A Wild Ride

Chapter Two-2

“Please, Master. May I please suck your c**k?” I whispered.

“What did you say, muschi? I did not hear you.”

“May I please suck your c**k, Master?” I repeated louder.

He reached over, wiped the tears from my eyes and brushed my hair back a little.

“Muschi, muschi, muschi… you are a strong one. No one else has held out so long. You are going to be a challenge, but eventually you will accept your role in life. You will understand that there are those of us who lead and command and those of you who obey and follow. I’m glad you have the spunk and willpower to resist me. It will be so much more fun for me to mold you into the slave that you deserve to be.

“You see, muschi, you could have had anything you wanted in life, but you threw it all away. You let yourself slip off the bottom rung of life’s ladder. If you had just had that same determination as you’ve had here tonight, you would have done something with your life.

“Now you are absolutely nothing. You are totally worthless. And now you are my slave, and that is all that you deserve. You may be naïve enough to think that slavery does not exist here in America today, but it does. You have given up every one of those rights that they speak of. You are no longer free. You belong to me. You are bought and paid for. You are just one of my possessions. You are no better than my car or a piece of my furniture. You are just an object that I purchased to give me the pleasures that I demand.

“There is no freedom of speech or freedom of religion in my world. No, muschi… I am the only god you will ever know. You cannot tell me no. You must obey me, for I am everything to you. I allow you to live and only I determine when you will die. I am all you will ever know. There is no freedom of choice or anything else for you. You will never be free again. Your life is in my hands. I will tell you what to think and what to do. You, my young slave, are mine to do with as I please.

“You will serve me, muschi. You will clean my house, cook my meals, wash my clothes and do all the other things that are required of a lowly slave. But you are also my muschi. Do you know what the German word muschi means when translated into English?”

“No…,” I said softly, as I shook my head back and forth.

“It means p***y or cunt. That is what you are, nothing more. You are a worthless slut that will suck my c**k and lick my ass. I will f**k your tight cunt whenever I feel the need, and you will enjoy it. You are my p***y and my c**k sucker. How does it feel to be nothing but a worthless w***e? You will drink my piss and swallow my c*m. And then, you will beg me for more.

“That is only part of your life, muschi. You have seen this chamber. It is filled with devices that will hurt you. There are numerous whips and paddles as well as other things to cause you great pain. You will feel that pain because it excites me. I will make you suffer so much, and you will ask for more because you know it pleases me. That is your life from now on – nothing more or nothing less.

“You told my friend at the antique shop that you had no future. You were wrong, muschi; you were wrong. This is your future. This is your life. There is no possible way to escape it. You made that choice when you answered her ad and went to visit her. You had decided then and there that you wanted to serve a Mistress. It makes no difference whether you grovel at her feet or mine – a Mistress or Master is only a term of submission. You licked her little clit and gave her the pleasure she wanted, and you’ll do the same for me. A clit or a c**k – it makes little difference either. They are so much the same. It is just the size, muschi. It is just the size. Both she and I would get the same results from you. There is little difference between sucking a c**k and licking a p***y. It is just mind over matter. Soon you will enjoy it. You will look forward to sucking my big d**k every morning to jump start my day. You will savor the flavor of my c*m and wish there was more. At night you will offer your p***y to me and hope that I will use it for my pleasure. You will crave my huge, hard c**k. As I shove it deep in your tight little rose bud, you will want it harder and deeper, because it will be your only s****l pleasure. You will never have s*x with a woman again. No, muschi, your only s****l pleasure will be me. So get used to it.

“I am your owner, your Master, your God. You are nothing, and that is all you will ever be – nothing.

“So, muschi, is there something you would like to ask me?”

He lowered his pants and stood there with his soft c**k hanging in front of me. I looked at it and swallowed hard.

“Master, may I please suck your c**k?”

He took his hand and lifted the evil monster, placing it on the narrow wood just in front of my lips.

“Is this what you want, muschi?”

I hesitated before speaking. “Y… y… yes, Master.”

“I can tell that you are not really ready to surrender to me. The only reason you want to suck my d**k is to stop the pain you are in. Is that not right, muschi?”

“Yes, Master. But I could have lied to you and pretended that I wanted to suck your c**k. You would have seen right through my lie and punished me for it. Master… I have never sucked a man’s c**k before. I’ve never even touched one other than my own. I am not gay. I am not a c**k sucker, and I never will be.”

“You are wrong, muschi. You have no choice. You are my c**k sucker, and the sooner you learn that the better off you will be.

