Staying Alive Series Part 3: You’re Mine

You’re Mine

Staying Alive Series

 

Part Three

 

Yes, Master is a new erotica series with explicit themes involving sex. Intended for mature audiences.

 

Copyright © 2014 JD

Cover image used under license from www.shutterstock.com

 

Chapter One: Pain is Pleasure

Chapter Two: Him

Chapter Three: Held in Ecstasy

Chapter Four: Fight for Survival

 

“Without pain we would not know the ecstasy of pleasure.”

 

CHAPTER ONE: PAIN IS PLEASURE

The warm water within the Jacuzzi balanced the cold bite of the freezing wind blowing through the mountains.

Richard looked up at the stars. He appeared to be lost in thought.

I smiled and glanced inside, “You know, we should be heading to bed. We are continuing up to Alaska tomorrow… right?”

He nodded, still looking away.

My body was sore from the rough session we just finished, and every atom seemed completely drained.

“Well, I’m going inside,” I muttered as I got out of the Jacuzzi and headed towards the shower.

Looking back out at Richard, I felt the need to do something for the guy. I thought we hashed out everything so well.

I shrugged and rinsed off then laid down in the bedroom.

Staring at the ceiling, I heard him enter the room.

His footsteps were heavy.

“Richard?” I called out.

He turned around the corner with his whip in hand and black leather mask over his head.

Placing my feet on the floor and sitting by the edge of the bed, I had to push my body to respond. It was exhausted from the previous training, but willing to do whatever was necessary to obey the master.

Master cracked the whip in the air.

“You want me dark and in control?”

I looked at the floor and replied firmly. “Yes, Master.”

My adrenaline shot through the roof as he cracked the whip into the air again. The reminiscent feeling of leather snapping against my body brought a chill down my spine.

Daring not to look at him, I kept my gaze on the floor as a sunk down off the bed to my hands and knees.

“Only after you have felt true pain, will you know ecstasy.”

He was deadly serious with every word.

Master’s words sunk in as I felt the hair on my arms stand on end.

“Yes, Master.” My words came swift as I readied my every part of my body.

The whip landed on my bare rear, shooting pain splitting up my spine and causing my elbows to give. I shook it off.

“Your training continues, starting with sharp pain,” Master said as he cracked the whip into the air again.

My fingers dug into the carpet.

The whip ran across my back, flew around and split across my rear.

Intense lines of fire compounded and created shockwaves of pain as I jerked forward with each snap.

I cried out as another lash ran across my rear.

“What was that?” Master whispered as he leaned down next to my face.

His footsteps left the room and returned within moments.

I felt my hands jerk behind my back as steel cuffs tightened around them.

My collar clicked around my neck.

I could feel him looking down at me as he whispered in a dark tone, “You’re mine.”

“Yes, Master.”

The light clicked off.

Everything seemed surreal as I felt the collar tug.

He led me across the room on my hands and knees.

“Lay on your back.”

His words were cold.

“Yes, Master.”

I did so without hesitation.

Laying there on the back in the dark, I felt exposed.

“Open your legs.”

“Yes, Master.” I opened my legs and waited.

I stared towards the ceiling, but was unable to see even the faintest of outlines.

Light filled the room as I heard the door creak open.

“Hello?”

It was a woman’s voice.

“Is everything alright in here?”

She spoke again.

I looked towards the woman as did Master.

He was standing there between my legs towering over me with his leather mask and whip in hand.

The woman was elderly and had a look of sheer horror on her face as her eyes darted from mine to Master’s.

I dared not speak.

Richard stared at her and whispered, “Everything is fine here. Go… now!”

The woman’s hand started to shake as she looked at me.

“Dear? Are you ok?”

Her voice quivered with fear.

I looked up at Master.

He spoke in a deadly serious tone, “Joanne. Tell her.”

“Yes, Master.” I replied.

