Hell Week
Copyright© 2015 by Dark Fantasy
Chapter 13: Debriefing
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 13: Debriefing - This is a story about what happened after I decided to get myself a slave for a week to use, abuse and just plain put through hell. This story is going to be pretty extreme, even though everything is going to be completely consensual. (Note: This story is not done yet, and new chapters will be posted extremely irregularly)
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Slavery Heterosexual Fiction BDSM DomSub MaleDom Spanking Rough Humiliation Sadistic Torture Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Sex Toys Food Water Sports Enema Scatology Analingus
As Sarah crawled back into the room, I ordered her to remove her clothes again and then sit on my lap in the position for talking.
“Spread your legs wider. I want you to be completely open to me. Actually, I think I’ll change the position a bit. Put your hands behind your head, push the elbows back. Right, that’s more nicely exposed. This is now the ‘talk’ position.
“Let me ask a few questions first. How are you feeling physically?”
“I’m good, sir.”
SLAP I gave her a slap in the face. Hard. She cried out and lost her balance, so she fell down off my lap.
“Get back into position. Quickly.”
She cried and looked at me in confusion at the same time, but she managed to get up reasonably fast.
“That won’t do at all. Remember that leaving things out is lying. If I ask you a question, I expect a full and detailed answer.
“I expect you to tell me how the different parts of your body feel, especially if there is pain or arousal. And I want to know why. Better think about your answer in detail, before you answer. And don’t leave anything out again.”
“Yes, sir.”
I watched her thinking for a while, admiring the red hand print that started to emerge on her face.
“Well, sir, my whole body aches some, I think that’s just sore muscles from your training me to run.
“My cheek hurts some where you hit me just now, but it’s getting more warm than painful. My hands are tender from the hole digging but I’m not sure how bad it is yet. My tits and ass are still aching a little when I move from where you punished me yesterday. It’s a bit painful when I try to sit down.
“My cunt doesn’t hurt at all. It’s just horny and slimy all the time.”
I didn’t think she would be embarrassed by that after what had happened, but she blushed in the face and down to almost her tits.
“My asshole aches, it feels raw. I don’t know why, though. I believe that’s all, sir.”
She flinched a bit, worried that I would be unhappy with the report again. I wasn’t and smiled at her.
“It’s a good start. Are you feeling hot or cold?”
“No, sir, the temperature is pretty pleasant in here.”
“Are you hungry? Thirsty? Do you need to piss or shit?”
“The meals haven’t been very filling, so I’m feeling a bit hungry all the time. I’m not thirsty, and as you have just emptied me out at the moment I don’t feel the need to piss and shit.”
“Good. So, your cunt is now slimy all the time?”
“Ooh, yes, sir.”
I swiped a finger through her cunt lips, and for sure, she was very wet. I smelled the wet finger and found it to be a mixture of horny cunt and piss, a very heady aroma.
I wiped my finger off under her nose, then repeated the same procedure a few times, spreading her wetness all over her face, her neck and under her arms. Somehow, my attempts at drying her slit failed and it got even wetter.
“The way you are losing fluids, you should take the opportunity to drink something. Use one of the bottles you brought with you.”
While she drank, I played with her body some more. I caressed her sides, her face, then her stomach and tits, then harshly pressed on her tits where the black and blue started to turn more green and yellow. She moaned but otherwise didn’t move. I stopped when she was done drinking.
“The pain you feel around your asshole is because it’s dirty. Shit is pretty aggressive actually, and when it doesn’t get cleaned off it will attack the skin.”
I reached around her and swiped a finger through her ass crack. There was a pretty good amount of shit there, but most of it was already dried. Still, the finger was caked in her waste when I pulled it back. I rubbed the finger over her tits, and some of the brown stuff stuck to them, but not all.
To get some more of her shit and make sure it would be easier to smear it on her skin, I pushed the finger into her cunt to ensure it would be very wet, then wiped it around her asshole a few times. This time it came back with soft brown shit on it, and smeared it all over her forehead. I repeated that a few times, also browning the tip of her nose and her cheeks.
“There. Maybe this will give your shit hole some relief.”
