It had been two days since Reynard put the gag in my mouth and two days since he had looked at me outside of a casual glance when he brought me sustenance. My question about Wyatt had struck a nerve—one that didn’t seem to be easily numbed once I exposed it. On the first day, I got breakfast in the morning and then stayed in the darkness until he returned many hours later to give me dinner. As soon as I was done eating, I was put back in my cage. The second day seemed to be headed in that same direction because I had been in the darkness since breakfast with no sign of his return. I wondered if he was going to just ignore me for the full week—if my question had delayed my eventual release by that long.

One question. It’s probably the key to everything, yet I’ll never be able to ask it.

I heard a sound at the door, and when it opened, I expected the same treatment as I got the night before, especially when Reynard brought in a plate of food. He brought my food, opened the cage, and removed the gag. I waited for him to leave before I started eating, but he walked over to the chair and took a seat instead. I was too hungry to care if he watched me devour my food, so I started stuffing what I could into my mouth. I had enough at breakfast to keep me from starving, but it didn’t mean I wasn’t hungry—mostly I just needed water. I noticed, once I started eating, that he was flipping through the paper he had left behind.

Am I going to get a chance to fulfill one of those promises tonight? Will it be one that takes my virginity?

The strange thing was that I actually craved his touch after having it denied for two days—even if it was cruel. I used to cherish my solitude—dive headfirst into my introverted nature as often as possible. I didn’t realize that my brief visits with Cassie and my conversations with the men I talked to online were giving me enough social contact to fill that need. Loneliness was a new feeling for me, but it was one that left me with a different kind of longing. I’d take his cruelty if it meant I got something other than silence. I’d give him my body if it meant contact. I didn’t have a choice—when he wanted to take me, he could. My body was as much his as it was mine—and I had never truly used it for anything productive. That was going to change when I started using it to fulfill my promises.

“Tonight, you’re going to make good on another promise.” It was a statement, not a request.

Yes Master. I nodded my response, but I said the words he would have wanted me to say in my head—maybe I was just preparing for the moment when he gave me permission to speak.

“I think this one will suffice.” He threw a piece of paper on the ground.

James Crawford. The man from New Orleans—a rather sadistic man, if memory served—and memory didn’t have to fill in all the gaps because the chat log was right in front of me. His desires were dark—perhaps as dark as Reynard’s were. He was an easy target because he lived his entire life in the light—he didn’t let the world see his evil intentions, so when I threatened to reveal them, he quickly paid my price. I didn’t get much time to look at the words I had typed, or what he said he would do to me because Reynard grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to my feet as he stood. I felt a gag going back into my mouth, but it wasn’t the same one I was wearing before. That one was on the table beside him. The one he put in my mouth had a ring that fit behind my teeth, and it didn’t have a ball attached to the front.

I remember John mentioning something like this—a ring gag that would keep my mouth wide open for his use.

“Tonight, we’re going to my playroom,” Reynard growled and then started pulling me towards the door by my hair.

I got a chance to see the house where I was being held, but only a glimpse as I was taken down a hallway towards a large oak door. The house appeared to be huge—magnificent even. Reynard was wealthy, but that shouldn’t have surprised me. Wyatt’s family owned the company he worked at, and if he was well off—then so we were his brothers. The oak door was pulled open and Reynard led me down a staircase. When we got to the bottom, he flipped on a light and I saw what he meant by playroom—it was a dungeon of sorts—one that would have made some of the men I made promises to salivate.

A spanking is probably going to feel like nothing compared to what I endure in here.

I saw a wall to my right that had multiple implements of punishments—toys in a Master’s hand—all designed to make a submissive woman cower—or crave them. I told John I craved several of those things—the leather strap, a thin rattan cane, whips, paddles—both leather and wooden. On the other wall were drawers—probably filled with other items of torment. I saw cuffs—leather and steel—many things that could be used to bind. The middle of the room had a leather bench, and that seemed to be my destination. He took me to it, made me lay in my back, and then he started to fasten the cuffs at the bottom to my hands and feet. I was at his mercy—as if I wasn’t already. The cuffs made it impossible for me to escape. I wouldn’t even be able to complain with the gag in my mouth—although I was too terrified to speak.

“You told James Crawford that you liked to be tormented—that pain was nothing more than a tease.” Reynard walked over and opened one of the drawers, but I couldn’t see what he was getting. “Let’s find out if the girl on the other side of the chat was just telling lies, or if you really do like to feel pain.”

Reynard returned and snapped a clamp on my right nipple. It stung and made me want to scream. I whimpered against the gag, and then another one was put on my left nipple. They made my nipples sting and burn at the same time. Reynard moved his hands along my body, rubbing my clit before giving it a firm smack with three of his fingers. I recoiled, but there was nothing I could do but take it. The cuffs made sure I couldn’t even move my hips to avoid another one if he wanted to give it to me—thankfully he didn’t. I heard a match and the smell hit my nostrils. A few seconds later, Reynard approached with a candle—one that appeared to have fast melting wax. He tilted it to the side and the wax started ripping down onto my breasts.