Looking over to the woman, I felt bare and exposed. Not the slightest bit embarrassed though. “I’m fine. Go.”

The woman crept back out into the hallway. She must have heard the whip.

Without warning, the room was suddenly dark again.

“Now where were we…?” Master said under his breath.

I felt something slide up between my legs. It was soft, like a feather.

My hips twitched.

He taunted me with the light touches. Master slid the feather up my chest, between my tits and around each nipple.

I could feel my body wanting him even more.

“Pain… does not have to be necessarily painful,” he said softly in my ear.

His breath ran chills down my spine.

“However… this does.”

I felt something clamp around my nipples. It pinched tightly and grasped on.

Opening my mouth to yelp out in surprise, something filled it. The ball gag.

The gag tightened around my head and pulled tight as I laid there staring at the ceiling.

Tears rolled down my cheek as I felt the clamps tighten on my nipples.

He twisted.

I cried out behind the gag as the pain coursed through my chest and shot down my legs.

“Slave. Perhaps that’s what I’ll call you.”

Master’s hands ran up my thighs and wrapped around my breasts.

Squeezing tightly, I felt trails of fire flare through my chest.

I nodded the best I could.

Slave would be the best term for someone like me. I was his.

“But do you even deserve being called Slave?”

His words were devoid of emotion.

Master spanked my breasts with loud claps over and over as I fought back tears.

“Slave… I like the term. You shall be my slave, and I shall be your Master.”

I felt his hand grip firmly between my legs. He squeezed as his thumb pressed on my clit.

“Do you like that? Is this what you truly want? Do you… want to cum?”

Of course I did want to cum, but I wanted him use my body for his pleasure, not my own.

“I don’t think you deserve to cum.”

Master’s fingers slid inside my opening.

Writhing on the floor, I felt the claps on my nipples tighten.

Pain shot down my stomach and mixed with the pleasure between my legs into a firestorm of ecstasy and agony.

His fingers went deeper as I felt something press against my anus.

Bzzzzzzz

The vibrator immediately turned on high and slid inside.

My back arched from pleasure as my legs thrashed about. I would have screamed if I was allowed.

“Slave. Do you want to cum for me?”

I nodded frantically as my body jerked on the floor.

“Cum for me.”

My walls clenched tightly around his fingers as his fingers ran over my spot.

Master’s fingers went faster.

“Cum for me.”

Tears rolled down my cheeks as the plain from my nipples and anus flared.

“Cum for me.”

His thumb pressed down tighter on my clit.

“Slave. Cum for me now!”

Master’s words hit home as my body tensed completely then released a dam of pent up orgasmic pleasure.

“Yes. Good. Don’t stop.”

My body jerked violently on the floor as my legs closed tightly together. I fought back screams of pain, joy, pleasure, emotions and every little dark corner of my mind. Memories rushed through my mind, flaring and dissolving into darkness as I bit down on the ball.

“Keep going…” Master whispered as his fingers twirled around inside me while his other hand kept my legs open.

Shockwaves of energy coursed through my body, emanating from between my legs, my breasts and my anus.

“You aren’t done until I say you’re done.”

I couldn’t stop. I just couldn’t. I must keep going.

Involuntarily my legs tightened together even harder, trying to get him to stop. The orgasm was simply too intense.

My legs shook as they went flat with the ground.

Breathing hard and fighting to stay conscious against the black stars swimming in my vision, I prayed. I prayed I could do the same for him.

“You will stop.”

Every atom in my body wanted to stop. I tried to stop, but I couldn’t.

Once the waves started, they would run their course.

“Stop cumming… now.”

His words were intensely passionate.

My body lay still.

The room was quiet besides my rapid heavy breaths.

“Good Slave.”

 

CHAPTER TWO: HIM

I felt the gag remove from my mouth.

Stretching my jaw, he entered.

Ripples of orgasm still surged their way through my body as he began thrusting into my mouth.

His cock was rigid and hard. Master wanted me.

