Break Me

The Playroom

I wake up to someone kissing my forehead. I open my eyes slowly, yawning and squinting against the bright light of the bedroom.

"Wake up, pet. I have a surprise for you," Master says quietly.

I sit up. "Yes, Master," I reply, trying to sound more awake and enthused than what I really am.

Master attaches my leash to my collar once again and pulls on it lightly. I follow him out of the room and down the hall to where he has set up our "playroom." He opens the door and I gasp loudly. The room is filled with all sorts of different things, some familiar and some that I have never seen before. There is a bed, similar to the one in his room, but with chains already mounted to the posts. There are toys of every kind lining the walls. My eyes dart around the room. I'm going to have to get used to this.

Master pulls me inside and wraps my leash around the bed post. "This is where we will be spending a lot of time together, pet. This room will be for our play time, your rewards, and your lighter punishments. For when you do something really wrong, we have the dungeon." He smirks when I shudder at the sound of the word. Horrible things happened in the dungeon that I grew up in.

"Since you are new to my household, we'll start you off easy. How does that sound?"

I nod. "Yes, Master. That sounds very good."

He grins. "Good." He undoes the leash. "Up on the bed."

I do as he says, climbing up onto the large bed and laying down on my back, waiting. He reaches over me, gently pulling my one arm above my head and locking it with one of the chains to the bed post. He does the same with my other arm. I shiver with pleasure and uncertainty as he brushes a hand down my chest, to my stomach, then gently over my now semi-erect member. He grabs one ankle, pulling it to the post and locking it there, tightening the cuffs so that I cannot move. He grabs my other leg and pulls it until it will go no further, then locks it in place. "I won't blindfold you quite yet, my pet. We'll save that for when I know you are ready."

I nod, but say nothing. Then, he starts to remove his clothing. He unbuttons his shirt and tosses it aside. Then, he slides out of his pants, and finally, his boxers. His body is just as perfect as his face. I feel inferior compared to him. He climbs over me, leaning down to gently kiss my neck. A shiver runs down my spine as he continues to do this, running his hands down my chest to my n*****s, giving them each a gentle squeeze, making them harden. I groan, and he stops, sitting up. Did I do something wrong?

"Oh, I forgot. You are not to make any sound today, and you are not to release unless I tell you to. Understand?"

"Yes, Master," I reply quietly. He goes back to kissing me. I bite my lip to keep myself from making any noises as his kisses travel down further, to my chest, then my stomach, then to my thighs, around my member, but never on it. I raise my hips slightly, needing friction on my member. He pushes them back down and continues to tease me. He seems to be enjoying it.

I let out a small gasp as he finally takes my member into his mouth, running his tongue along it, taking me in almost entirely. He continues doing this for what seems like hours. I try not to release, but I am so close. I press my hips up against him, and I release, moaning as I do. He swallows, but when he looks up at me there is anger written all over his face. I gulp. Now I am in for it...