Asurie's Experiences

Asurie lifts up her head to the sound of a car door slamming in the distance, Master must have had guests over again. The girl lowers her head and grips the chain attached to her collar and curls up against the wooden fence in the yard. The last two days have been rather harsh to say the least, but at least she was let off the harness after a while. She rubs the back of her neck, her joints still sore from that night and sighs, trying to get comfortable in the grass. She looks up at the dog who had gotten to know her all too well in the last couple of nights and shudders. Her memory drifts back to the last few days when Master came out to greet her. She’d stayed hopeful he’d let her go when he came out of the first time, but so far he’d only come out to feed her from a bowl or tie her back up and encourage the dog to rut with her. He’d been stone faced the whole time and she can’t help but worry he might never forgive her for that night. Her eyes trace to the forest and she sighs, wondering what’s beyond the forest. As she does, the dog starts wandering over from the dog house. She shivers, defensively hugging herself as it wanders over, the beast getting more aggressive the more time she spends out here, though he hasn’t been able to have her without Master’s interference. She backs against the post as it wanders closer, panting with a hungry look on its face.

“Down boy.” A voice calls from the house, both Asurie and the dog look up towards the back door of the house curiously to see Master walking towards them. Asurie shivers and grips her chain and defensively twists it in her grasp, not seeing any food bowl in his hand which must mean he’s here to tie her down again. She trembles as he walks, stone faced, towards her and enters the fence. He heads to the post the end of the chain is attached to and latches it, giving it a firm tug. Asurie gasps and falls forward from the force, pouting as she crawls over towards him. Pleading for mercy didn’t work the last three times and this time she doesn’t have it in her to beg another time to him. Feeling tearful, she kneels in front of him, gripping the chain tightly and looking down at his feet, just waiting for him to pick her up and tie her back down. She lets out a little whimper as his hands descend onto her shoulders. He snorts in response and lightly grips her collar, holding it steady and slipping a key into the latch. The girl’s heart jumps for a second, watching the collar open up and slide off of her from the weight of the chain onto the grass, she looks up with surprise as his hands slide under her armpits, lifting her up slowly into his lap.

“M-master?” She says nervously, barely finding her voice. The man lets out a long sigh and his arms wrap around her back, pulling her against his chest into a hug. She swallows harshly, part of her wanting to give the hug right back as tight as she can, but another part refusing to show him any affection after what he just put her through. Her arms tremble behind his back hesitantly before he lets her go, lifting her by her armpit to stand up, leading her towards the house. She follows him silently with a shiver, looking back to the fence as they reach the back door, his dog looking back towards the two of them with a rather sad and disappointed look for a dog. Soon though, they’re inside the house, master walking her slowly towards the bathroom. As they enter, he nods his head towards the tub and pulls his shirt off.

“Hot water, pet.” He says quietly, tossing his shirt onto the sink and pulling down his pants. Asurie’s face lightly blushes, watching him slowly strip down. After a second she hurriedly turns the hot water on, the tub slowly filling up. She swallows, staring at master’s now naked form as he takes her arm, pulling her towards the tub with him. He leans down and lightly splashes the water a few times before sitting down in it, motioning for her to sit in front of him. The girl swallows again, with mixed feelings about sitting with him. The feelings quickly pass of course, both fear and a desire to be held taking over. She steps into the tub quickly and sits down in front of him between his legs, his arms wrapping around her with a soapy wash cloth in hand. She swallows and cautiously rests her back against his chest as his hand lifts up to her shoulder, causing soap to fall down her front. As the cloth slides back and forth over her shoulders and back, she takes a deep breath, finally allowing herself to relax.

“Master Reynold just left.” Master says calmly, guiding the soapy cloth to her lower back. She shivers at the name and nods silently in recognition of the local slave trader. “Heard about my little injury and offered his apologies… and a replacement.” Asurie’s eyes widen slowly at the prospect. Failed slaves are rarely treated well and are usually sold to men without even checking their credentials… She lets out a gasp, suddenly feeling the cloth come up to her breast. Slowly his hand massages her breast, soaping it up slowly and making her bite down onto her lip. “I wonder if you’d be happier with a different master, frankly.” He continues, his hand shifting towards her other breast but massaging that one with the cloth, his other hand lifting and gripping the first one, massaging both slowly and firmly. She breathes in deeply, her cheeks flushing red from the stimulation. “I can always give you back… would you prefer that, pet?” His hand slides down her chest with the cloth, soaping down her belly and down to her slit. She shivers, feeling the cloth glide up and down the folds of her skin a few times before wiggling its way inside. She swallows to hold back any noises, feeling the cloth slide back and forth inside her, cleaning out her depths. “Mm… take your time pet.” He says, rubbing inside her until he’s satisfied, hands going back up to her breasts. As he does, a hot breath escapes from his mouth onto her neck and his grip on her chest tightens. She blushes deeper and holds her breath, this little movement extremely familiar. She spreads her legs lightly as his arms close onto her torso. With his hands still on her breasts, he lifts her slowly up from the floor of the tub and guides her gently onto his waiting prick. A soft moan escapes her mouth as she sinks back into his lap in the hot water, his swollen, stiff member filling her insides. A shiver goes up her spine as his hands massage her breasts slowly and firmly, just letting her settle on his prick for now. She bites down onto her lip, using the long, slow breast massage to think on his words. Surely he’s not actually giving her a choice in the matter, is she? It’s got to be some kind of trick or weird mind game. He doesn’t do that often, but he might have been mad enough to start after the kitchen incident. Of course there’s only one right answer…