Clasps around my hands were removed as I heard the ever so familiar click.

“Stroke me.”

I wrapped my hands around his girth.

“Yes, Master,” I said as pulled him out for a mere second.

His hands grabbed my hair and pulled tightly, then pressed his dick down my throat.

Master began fucking my mouth hard.

My neck tensed up for a moment as I straightened myself out for him.

He went deep.

I swallowed around his cock, massaging him.

Moans of pleasure filled the room as I used my hands and lips to stroke his shaft.

My tongue curled and flicked against the tip, beckoning his musky cum.

“Yes… don’t stop,” he whispered as he tightened his grip on my hair. Pain shot down my neck and spun around my already-sore nipples.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped it against the side of my face. “You’re mine.”

“Yes, Master.” I said firmly.

My tongue ran up the bottom of his sac and up his shaft towards the tip.

He slapped it against my face again.

Master groaned deeply as I wrapped my hands around his cock and pulled it back into my mouth.

Stroking faster, I felt him tense.

He pulled out slightly and pumped his load on my tongue. Over and over, one at a time it pinged in my mouth as I slid my fingers up his shaft.

“God yes… fuck yes,” he grunted as he came.

I looked up to his face, unable to see him or even an outline.

His body relaxed as I grabbed his butt and pressed his cock down my throat once more.

Master gently combed through my hair with his fingers.

“Joanne.”

I looked up, “Yes Richard?”

Every part of me wished to see his face. I wanted to see his smile, his aura.

“Let us go to bed.”

I smiled, knowing he couldn’t see me.

 

CHAPTER THREE: HELD IN ORGASM

The road was straight as far as I could see. No mountains in the distance, no fields of flowers, no… anything.

To my left sat Richard and out his window were fields of dirt. On my right… only more dirt.

I slumped in my chair and folded my arms.

Every part of my body was sore from last night. My fingers grazed over my tender nipples. The clamps were especially painful.

Richard looked over and smiled at me. “How are you holding up?”

His face brought joy to my world. Whenever he looked at me, whenever he paid attention to me…

“Great. What’s our next stop?”

Richard laughed, “Well. We are taking a detour. There’s a place I’d like to visit.”

“Oh, what’s that?”

I scooted up in my chair, eager to converse. Nothing else held my attention.

“It’s a party for individuals like us.”

“Really? That sounds pretty cool,” I replied as he slid his hand over my leg.

“It’s a group of people I’ve been following for a while, and I think it would be good for us. The best part is – it’s in Canada.”

I nodded. “Why Canada?”

“We won’t have to worry as much about the law up there, and honestly, it’s not much of a detour. We should be there by nightfall.”

His hand slid under my dress and rested on my thigh.

I shifted closer to him in case he wanted more.

Richard spoke up, “Reach back there and grab that bag.”

Looking in the back seat, I saw the small brown bag. I set it on my lap.

“I picked up some food this morning while you slept. Have at it.”

Inside were muffins with bottled water.

He looked over with a big smile on his face. “We will be taught something new at the party. These couples enjoy something called humiliation. I’ve never done it, but it looks like something we may both enjoy.”

I glanced over at him with my mouth stuffed full.

Richard laughed. “How would you feel about being fucked in front of a group of people? What if I were to train you in front of them?”

His eyes went back to the road as I finished the food in thought.

“It sounds interesting. I’m down with giving it a shot.”

He nodded. “Great. Well in that case, let’s get there so we can join in before it gets too late.”

With my stomach full and body exhausted, I curled into a ball and closed my eyes.

 

I awoke to the sound of faint music.

“Where are we?”

Richard was gone.

Looking outside the car, I realized it was dark and we were pulled up in front of a large one story building. People were meandering about. Some walked inside, others stood out front smoking and talking.

Men and women were on leashes with their masters. Spiked collars and leather masks were everywhere.

Instinctively I reached up and touched my neck. I felt so naked without my collar, and even more so without Master.

