Chapter 5: Manipulation

“You only have about seven inches in you so if you want to try and jump off, go ahead. I don’t give a shit if you blow your cervix out. It’s your life.” He had torn her blindfold off as he was talking. She was blinking in the light.

He stepped back to see his butterfly pinned to the floor in a sense. He loved the look and dug his cell out of his bag. He always had it with him. Kitten had the photo record of his adventures nicely stashed away. If anyone tries to break into the vault the vault was set to incinerate anything inside. The only way the public would ever see his art was when he allowed it. That was it.

She hadn’t tried to jump. The seven inches inside her, while standing, the solid seven inches already hurt. She didn’t want it to hurt anymore. She hadn’t known pain until he came into her life. Oh, she hated him. He was speaking,

“I can only assume you just don’t understand our little situation here. It’s the only reason I can think of why you were slutting away with a couple of lesbians without my permission.” As he finished she felt a terribly sharp pain across the top of her right breast. She didn’t see it coming because he had been just behind when he stepped forward and struck using a flinch crop.

This crop was one of his favourites. It was three feet long to tip to stern. The top three inches were flattened weaves of leather, firm but with a little flex. Perfect for tit and cunt whipping. He liked the flex in the one he brought with him and he could deliver maximum force with minimal effort when desired. Even a hard flick of his wrist would elicit a scream from most. Yes, he loved that one.

“I saw the tape of you licking that Italian dykes cunt.” He had no idea if Vanchesna was a dyke or not it sounded good to him so he went with it. He had stepped in front now and she saw him raise his hand and strike. She screamed into her penis gag as she twisted away from him on the pole, still on tiptoes. He smiled at her. ‘She likes it’ he thought, knowing the opposite.

“I saw you sucking on the cunt of that blond bitch you work with.” The strike was followed by new twisting and screaming into her gag. She was still on her toes. He wondered how long before the pain in her tits overrides what she fears when she drops from her toes.

He released Carrie from her handcuffs. He holds them up and presses the key area to her lips. Without being told she knows what to do and kisses the handcuff.

“Good girl.” She liked being told she was a good girl, that’s what she loved to hear from her mother but not from this man. She frowned at him. He laughed in her face. A real laugh based on mirth. He knew what he was going to do next.

“If at any time you want to jump off the pole, as I said feel welcome to. In the meantime, we are going to have some fun. Well, I am.” Danny struck the bottom of her boob with the flinch’s tongue. It stung but she knew what was coming now and was finding the knowing more bearable.

She hadn’t squealed, he liked that and now knew this would work. Her hands came up to protect her tits. Then he directed the tongue at her clit. He had to move into the correct angle before he struck but he knew what it was by instinct now. He had spent many, many hours practicing his technique on Kitten and some others, somewhat to their dismay.

He could flick a tick off a nipple and not touch the nipple today. He considers himself an expert. He was sure he had the ten thousand hours of practice under his belt. Kitten said he did whenever he asked. He followed that thought with, ‘She could be lying,’ and a snide smile.

She screamed at the clit flick. He stepped back to look at her again. Both hands were covering her crotch. Danny decided another picture was in order and took two.

He whipped her hands, hard and they sprang up, became fists pulled into her chest.

“You want to act like a slut then I’ll train you to be the best dam slut you can be, like the army, be all that you can be, or some such shit.”

“Playing with yourself without permission.” He was pointing at her cunt with the flinch crop so she understood he meant right then. “Fucking licking pussy without my permission! Not accepting my gracious offer, now knowing what a sleazy slut you are, my magnanimous offer, for you to go ahead and fuck any cock you wanted at work before Friday noon and you spit in my face, you whore, you tramp, you slut!” He whipped both tits both directions across. She tried to protect herself with her hands so took most of the sting on them. She tried to pull back but the pole held.

“Ok, coward then cum for your Master. I’m going to undo your gag and if you scream once I will start jumping on that pump and drive that dildo up and out your fucking throat.” Hands back on your cunt. Now! You lift them off that cunt at any time now and I will put this little stinger away and get out a cane! You won’t sit for a week. I fucking promise you. Don’t raise your hands again.” He barked.

He struck both nipples, she started, her hands jumped but she jammed them back and only moaned. He removed the penis gag.