“No, master. I want to stay with you.” She says, trying to manage some sincerity but the words coming out sounding a bit mechanical. She looks back to his face, hoping for a smile, but seeing none. Instead his grip on her chest tightens and his fingers lightly twist her nipples. A shiver goes up her spine from the movement and she presses back into his chest with a blush. “Ohhh…”

“I see…” He says quietly. His hands tighten a little and he groans as he sits back against the edge of the tub, his hips rising up and down slowly now. Asurie swallows tightly and rests her head backwards again, feeling his shaft move slowly back and forth inside her. She shuts her eyes and lets a soft moan escape from her throat, her hips rocking back and forth by themselves just a little. Content with enjoying herself for the moment, the girl lets her thoughts drift back to his question, thinking on it a little more seriously. What if it really was her choice? There’s a chance she’d be sold to a master that’s more lenient or a little less... attentive. Then again, this one is pretty easy to read… and he does mess up a few times… the most obvious time being when he left her in the kitchen with a weapon available. It’s almost laughable to think she wouldn’t do something after being abused like that. Then again, he does tend to trust her more than he should. A shiver goes through her body as she ponders, the more she thinks about it, the more she’s sure she’ll have plenty of second chances to either escape or… get some revenge with him as her owner. She moans out, sure of her reasoning now… which is just as well, concentrating on anything else is getting very, very hard. Her hands lightly lift to his hands over her breasts, coaxing them on a little as he steadily massages them, his shaft sliding back and forth faster and faster inside her. He smirks and lightly twists her nipples beneath her hands, lightly bouncing her up and down in his lap in the warm water. The suds start splashing over her belly and his thighs as she’s slid up and down on his member faster and faster. A surge of pleasure jets up her spine and the two of them moan in unison, Master soon thrusting furiously inside her. Her fingers lace tightly with his as she feels herself approach orgasm, the mercilessly fast thrusting quickly putting her head in a daze. Master’s hands soon tighten on her breasts and a dark moan escapes from his mouth into her ear. She gasps, jetting a hand down below her belly button, his thick member swelling fat inside and throbbing, huge spurts of his seed flooding her insides. The heat and the movement easily pushes her past the brink, surprising herself with a moan more loud and lustful than she expected herself to give out, a powerful orgasm coursing through her body like an ocean wave. She pants from the exertion and she grits her teeth, almost frustrated with herself. This part is… probably another good reason to stay. The little sessions when he’s especially tender are certainly… fulfilling.

“I really do wish to remain yours, master…” She says with a shaky breath, feeling him lift her slowly off his shaft. He sets her down in the tub and huffs, standing up with a smirk. She blinks her eyes a few times and watches him stand at the side of the tub, putting his hands to his hips.

“Well you’re going to have to prove it to me, pet.” He says firmly, with a smirk. She bites her lip a few times, looking up to him for a few seconds before recognition. She smiles, a little amused at the demand, and leans over the side of the tub, lightly gripping his shaft and licking the tip. She blinks a few times, hearing master chuckle and lightly grip her cheek pulling her mouth away from his length. “Tempting, but it’s not going to be that easy, pet.” He says with a smirk. Asurie blinks a few times, nervous but certainly not going to screw up this chance. She lets him go and nods with a fake smile, sitting back into the tub.

“If you say so, Master.” She says, repressing a smirk. That feeling quickly fades though when she hears him chuckle and pull on a bathrobe, heading to the door.

“I expect you in the dungeon in fifteen minutes. Don’t bother getting dressed.” Master says with a chuckle. The girl swallows as she watches him leave the bathroom, knowing it’s so very rarely good when he’s amused like that. She does take advantage of the time though, drying off and sneaking to the kitchen again for a snack. With her mouth stuffed with a brownie, she heads towards the dungeon. The door squeaks as she opens it up, Master’s hand lightly taking her arm as soon as she enters. She squeaks a little in surprise as he walks her towards another one of the chairs. Her stomach twists nervously, now realizing why he was so amused; he’s always gleeful when he tests out a new device. She swallows, the fear of him leaving her locked in one again passing through her mind. The last time, after all, was torturous after a while… though it was ok at first, admittedly. This device is different though. It’s another chair, but instead of a hole in the seat as is usual, there’s a slit down the front part of the seat with a wheel. She bites on her lip, noticing the wheel rippled with what look like feathers. “Well, I think you guessed what this one does… let’s get you hooked up, hm?” Master says with a widening grin.