Sitting in the car waiting, I watched the couples walk inside.

Master came out of nowhere and opened my car door. “I got tickets to get in. Ready?”

The music was much louder with the door open. I could feel my adrenaline kicking in.

“Yes, Master.”

He clicked the collar around my neck.

I crawled out of the car to my hands and knees.

The collar jerked forward as Master walked me inside.

Music blared loudly. It was dark heavy metal. Not something I particularly enjoyed… but then again, I wasn’t really a music person.

Other couples swarmed around us as we stopped just inside the doors. Some men were crawling on the floor next to their mistresses. Few were naked; some had leather straps around their crotch. Some even had face masks to where they couldn’t see.

I was taken back by the sight.

Master’s voice brought my mind back to reality, “Come Slave.”

“Yes, Master.” I said as we walked towards an elevator.

We went down several stories to what I assumed was the dungeon.

The doors opened with a loud screech.

Music nearly knocked me backwards when the doors opened. It was intense, but not nearly as intense as the sight unfolding around us.

Master stepped outside. I followed.

Men and women alike were tied to massive crosses, tables or the ceiling. Their masters were training them with whips, gags, vibrators and various toys.

A large man rippling with muscle and strapped in full leather walked up to us.

“Welcome to the dungeon.”

His voice was thick and heavy.

I looked back towards the ground as Master spoke.

“Greetings. It’s our first time. Anything we need to know?”

The man shifted his feet as I glanced to my right.

Another woman was leashed beside me. Her master was standing and listening to the man as well.

Our eyes met.

She nodded and stared back at the floor, awaiting orders as did I.

The man continued, “Feel free to use our facilities and gear. Be respectful of our guests. Anything goes after that.”

I glanced up at Master as he nodded to the man. “Great, thanks.”

Master tugged my leash and headed towards one of the tables.

“Get up.” He said firmly.

I climbed up onto the wooden table with two long legs spread out from the rear and pointed towards the ceiling. My legs were spread in the air with my feet firmly planted on each of the wooden legs.

Several rings were on the side.

Looking around at the other women, I realized the rings were for the rope.

Master ran his hands down my body and slid his hand under my dress. “This is mine,” he said as he grabbed onto my mound.

“Yes, Master.” I said.

Screams echoed throughout the chamber and pierced through the music.

My head quickly turned to see one of the women being fucked while bound to a crucifix.

Master grabbed my chin and turned my head towards him. “You’re mine. Focus on me.”

I nodded. “Yes, Master.”

His hands moved quickly as he picked up rope off the floor and proceeded to tie my hands to the table.

Leather straps were placed around my feet, holding them firmly into place.

Master vigorously pulled off my dress and dropped it on the floor.

I looked around at the men and woman staring at my naked body. Instinctively I tried to reach up and cover my breasts. My hands didn’t budge.

Master took a leather strap and pulled it over my neck, binding it to the table.

He placed his finger on his chin for a moment, staring at my body.

Another leather strap was placed over my waist and pulled taut.

I couldn’t move. Not even a bit.

Master walked behind me. I couldn’t see him.

His hands slid over the side of my face pulling a cloth gag between my lips. My mouth opened as he tightened.

He left my vision again.

Trying to move my head, I realized I couldn’t.

Large groups of men walked by the table staring at my breasts and between my spread legs. I felt my face flush.

Another scream pierced through the beating music.

My eyes jerked towards the sound.

A man was held in the air by a chain as his mistress played with a dildo in his rear. His cock was in some sort of small cage.

Hands ran over my bare chest.

It was Master. He was back.

His fingers twirled around my nipples and pulled them hard.

“I’m going to make you cum, and hold you there.”

Master ran his fingers down my thigh as he walked around between my legs.

I pushed against the restraints, but couldn’t budge.

Several mistresses with their slaves came along and watched as I felt Master’s hand press down on my mound. His other hand ran along my slit.

