Aarla's descent chapters 8-9.
In the early morning of the next day, you find yourself hungering and thirsting as you struggle against the straitjacket. The futility of your endeavors continues, only leading to discomfort and thirst.
"Mhm!" Exasperated, you moan around the ballgag as you attempt to rock the cage, your movements causing the normally immovable device to sway gently. Despite your efforts, a calmness washes over you. A strange feeling of familiarity with your captor appears to have formed. Mr. Garcia's presence no longer fills you with fear. On the contrary, a small part of you longs for him already.
Within no time, the door opens, filling the air with the sound of a hiss. Instruction accompanied the noise.
"Good morning, my pet," Mr. Garcia says as he approaches the cage.
Groping at your breasts, he rubs his hands over them, igniting a passion deep within you. The ambiguity you had previously felt was vanishing, replaced with a longing for your captor.
"Mhmm!" you moan in turn, your body trembling with desire. He starts to tease your sex again, sliding his fingers between your tender folds as his hands explore and excite you. You wish he wouldn't stop, and he doesn't for a while. Fingers part your labia, caressing and stroking you with his touch. However, he does eventually draw away, leaving you feeling unfulfilled, craving more.
"Today is the day we learn how to walk," he explains. The cage door opens, and you are led out. Once released from the restraint of the cage, your world tilts. Your backfaced legs wobble and your arms swing ineffectually against the straitjacket.
"Tricky, huh?" You sensed he wasn't asking for an answer, merely mocking you.
He commands you into a standing position. He lifts your arms, and then abruptly lets go, leaving you to stumble and struggle as your brain stubbornly attempts to coordinate your body.
"Do you want me to come, Aarla?" He approaches you, and your heart beats rapidly. This is the moment you had been desperately awaiting. You answer with a nod, your hopes soaring high. "Can you do it?" The moment is broken with his question. Uncertain, you shake your head.
He grins insidiously before taking a few steps behind you. Your chest is heaved up as he turns you around. "Today I will teach you to walk with elegance and balance. But if you don't cooperate, you won't get the reward you seek."
Ready to begin, he says, "Excellent!" Firmly gripping your leash, he guides you forward. You step cautiously, succeeding, before hesitantly stepping again, ensuring another successful step. Your bravery grows, and on the third attempt, you stumble and lose your footing. It appears your fetish for these boots might not have served you well.
"You're not very impressive, darling," he gloats. How he thrives on your frustration. Another step taken, another failure. On and on it continues. Dancing around freedom while being denied Oh, the punishment is cruel. In a never-ending cycle of success and failure, your mind fills with regret. Rarely has an owner toyed with their submissive in such a manner.
"Please, let me come! I'll make an effort!" You had intended to plead with him, but you find yourself kneeling before his will. Your ball gag is now removed, so you open your mouth and await his response. You are certain he'll offer what you desire.
The door closes, ending your luck. You cut off by a question.
"Just how would you rate your performance? My pet?" His deep, commanding tone sends a shiver down your spine.
"I did my best for you, Master," your answer also rejected, betraying your voice.
"And you did not quite impress me, sweetheart," he growls, gripping your jaw firmly. He forces your head back and informs you, "What do you say when this happens?"
"I'm sorry, Master," you correct yourself. How could you have allowed yourself to deviate from such a simple matter! Now, he loosens his grasp and his voice softens, "You're sorry for what, pet?"
"I'm sorry that I failed to impress my Master, Sir!" You add a pleading tone. "For the leash, and for my inability to walk properly."
With a growl and a smile, he nods. "Now let me bend you over this table and spank you," he declares, his voice rising in volume. "I'll even use one of your favourite toys."
You brace your body and prepare for the pain. Resigned, you wait with teary eyes and your head down. Finally, "Spank me hard, Master!" you implore silently, a plea that goes unheard.
Listen up, loyal pet. Over time, you'll have many different masters to serve. If you don't remember this, prepare for some harsh penalties.
The zipping sound fills the air as a finger plucks at the lock, and then his penis is pushed inside your open mouth. You start to suck on it, just as instructed, and within a few minutes, you're rewarded with a mouthful of cum.
"Nicely done," he praises, securing the ball-gag back in place. "We'll continue later," he informs you, as you're led back to your cage. The door slams shut, signaling his departure.
Feeling helpless, you fight against the straitjacket. It's futile, but you can't hold back your annoyance. He expected you to walk in these boots until you reach Adenia, demonstrating his domination over you. To top it all off, you haven't been fed. So, you'll have to endure your hunger until evening.
