The Toy Maker (Under Construction)

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His Best Toy

The waiting was the worst part; Jason’s eyes drinking in every insignificant move I made. The only sound to distract me from my bittersweet position was the culprit itself.

He let the keys dangle off his fingers and hypnotize me with their swinging. My imagination ran wild with possibilities as I fought to keep my cool.

I must have been a sight to behold, completely immobile and left at the mercy of a man I barely knew. As if on cue, Jason walked back over to the shaky mess of a girl across the room and unhooked the chain from the pipes.

He led me to the table and cleared everything with one motion. “Bend over.”

No please or thank you; His mother must have been so proud. But manners were the furthest thing from my mind when his emerald eyes locked unto mine.

Apparently there was no time for admiring anything other than his cock which was pointing at me almost accusingly, “Are you disobeying me?”

I failed to suppress the temptation begging to take over and pushed my body against his. The waiting was excruciating and electrifying at the same time.

For a moment Jason seem stunned by my boldness. As I rolled my hips up and down on his shaft the pit of desire grew. It wasn’t long before he snapped out of his trance and yanked me off by my hair.

My yelp echoed through the room. Jason used my hair as a leash and pushed me down on the table. The cool steel stung my bare skin while he fastened my chains so I wouldn’t have any chance of getting away.

I stared at the wall in front of me, unable to see what he was doing to my backside. “Tell me something, Tara,” Jason said, “Did you really think you could get away with that?”

I didn’t think; I just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Answer me.” He said when I failed to respond.

“No, Sir.”

His fingers lightly tapped my bottom causing the anticipation to swirl in my stomach. “So you deliberately acted like a needy slut just so I’d fuck you until you’re begging for mercy?” The mock disgust in his voice almost got me.

He rubbed my bottom and let his touch wander to my pussy. Jason removed the vibe and thrust it in and out tantalizing slow until I begged for him to go faster.

“Such a bad girl,” He teased, “And bad girls get punished.”

My legs nearly gave out as his hand came down on my ass; The sound of him spanking me only made my thighs slicker with my arousal.

“You’re going to count to twenty,” He commanded, “Keep your legs spread so I can see that cunt.”

Another hit, “One.”



By the time I reached eighteen my lip was quivering and it was nearly impossible to keep myself in position.

“Why are you being punished?”

I tried to keep my voice from shaking, “I used your cock to please myself without permission,” His hand stung more each time it met my skin, “Nineteen.”

“And who am I?”

“My master.”

“And you are?”

“Your whore.”

I whimpered out the final number before Jason leaned over to my ear; His cock teasing my pussy as he rubbed up against me.

“I’m going to fuck you but I promise you won’t enjoy it. I’m going to bury myself so far inside of that greedy cunt that you’ll be screaming out in pain and tears will stream down your face making it almost as wet as your pussy.”

Jason spun my body around so he could watch as he broke me. He tightened the nipple clamps until they were unbarable and smirked at my pathetic cries.

He forced his cock into me and didn’t wait for me to adjust before tearing my body in half. Each time his hips colldied with mine the breath was knocked out of me; My pussy throbbed as I withered underneath him.

When our eyes met I was confronted with the chilling determination to own me and control every move or sound I made. His fingers laced through the hair by my scalp; He yanked my head backwards and bit the crook of my neck.

The pain mingled with the sensation of being used and sent me spiraling into a hypnotic trance. So when Jason had finished and led me out of the secluded basement I didn’t protest.

It wasn’t until the flashing lights woke me up that everything snapped back into place. I suddenly became very aware of my surroundings and tried to hide my naked body behind Jason.

My legs wobbled as I tried to fight against him.

“We can’t go out there,” I hissed. “The girls from work will see me.”

Jason continued to tug me along by my leash. The techno music got louder and my stomach crawled into my throat.

“Jason, please don’t.”

Before I could move out of the way he pinned me against the wall; His hand pressing down on my shoulder and his lips dangerously close to mine.

“What did you just call me, slut?” Chills ran up my spine at the sound of his voice.

“I-I-Uh-” I stuttered.

“Answer me.”

“Your name.”

His hands pressed harder against me almost causing me to cry out. “Do you think a dirty little whore addressing me with my name is appropriate?”

My gaze fell as I tried to ignore the feeling of his hard on threatening to punish me again. “No Sir.”

He nodded, “From now on you will do what I say, when I say. There will be a time when we discuss your limits and concerns but that will not be tonight. And as for your friends,”

“I hope they see you.” His eyes darkened and I swallowed down the arguement in the back of my throat.

“I want them to see you being led out by a chain, your skin completely bare except for where I taught you how to be a good little slut. I want everyone in the room to turn and stare at the best toy I’ve ever created; You.”

I opened my mouth to respond but I was cut off, “If you don’t shut those pretty lips of yours then I’ll give you something to suck on.”

With that threat he continued down the hallway until stopping at a door. He pushed the key into the lock and yanked me in behind him. When the lights came on, The air was sucked out of my lungs.

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