I could feel my walls tightening with every pass he made.

Screams echoed throughout the room as the music seemed to vibrate my body to the very core.

Master took a single finger and slid himself inside me.

My legs fought against the restraints as he slid his thumb in circles around my clit.

He was hell bent on making me cum… hard.

“I want you to cum for me.”

Master’s words were swift as were his fingers.

Large and small circles, pressure then none. He didn’t stop even though I begged him within my mind to. The pleasure was simply too intense.

He slid another finger inside.

I could feel my chest straining against the leather as my back attempted to arch.

Electric surged through my body as I felt his fingers pick up speed.

He knew exactly where my spot was, and he wasn’t going to hit it until I was ready. I knew that much.

My toes curled as I felt his other thumb press inside my anus.

Master gritted his teeth and stared me. “Cum for me slave. Cum for me now!”

His finger hit my spot just inside my opening.

Little black stars swam in my vision as I jerked violently against the bindings.

I opened my mouth to scream, but couldn’t. The ecstasy took away my breath.

“Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

The pleasure kept increasing until I couldn’t take it anymore. I was stuck.

His fingers didn’t stop moving. They kept spinning around in circles on my spot.

Master’s thumb went deeper into my anus. He knew where that spot was too.

I felt my legs straighten and buck against the leather as I came.

Biting down hard on the fabric was my only release from the intense orgasm. I fought to stay conscious.

“How about… this?” Master said as he pressed his fingers deeper and curled them upwards.

I could feel his thumb curling inside my anus putting pressure on my other spot. My hips went wild and out of control. I couldn’t stop myself.

Pain shot through my body as I jerked against the leather on my legs and chest.

Master’s hand stopped for a mere second – it was over.

Immediately his fingers went full force inside me, wildly thrusting back and forth.

I breathed in and deeply and cursed in my mind as my body convulsed in sheer pleasure.

Everything seemed to slow in time for a mere moment as I felt the shockwaves of ecstasy come in pulses. My walls tightened and released with each motion of his hands.

Men and woman stood around, watching and pointing. Slaves were made to sit and wait. I was the spectacle of the night. I was their entertainment… but I was his slave.

I felt every hair on my body stand on end as the room spun around me. Fading in and out of consciousness, I could no longer tell minutes from hours – I only knew he didn’t stop, and neither did my body.

“You may stop.”

His words were clear even though the room was still pounding with music.

Our eyes met.

I only saw him. He was the only one in the room, everything else just faded away.

Every muscle went slack against the table.

Lying there catching my breath, I felt him enter me.

His thick shaft slid inside my slick opening. I could feel each drip of sweat slide down my face as my body jerked back and forth on the table.

I couldn’t cum again… I just couldn’t.

Please don’t make me cum again, I begged in my head. Please…

“Cum on my cock.”

He said it, but my body felt lifeless.

Every bit of pleasure had been removed. Nothing remained, not even the slightest sliver.

Master pulled out his cock and went down to his knees.

His tongue slid up my opening and twisted around my clit.

I felt that.

My body shook once… twice, with each stroke.

“There you go… come back to me,” he said softly as his hands gripped tightly onto my hips.

His tongue slid inside and curled upwards.

I felt him touch my sore spot. There was life.

My hips jerked against the restraints. Pain shot through my body from the raw skin against each point.

I opened my eyes wide with adrenaline.

“Yes. Good girl.”

I felt everything.

His cock pressed back inside as he held tightly onto my hips and thrusted. My opening tightened in response.

The tightly bound spring suddenly released within me.

Master cursed in whispers as I felt my body convulsing with orgasm. Shockwaves of slammed up through my chest as waves of fire emanated from between my legs.

I felt his dick tighten and begin pumping within me. Each spurt from his cock edged me further over the edge of my orgasm.

“Yes… I want to feel you fucking cum on my cock,” he groaned through his teeth.

My eyes locked with his as we both came together.