I made her get up and kneel on the floor while I went to wash my hands. Part of me wanted to let her lick them clean instead, but the bigger part wasn’t interested in getting puked on at the moment.
Once I was back and had put her back into talking position, I continued my questioning.
“We talked about your physical status. How are you feeling mentally?”
She thought about that for a while. “I’m sorry, sir. I really don’t know how to answer that. My answer would be that I feel good, but I’m sure that’s not what you want to hear. It’s just that I don’t know how to explain it. I’m happy, but don’t ask me why...”
“Okay, I’ll help you a little. Did you like the things I did to you so far? I would assume so if you say you’re happy.”
“Actually, no, sir. Most of the things I didn’t like or maybe I should say hated. But at the same time I got turned on by some of it. And somehow it made me happy that you did them to me. I don’t understand it myself. Maybe it’s like visiting a dentist, hating the pain of them drilling into your teeth but feeling better afterwards? No, I don’t think it’s that. I’m sorry.”
“That’s fine, maybe you’ll find out over time.
“For now, let’s talk about the last 24 hours. Tell me about all the things I did to you, in order, and explain to me how they made you feel.”
“Yes, sir. Where should I start?”
“I’d say start with your train travel.”
“Okay, sir. Well, I was so embarrassed during the train ride. It felt to me that everyone would see that I didn’t wear a bra. And also the smell. I mean, I always shower with shampoo in the morning, and use deodorant. So as I had only washed with water, I could smell myself, especially under my arms, and I thought everyone else would smell me as well. The thing is, I was so embarrassed but it turned me on, so after a while I could smell my cunt as well, which made it worse.
“Nobody said anything, but I’m sure some must have noticed.
“Then, when I arrived, and you made me walk through the cold rain while you had the umbrella, that was ... I don’t know. It was miserable and it didn’t turn me on at all. But it started to click then. I might have understood it on an intellectual level but it was at there that I realized in my heart that this isn’t about me, about my sexuality or anything like that. That it’s only about you. And it felt right, and somewhere inside my chest I felt warm and happy about that.”
Huh. It’s a funny thing, would she have asked or just assumed, I would have let her get under the umbrella. Not that it would have helped any, but still. It seems that would have been a mistake on a psychological level, and I wouldn’t even have realized it.
Sarah took a drink before continuing.
“When you gave me the contract so sign, I read it. It was what we had discussed before, nothing unexpected, but it somehow felt more ... focused maybe. Hyper real. It’s funny, in a way signing it was a formality, in my mind you had taken ownership at the train station and signing what you told me to sign was obvious. I probably would have signed it even if it was completely different than what we talked about. I think, if you would just destroy the document and tell me to sign a new one, without any limits and so on, I would sign it just because you told me to.
“But, on the other hand, signing the paper was very significant. I felt a weight lift from me, I gained a freedom that I had never known before. Because from then on, no matter what would happen - it would be your decision, so it would be fine. I’m not explaining it well, sorry sir. But it’s somewhat of a high that started then and didn’t end yet.
“When you told me not to call you master, I couldn’t understand it. I still can’t, really, because, well, even with the time limit, right at this moment in my mind you are my rightful owner. But of course I will call you as you tell me to.
“And then, well, you threw me for a loop. I had expected you to start fucking me as soon as the contract is signed, but instead you just had me stand in the corner. It was another reminder that it’s not about me and my expectations, but about you and your wishes. It was painful to stand there and hard to stay in position, but the thought of failing you felt much worse. I think I actually did well there.
“When you left I was confused for a moment. You know, why would you have me stand there and then not be there to enjoy it. It kinda felt like it was for nothing. But I quickly realized that my thinking was wrong, that it wasn’t for me to decide what makes sense.
“Anyway, I felt my bladder getting full, but I wasn’t sure what the rules about pissing were. You had given me a rule when we met before, but not that day, so I had no idea if the old rule still applied. I tried to keep it in as long as I could, but in the end I just wasn’t able to. I was so relieved when you told me that I hadn’t broken any rule. Then you scared me when you told me that you would put my dirty panties in my mouth, because the pressure in my bowels had slowly risen as well and I wasn’t at all sure how long I would be able to keep it in.
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