“But on the other hand, I am glad that you were being honest with me. Because if you had lied, I would have left you here for several more painful hours. Remember… lying causes pain. Trust me muschi, I will enjoy doing all sorts of painful things to you. You wanted to visit Mistress Catherine and feel the pain as she whipped your skinny little ass. Those few lashes from her crop were nothing compared to what you will get here from me. Your screams will be music to my ears, but you will not have the s****l craving you had with her to ease the pain I will give you. You wanted her, and you wanted her whip. You do not want me or my c**k, and you will not want my whip, at least not yet. That is the difference.

“Now kiss my c**k, muschi,” he demanded. “Kiss it, lick it, taste my man c**k…”

He put it to my lips. I gave it a slight little kiss. Then I licked the very end of the disgusting thing. He chuckled.

“You will learn, slave… you will learn.”

Slowly he put his d**k back into his pants and zipped them up.

“I will be back later and see if you are really ready to worship my cock.”

“No, Master. Please let me do it now. I am ready. I will suck your c**k. I’ll do whatever you want. Don’t leave me like this any longer. Please, Master.”

He just chuckled and walked away.

And so the pain and agony of my hideous position continued. I couldn’t straighten out my legs or take my entire body weight from the balls of my feet. Muscles cramped and knotted even harder from being unable to move, and there was no end in sight.

I fought the position as much as possible in the darkness of the chamber. I wiggled and moved as much as I could, but it was not enough. Time crept by slowly, as I anxiously waited for him to return. My mind drifted in and out of consciousness. There was no relief. My only escape was to give in and accept this new way of life. To stop the agony I had to really want to suck his c**k. I finally realized I was ready. I had no choice. I would do as he wished.

At least another hour passed before the lights came back on, and he entered the dungeon. He knew he had won. He wore a leather vest and a tiny pair of skin-tight leather shorts with a shiny zipper that started at the waist band and disappeared somewhere between his legs. I suspected it went all the way up the back as well, making his ass easily available.

“Are you ready, muschi?”

“Yes, Master. Please let me suck your c**k. I want it.”

He unzipped his shorts and let his huge dong hang out before me. I looked at it, swallowed hard and asked again.

“Please, Master, let me taste your beautiful c**k. Let me suck it and lick it and give you the pleasure you desire.”

He slowly lifted it so the head of the monster was right in front of my lips. I opened my mouth and tried to lick the end of it. He stepped closer and put the massive head between my lips. Instantly I felt my stomach react. I thought I was going to throw up. I hesitated for a moment. Reluctantly I closed my mouth over the soft flesh and worked my tongue around its mushroom-shaped head. Slowly his c**k started to grow. I licked and sucked the monster, as he pushed it in deeper.

My movements continued and so did his. Three or four inches of his now hard shaft were sliding in and out of my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and slowly started to f**k my mouth. I never let up licking the underside of his d**k and running my tongue around it.

Suddenly he was hitting the back of my throat, and I started to gag.

“Relax, muschi. Just relax. I know this is new to you, but you must find peace and relax. You must accept this. It is your life. Breathe through your nose and relax. There is no hurry. I will go slow and let you get used to it. Come on; breathe and accept it.”

He kept up a steady pace, as I sucked and licked. There were times when he pulled partway out so I could work my tongue around the head of his meat. Then he continued to f**k me, sliding it in and out of my mouth, slowly going deeper and deeper.

As he pushed deeper into my throat, I would start to gag once more.

“I’m sure you have heard of a hummer,” he explained. “Even though you are not happy, hum a little tune. It will help to keep you from throwing up, by taking your mind off of it.”

Believe it or not, it helped. I didn’t hum an actual tune but a steady low-pitched noise rattling out of my throat helped me take his huge c**k even deeper.

After several minutes I felt his movements change. I knew he was about to blow. I didn’t know what I was going to do with a mouth full of c*m.

With a few grunts his c**k hit my throat and huge gobs of hot jism filled my mouth.

“Swallow it muschi. It is my gift to you. Taste it. Swallow it, slave. Enjoy it.”

I tried, but I choked and coughed. Some of his jism even filled my nostrils, as I tried to please him.

“Relax and swallow,” he whispered, as his fingers rubbed through my hair.

Finally, he pulled out, and I shook my head back and forth as much as possible.

“Do not spit it out, or I will leave you here until morning. It will not be long, and you will learn to deep throat my c**k and eagerly swallow my c*m. You will crave it and want it more often. Trust me, muschi. It will happen.”