“Beg for me whore. Tell me how badly you want to suck your Master’s cock, beg for it.” She didn’t know how. He moved back to her ass with increased force. Her bum and nice round cheeks were turning a beautiful shade of dark pink to red, he loved the shading.

“Beg.” he said this one softly and she gave what she had, “Please let me suck your cock. Please. Please let me suck your cock...” He had moved back to her front and was working her tummy. It was only light pink and not everywhere.

“Shut up that’s awful, I’ll have Kitten work with you. Fuck don’t you know anything?” Before she could help herself Carrie let go, “No I don’t know anything. I was a virgin before you raped me, I have never kissed a boy, never seen a woman naked until those two took advantage of me. I am a good girl! I don’t deserve this!”

Danny barked, “Shut your cock hole!” Hitting her nipple with full force. Carrie bit her tongue and kept her mouth shut so she wouldn’t scream. He continued, “I’ll tell you why you’re here. You play for the wrong team. Cunts like you put me through hell when I was unable to protect myself, I was too small, too weak to protect myself and cunts like you raped me, beat me, and abused me every day of my life.”

“Well I may still be small but I decided I had had enough and now I am getting payback and paybacks a bitch they say. You shunned me, you shouldn’t have because I matter. Now you pay the price.”

Danny took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself.

Danny was fully in control again, “Now some simple rules to guide you so you aren’t fucking any stray that comes along. The first and most important rule is you do anything I say when I say it. You don’t think, you won’t scheme you just do what I tell you, that’s fucking it.” He flicked a nipple semi-hard just to keep her focussed.

He had her staring into his eyes now, “Second rule, you do whatever the fuck I say when I say it no talking back talk or hesitation at all or I will make you pay for it.” He struck other nipple harder.

He was looking at her and he felt then saw her resignation in her eyes. She was done fighting she would do whatever she had to do to end this torture.

He said, “Good. I see we have an understanding so just one thing left for you to find out. Are you a slut or not,” he started whipping her saying, “There are three ways off that pole, either jump off, which you have apparently decided against so the next option is to prove to me you are not a slut and wear me out. Take what I give you till I quit and I promise on my soul to leave you alone forever. Such a saint does not deserve someone like me in their life after they have proven to us both who they are.”

Carrie had already returned to petting herself. She wanted this to end.

“Then there is the easy way. The way you are going to take and that is you are going to prove to us both that you are a slut. A slut that needs an owner because you need someone to protect you from your slutty, risky ways.”

He picked up the speed of his flicking, never the same spot twice on a round, often the twentieth time as he went around and around. Her entire standing body was now pink.

He kept talking, “Come on my ugly useless fucking piece of shit whore. Why are you making me work so hard to help you cum? Are you that fucking lazy? What kind of a useless slut can’t get herself off when her Master orders it!” He kept the flicker striking and then something happened.

Carrie had begun to moan, softly at first then a little more obvious. He was whipping her tits again but not as hard, he wanted to help her now, he wanted her to cum, to shame herself once more. To prove to herself that she was a slut because only a slut could cum under her own hand while being whipped.

The words just slipped out, he surprised himself. “Tell me you’re a slut, tell me.” He whispered into her ear while he flicked the calf of her leg. She didn’t. She didn’t comprehend his words her mind was trying to go somewhere else. She didn’t want to hear what he said but he pulled her back. “Cum for your Master my little slut. What are you? Tell me?”

It was a whisper but she said it, “A slut.” He flicked her hand working her clit, “Faster. Cum for me my little slut, prove to me you are worth my time. What are you?” He had progressed from whispered entreaties to a normal tone, a simple question a simple answer and she gave him the simple answer, “A slut?” She was still questioning.

“You say it like it’s a question. Who is standing there rubbing her cunt so fast because she wants to cum so bad? Who is it!” He demanded. She had to answer he was invading her mind, “Me.”

“What the hell would you call someone doing what you are doing.” Another controlled voice sound level demand. She knew the answer, “And what are you?” “A slut!” “Yes, you are, cum for me slut,” and hit her the hardest he had yet on her ass and she exploded screaming, “I am a slut!”

It was two o’clock in the morning. He was trying not to laugh. She had made it. It was solidly implanted into her naive young mind. She was a slut.

He waited until she had calmed a bit then released the pressure on the pump and the dildo dropped right down to rest on the fatter base cylinder. She was free and stumbled forward into his welcoming arms. She was taller than him, most were. She had dropped her head on his shoulder. She needed a moment’s support and he would do.