Oh god—that hurts—I’m afraid to scream.

Reynard dripped the wax on my nipples, down my abdomen, and let a few drops fall on my clit. Fear of screaming no longer mattered—that hurt too much for me not to cry out. He didn’t seem to be upset by my whimper, in fact, I think it turned him on. He spent nearly an hour torturing me with the candle wax, letting it burn skin that had never been kissed by fire before. There was something erotic about it, even though it wasn’t something I would have sought out on my own. He had all the power—I had none. That was a strange feeling—one that pulled at my mental fortitude. Did I actually like it? I felt my pussy getting wet—desires burning my soul like the wax burned my skin. When the candle was snuffed out, I felt an almost—sadness. I wasn’t going to feel that pain anymore.

But he has more in store for me—he’s going for one of the whips.

“Teased and tortured,” Reynard chuckled. “I wonder how much of a tease this will be.”

Reynard snapped his wrist and I felt the whip strike my inner thigh. It was a cat-o-nine tails with several braided strands. It was hard enough to leave a sting behind, but not so hard as to break skin. A whip like that could have easily peeled away a layer of skin of Reynard wanted it to. He whipped my inner thighs several times, coming dangerously close to my pussy, but never letting one of the braided strands land there. Then he worked on my abdomen—my breasts—the nipples that were clamped. The whip chipped away at the wax when it got to my breasts—and then I felt it strike my exposed nipple. The clamp caught most of the impact, but that just made it twist and shoot agony through my veins.

“Ow…” I pushed my tongue against the gag and whimpered.

I immediately felt the whip—a little harder than before. I had managed to form a word instead of a scream, even with the gag in my mouth—I wasn’t supposed to talk. Reynard punished me for it with several hard snaps of the whip. I wished I could close my mouth—I could bite my tongue—that would keep me silent. But the gag kept my mouth open, so all I could do was mentally tell myself not to speak again. Reynard worked me over with the whip until my flesh was sore—soreness that extended from my breasts to my inner thighs. I saw him put the whip back on the wall and then he walked back over. I looked up at him—wondering what else he had in store for me.

“Turn over.” Reynard leaned down and started unfastening the straps.

Yes Master. I nodded and obeyed, feeling the cool leather against my punished flesh as I turned over on the bench—it actually felt good against the burn.

“You’re so fucking wet.” I felt his hand on the back of my thigh once the cuffs were put back in place. “I guess it wasn’t a lie when you said this would turn you on.”

I never imagined that would become reality.

“I’m going to use your mouth, and then I’m going to attach a vibrator to your clit—one that will hum for the entire night—you remember him telling you about that, don’t you?” Reynard chuckled and positioned my chin against the leather.

Oh god—no, please don’t!

I didn’t get a chance to think about the vibrator. Reynard unfastened his pants and pushed his dick into the ring gag—and my mouth was his as long as he wanted it. I could barely use my tongue, much less my lips. Reynard shoved his cock deep in my throat—gagged me—and then started to fuck my mouth. I remembered when John said he would do that to me—I remembered how much I told him I would love it. The reality was different, yet it still made my pussy react and it sent a strange excitement through my body. That excitement was going to last long because an entire evening of torment awaited me when he was done. I took his length—over and over until I felt him start to throb.

“Such a filthy mouth—designed for taking cock and nothing else.” He let out a gasp and then he started to erupt in my throat.

It was harder to swallow with the ring gag. He emptied his load and when he pulled back, his lust was pooled against my tongue and dripping down my chin. I couldn’t tilt my head to force it down my throat. I felt his hands on my body. Even after being punished, I was still feeling that urge—a need to come. I heard a drawer being opened and then he started fastening something around my waist—something that pressed against my clit when it was secured. He walked back in front of me and I saw a remote in his hand.

“I have a camera right there.” He pointed to the wall, where I assumed the pinhole was what he referenced. “I’ll be watching you—and every time you feel the vibration get stronger—I’m enjoying your torment.”

He held out a remote and pushed a button—one that made the vibration immediately start. It amplified, then lowered—lowered to nothing more than a slight buzz. I knew I was going to be wearing the harness all night—that was what John said he would do to me. Reynard walked to the door and turned out the lights without another word—then the vibration got stronger. I moaned as all of the desires that had been bottled while I was being punished started to flood my veins—but he didn’t give me enough to come. He let it tease me until I was at the cusp of bliss—and then it was turned off. I felt the aching—the need—desires that had never been stronger—then, the vibration started again. It was dull, but it got faster—until I was about to come again. Then he turned it off for the second time. And that was just the beginning.