"Are you in pain? Speak up, I can not hear you."
His tone was taunting, his words cruel. Of course she could not speak, her sweet little fuck hole stuffed and taped then gagged all to ensure she would have to work that much harder when communicating with her Owner.
Such a feisty little bitch, pushing buttons, testing his limits. How he enjoyed her when she bucked only to fall prey to his sadistic tastes.
He knew she was in pain, that was after all, the point of this exercise. He knew her back ached, her thighs burned and her arms stretched to a place of unrelenting turmoil. Nothing about her predicament was pleasurable, well not to her at least. This experience was not about orgasm or delight, it was to remind her who was in charge, it was to assure her that no matter how hard she fought he would never surrender control, that her existence was his to do as he pleased.
Today would be a challenging one for her. She would find herself loathing him only to be reminded just how much she loved him. By night fall her body would be bruised, muscles screaming, mind reeling, desperate for the lesson to end and it would, eventually. For now he would continue to stalk her, reminding her of his presence but never giving her the comfort she so longed for.