He held her until she started to move then he let her withdraw to the extent his extended arms and hands could maintain a grip on her shoulders.

Looking into her eyes he asked her, “What are you?” “I am a slut.” He could see the tears forming. Her skin had to be on fire and yet she hadn’t jerked away from him when he put his hands on her shoulders. It surprised him. He would look into that.

“Who’s slut are you?” Another easy question, “Yours.” “Yours what?” “Master, sorry Master, Master.” She was willing to grovel now. He could see it.

It was late. No, it was early. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground in front of him. “You might as well start at the beginning, “Open my pants and take your God out.” She reached for his pants.

Her Master had informed her she was to wear all five new dresses in a row. It was Friday morning and instinctually without willingly thinking about it Carrie selected the sexiest dress they had selected for her on Tuesday. She wasn’t allowed to wear under things so this was going to be a very risky day. The hemline was two inches below her butt cheek when standing. When sitting she didn’t know what she was going to do but she had to find someone to fuck her before noon today.

She had shown up at work yesterday in her new look and several men stopped by for a closer look and reevaluation of Carrie. She looked like fresh meat to the guys. The women were all disgusted. Accept Sandy who was having the time of her life.

As Carrie came into her cubical and removed her summer overcoat every man in seeing range stopped what he was doing to look and then a second time to reassess but she had already sat down. She was vibrating she was so nervous and humiliated by all the looks.

Sandy couldn’t help herself and scooted her chair across the laneway into Carrie’s space. “Wow, do you ever look hot in that! A great choice wasn’t it.” Sandy was very pleased they had made such a great choice. Carrie looked striking in the threads.

Carrie knew she had to say something so through over her shoulder, “Thanks.” She would not turn around and Sandy got the message.

Carrie had to find a fellow worker and get laid in less than four hours she couldn’t stop her nervous shaking. Her body was just vibrating, she tried to bury her mind on a report she was to evaluate and provide an opinion by three that afternoon. She had been given the task at end of the day yesterday with the report there on her desk when she arrived. She needed to calm down.

Sandy was beside her tapping her shoulder and when Carrie finally clued in, Sandy informed her it was coffee time and she was running down for a fancy one at the baristas on the entry level. She knew Carrie wouldn’t go with her, and had turned her down every time Sandy asked so today she simply offered to bring something back for Carrie to see if she would be more forthcoming and friendly if Sandy brought her a coffee.

When Carrie turned to look at who was interrupting her from her focused review of the numbers in the report she saw Sandy and then heard coffee time and she paled immediately. From healthy pink to pale white like that.

She scared Sandy and Sandy didn’t like being scared she reached down and grabbed Carrie’s shoulders and was dragging her up and out of the chair saying, “Enough of this, something is seriously wrong girl and we are going to talk about it right now. Come on.” Sandy dragged her to the elevator and stepped on the seventh floor because it was being revitalized. No one was on the floor today, Sandy guided Carrie into the women’s bathroom. Spun her around so her bum was up against the counter and with a seriously concerned for her friend look on her face softly asked, “What gives?”

Carrie who had been trying so hard to hold herself together since she realized what time it was and the thoughts that had been screaming through her head on the walk to the washroom, she burst into tears as she blurted out, “I have to fuck someone by noon.” And she just wailed.

Sandy’s first thought and question was, “Who?” With a second quick thought, “Why?”

This was a cry long in coming and as she openly wailed Sandy was there holding her, hugging her, massaging her back, whispering it was all going to be Ok, she was there to help. In any way, she could. She just needed some more information before knowing what to do next.

The cry was needed and Sandy was there for the entire five minutes it went on. Finally, Cassie was catching her breath, her heaving was slowing down, and she was finding calm in Sandy’s support.

Then she told Sandy the whole story everything in a burst but without many details missing and Sandy was still impressed. Impressed by the methods of this Master. She had to meet him. She just had to. Only not now. Now was not the time to press Carrie for the introduction. No now was the time to get Carrie laid and Sandy knew just who to get.

Sandy looked at her watch. It was eleven o’clock. She excitedly informed Carrie she knew a guy who would fuck her and that she would go get him right now. Then she had a thought.

“Ok, you kneel here.” Carrie was pointing at a spot on the floor in the centre of the width of the room and about ten feet back from the entry door.