Sighing, you give up and wait for his return, determined to do your best for him.
Next chapter:
"How's it going, pet?" His voice echoes in the room as the door opens. Grabbing your breasts, Mr. Garcia gives them a firm squeeze, then he squeezes your erect nipples.
"Mmph!" you respond, feeling aroused.
He releases your nipples, opening the cage's door. Your leash is grabbed and yanked, guiding you out and to a kneeling position in front of him. There's a zipper unzipping, and his rigid cock appears in front of your face.
"Do you want this inside you?" he asks, sliding his cock against your face.
You nod.
"Good girl," he says.
He unlocks the ball-gag, and you wrap your lips around his cock. However, he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls, forcing your head back.
"Who do you belong to?" he queries.
"I'm your slave," you reply.
He slaps your face.
"Louder," he instructs.
"I'm your slave!" you shout.
He slaps your face again.
"Louder!" he demands.
"I'm your slave!" you yell, your voice strained.
He slaps your face one more time.
"Louder!" he insists.
"I'm your slave, Master!" you yell, your vocal cords stretched to their limit.
"Great, pet," he commends.
Tearing your head free, he grabs your hair again and forces his cock into your mouth. You do your best to suck it off, just as he speaks:
"As I cum, open your mouth." To your surprise, he pulls your head forward, his cock entering your throat. Once he's finished, he grabs your hair again, jerking your head back.
"What did you thank me for?" he asks.
"For cumming inside me."
He slaps your face.
"Inside who?" he asks.
"Inside me, Master."
He slaps you again.
"Thank you, Master!" you exclaim, louder this time.
"Thank you for what?" he retorts.
"Thank you for spitting in my mouth."
He slaps you again.
"Louder," he commands.
"Thank you for spitting in my mouth," you exclaim, struggling to keep your vocal cords intact.
"Good job, pet."
Without warning, his fingers release your hair, leaving your head free. Your mouth still open, he spits some saliva into it.
"Thank you, Master," you say meekly.
He slaps you.
"Thank you for what?" he asks.
"For spitting in my mouth," you repeat.
He slaps your face again.
"Loudly!" he shouts.
"Thank you for spitting in my mouth!" you shout.
His hand grasps your head, pushing you back again. You take deep breaths between each slap, enduring his punishment with determination. So arousing is this display of power and control; you're craving what he refuses to give you—a vaginal fuck. Instead, he tugs on your leash and leads you through the cargo hold on your tiptoes, teetering in the heels. The tips of your ballet boots lift you with every step. It's all you can do to avoid falling, but Mr. Garcia keeps yanking you up when you stumble.
"Time to walk some more," he mutters, and he proceeds to lead you by the leash. Clad only in your boots and gripping them tightly, you struggle to maintain balance. Every time you stumble, he pulls you up to protect you from falling. Frustrated but determined, you endure the ridicuous situation, desperately seeking release.
"Ugh!" You make this sound repeatedly, aware that if you're going to reach the peak of pleasure, you need to maintain a steady pace. However, you struggle to do so. It's an unfair challenge, and no matter how hard you try, you can't achieve it.
As he signals the end of the show, you find yourself back on your knees (probably in front of the cage) again. "How would you assess your performance?" he inquires.
"I apologize for not living up to your expectations, Master," you say.
Your mistake is punished with a slap. "Speak louder!" he orders.
"I apologize for not living up to your expectations, Master!" you shout.
A second slap follows. "Louder!"
"I apologize for not living up to your expectations, Master!" you manage, your vocal cords strained.
He pushes his throbbing cock into your mouth, demanding that you suck on it as a good slave would. You obligingly take him in, and soon, he's unleashing his semen onto your tongue. You anticipate being fed afterward, but he strikes you in the face again.
"Thank you for allowing me to taste your semen, Master!" you say as you pull away, instantly catching your mistake.
"Speak up!" he orders.
"Thank you for allowing me to taste your semen, Master!" you yell, your vocal cords stretched to their limit.
"Well done, pet," he says, before returning you to the cage. "We'll pick up where we left off tomorrow," he declares as he shuts the door with a hissing sound.
Disappointed, you try to resist the urge to fight in your straitjacket, but your hips move sideways as your body craves stimulation. However, with your hands trapped inside the fabric, there's no chance of achieving an orgasm. After an hour of ceaseless grunts and the occasional slap from the gag, you decide to resign yourself to the night ahead, vowing to do better the next day.
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