my ear. "You're welcome, sweetheart." The belt bites painfully in a flurry of strikes.

"Three, four, f-five, sir!" It's a moment before I realize there's tears on my face. "Thank you. Your toy is pretty."

"Good girl. Thank you. I think my toy is pretty too."

"Six. S-seven." I grasp the ropes and lower my head, suddenly exhausted and crying. I remember the tiara and the dress, remember the way Dominic made me feel dancing like a beautiful princess from a movie. "Thank you, sir, th-th-thank..." I cry too much to finish the words.

Dominic kisses my hair. "Almost done."

I squeal with the next ones. "Eight! Nine! Thank you, sir, for fixing your bad little toy."

He licks tears from my face. "I love how your ass is out, waiting for my last hit. Ask me for it, Kitten."

I swallow and whisper around the tears. "May I have another one, sir?"

"Good girl. Very good. Yes, you may."

The belt cuts through the air and stripes my skin with a blaze of pain that makes me yell in protest. I pant a moment while Dominic sets the belt down.

"Ten, sir. Thank you, Master, for Toy's lesson."

Dominic comes back to me with a lubricated toy. "You're welcome, little slave," he answers while sliding the toy inside of me. He goes on to squeeze the pump so that I gasp at the sensation of having the toy inflate inside of me.

Dominic inflates it so that I whimper with every movement, stuffed full with toys. And then he unties me, lifts me into his arms and carries me to my bed.

He doesn't leave immediately. Instead he lays beside me on top of the covers and strokes me to sleep. After the day, I'm exhausted enough that even with my holes stuffed with toys and my body aroused, I fall asleep under Dominic's touch and only barely feel him get up and go to his bed, shutting the light off and leaving me for the night. I dream of being tied and fucked and used in the most depraved of ways. I wake up once, like a bitch in heat, and realize that this is why Dominic has filled me with toys. Because I would up like this and I would want to finger my ass and try to get some release.

As it is, I don't dare and I go back to sleep instead.

Dominic wakes me with soft pets on my body. I look up and realize I've slept through his tying me into a spread eagle position. Ankles and wrists secure. He sits beside me with a faint smile. "You discovered last night one of the tricky bits of your belt and bra."

I blush with memory. I did discover when I had to use the bathroom. I had to ask permission and Dominic followed me to unlock my belt and watch while I pissed. "Yes, sir."

He smiles at my blush. "I need to clean the toy inside of you and check your pussy. You will keep your belt off for a shower with me and then we will dress you back, little slave."

I blink and swallow in fear, but I nod. "Yes... Yes, sir."

His eyes gentle for a moment and he caresses my cheek before he pulls the key from his pocket and unlocks the padlocks on the belt and then the bra. He pulls the belt off gently and my breath catches at the movement of the metal balls. He takes away the bra and sets them both aside, gazing down at me.

I watch him fit himself with latex gloves and then he gently spreads my pussy lips and slides two fingers inside of me.

My pulse jumps and I arch on the bed, gasping. I try to writhe away in protest of him, but Dominic stills me with the other latex covered hand.

"Hush, slave. I need you to focus. Tell me if you feel any pain."

I force myself still, squeezing my eyes closed. It takes me a moment but I think about it. Pain? "No. No, sir. No pain."

He twists his fingers inside of me, feeling the walls. "Any soreness or feeling of tearing?"

I gasp when his fingers touch a spot. "I-I... I don't think..."

He chuckles. "Maybe I should check again?"

"No, you don't have-oh!" He hits that one spot again. It has enough of a bite of pain that I can find it arousing. "No soreness!" I whine.

"I'm glad to hear it. You can keep your toy inside of you, then. Perhaps we'll even work towards a larger one in the future and see what we can fill this little cunt with."

He places another finger inside of my ass and pinces his fingertips together and I arch off the bed, moaning. With his other hand he rolls one of my nipples between his fingers and I whine in need. "Oh, sir!"

"Good girl. Keep your eyes closed. Just feel and talk with me. I believe I'm going to name you Toy now, slave."

"Yes, sir!" How can I like this? I've never gotten anything from this. Is it just because it's Dominic?

He massages inside of my ass while pressing down on the walls of my cunt and I know it's not. It's Dominic using me that gives me pleasure. This is more than just a little bit of a king for him.

He starts squeezing my breasts from base to tip, pumping the nipples up and down, alternating with the one hand to milk me. "Oh my fucking god."

He laughs beneath his breath and his fingers pump inside of me a little bit. "Yeah, babe? You like these holes and tits checked and milked?"

I moan. "Yes, sir."

"Good girl. Nice and tight. Let's get you and your metal cleaned, and then dress you again."

With that he stops and takes off his gloves and unties me while I pant with pleasure.

Anal whore, indeed.