He collapsed over me, panting and out of breath.

“God… damn.”

Master’s words brought a smile to my face. I couldn’t help it.

The crowd of viewers moved on, leaving us to ourselves.

I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. Never in my life would I have thought I would be fucking or cumming in front of a group of people.

My eyes drifted towards a woman within a cage being lowered into a large container of water. She was completely in her master’s hands. There was no doubt of her trust in her master.

He looked down at me and ran his fingers over my nipples.

Music began to die down as did the screams of ecstasy and pain.

“Shall we?”

I nodded to Master.

My jaw relaxed as he unclasped the gag.

Two men walked over and looked me up and down then over to Master.

“Beautiful slave you have there. What’s its name?”

Master looked over, “Joanne.”

The man put his hands on his hips, “That’s interesting. You named your slave.”

My hands and legs were untied. I stretched crawled to the floor. He tightened the leash around his hand.

“I did name my slave because she deserves a name. She is mine, always will be mine and will always serve me.”

Both men appeared angry as they spoke again, “Slaves need not have names.

Master tugged on my collar. “Come slave.”

“Yes, Master.” I said without hesitation as I crawled after him on the floor.

The men continued to stare at us as we headed towards the elevator.

I felt a chill down my spine as my eyes locked with one of the men. They were seething with anger. I could just sense it.

The chain jerked firmly as we stepped onto the elevator.

 

CHAPTER FOUR: FIGHT FOR SURVIVAL

I climbed into the car. Richard released my collar and handed me a bottle of water.

“Thank you,” I whispered. He smiled and shut the car door.

The moon was high in the sky, giving everything a light white tone.

I watched as Richard walked to the front of the car.

Both men from earlier emerged out of the front of the building. There were no other people around.

Everything was in slow motion as I watched the scene unfold.

The man on the left pulled out a gun and began firing. I heard the sound of shattering glass and screaming.

Richard ran around and climbed into the driver’s seat as I heard shots ricochet off the front of the car.

“Get down!” He yelled as both men were nearly to the car.

The second man pulled out a crowbar and slammed it into the window, shattering and sending glass everywhere.

Richard slammed on the gas and hit the man with the gun, sending him flying to the ground.

More gunshots into the car as the second man pulled out a gun and began firing.

I looked over at Richard. He was bleeding profusely from his chest.

We sped out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! What the hell is wrong with those people?!” Richard exclaimed as he held his hand against his wound.

Grabbing a shirt from the backseat I placed it on his chest and held it tightly.

“What do we do now?” I said.

Richard’s eyes rolled back in his head as he slumped forward on the wheel.

I wrapped my fingers around it and let the car come to a stop on the highway.

Shit.

Everything was dead silent as I sat there. The car crept forward.

I didn’t know how to work it. Nobody ever taught me how to drive.

“Richard! Wake up!”

My hands grasped his shirt and shook him.

Nothing.

I heard a familiar sound. A siren.

Two men walked up to the side of the car and looked inside. “Is everythin— jesus.”

He held his phone up to his ear. “We need an ambulance on route 114 quickly.”

Both men pulled Richard out of the car. I could feel tears running down my face.

“Is he going to be ok?” I said as I ran around the car to the men.

They didn’t reply.

Minutes felt like hours as I sat there next to Richard.

“Alright, let’s get him inside,” the man said as he picked him up and put him inside the ambulance.

I climbed inside and sat next to Richard with his hand in mine.

We flew down the road as several men and woman took off Richard’s clothes and examined the wound. I held tightly onto my leash and fought back tears.

 

It seemed like the most pain Master ever put me through was physical, but this was different. He trained my body and mind to withstand nearly anything – but nothing could compare or even come close to this.

 

His hand was in mine as we sat there. No words were spoken. He couldn’t with all the tubes down his throat.

I laid the leash in his hand and curled up next to him.

Darkness surrounded me as my sore body drifted into darkness.

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