“Y-yes master.” Asurie says with a tremble, walking to the front of the chair and sitting obediently in the seat. Master smirks at the motion and pats her head lightly before he clicks straps around her ankles, arms and stomach, keeping her secure in the seat. She swallows tightly and looks down, one of the feathers lightly pressed against her outsides as it sticks out of the wheel. She whimpers, feeling almost ticklish from the touch of the soft plume on the folds of her skin and knowing what’s coming. Her eyes come back up to Master’s as he smirks, his hand easing along the top of her leg slowly as his other hand reaches down to the tiny control box at the base of the chair. She breathes in and holds her breath, as a soft click echoes through the room. Slowly, the feather slides up the front of her slit, the tip of it gently flicking against her clit before it returns to the air. As that one finishes though, another feather presses to the bottom of her slit and repeats the same motion with the same ticklish feeling. She takes a slow breath, the wheel turning slowly at first, the feathers starting a relentless tease of her skin. Her eyes trace down to the wheel in almost a mystified horror, the touch is so soft and tingly but it’s also very thorough and dry. She bites her lip, fearing the sensation may drive her crazy if left too long, which Master’s sure to do. She looks back to his face with a whimper, seeing him casually stare at her exposed slit as the feathers flutter past her folds. She watches as Master rubs his chin slowly with a smirk on his face, wondering if he plans to wait there until she climaxes this time. After a few seconds though, she quickly realizes why he’s amused, she hadn’t noticed the wheel speeding up. The girl blinks her eyes a few times and looks back down to the wheel, seeing it spinning just a little faster then when she looked at it the first time. She winces in her mind; is everything this machine does subtle in a horrible way? She squirms lightly in the seat, a tiny and frustratingly unfulfilling ripple of pleasure going through her body. Her teeth grit a little, frustrated by her body’s wishes that the things were firmer or reaching deeper. She spends a few minutes in this agonizing tease with Master looking on with a smirk. She only snaps out of her daze when her ears pick up a faint sound of slapping. Another shiver goes up her spine as her senses return to her and her slit feels a little heated. She looks down to her self again in a haze, noticing the feathers feeling more firm for some reason. She blinks, seeing the feathers now tightly scrunched against the stalks from something. She bites on her lip, realizing suddenly that the tips of the feathers have slowly become soaked with her juices, she whimpers, now fully aware of the wet tips flicking rapidly over her clit and skin, faster and faster.

“Again, you barely notice it until it’s already been going on for a while.” Master says calmly, looking up to her face from his comfortable seat in front of her. “So tell me pet, you think you can cum from this?” He asks with a snicker. Asurie shakes her head quickly, not low on breath but a shiver still in her voice.

“I- I don’t think so Master…” She replies, needing a deep breath afterwards. She reflects a moment that there’s a chance she might if she was left in it long enough and if the wheel kept getting faster. Regardless, anything to get her out of this chair is worth it. She watches Master nod a few times in recognition and bites her lip. The seconds tick by without him making any move to release her. She whimpers again and squirms anxiously in the chair, again starting to really feel the slowly increasing speed. She looks down, the feathers are now practically a blur as they gently slap against her skin, getting at least four brushes a second by now, the feeling maddening, not enough to really climax but far too much to simply get used to. She squirms more in the chair, tugging on the restraints and openly whimpering in front of Master as he watches the feathers slap mercilessly against her. After a few seconds of this, he reaches below the chair and tugs something under the wheel. She arches her head in confusion, trying to look at what he did but it quickly becomes apparent. A light splashing sound quickly accompanies the light hum of the motor and the feathers soon start to really slap against her clit and skin, now coated in a very warm and thick liquid. She gasps out and balls her fists, moaning harshly, the feathers, much harder but still flexible, going far too fast for teasing now. She presses her head back against the back of the chair, gasping harshly and moaning out, the tighter and faster slapping pushing her long delayed orgasm to the surface in a flash. With a smirk, Master flicks a switch on the device and the wheel suddenly picks up speed, the feathers slapping blindingly fast now, a shock of pleasure jolting up her spine with each slap. It’s not long before her moans turn into a lusty scream, the feathers pushing her into a white hot orgasm. Her body twitches in pleasure, barely noticing when Master clicks the switch on the device to make the feathers slow to a halt. She gasps when her senses return, panting heavily in the seat with a feather resting on her clit. Her eyes trace towards Master’s face as he chuckles, moving to release her.

“Not bad. It works just as I hoped it would. This was fun pet, go fix yourself something to eat. I’ll be along soon.” Master says, flicking the restraints off her and putting a hand under her armpit, lifting her up to her feet. The girl can only nod for the moment, still a bit dizzy from the time in the chair, but it’s enough to satisfy him. With a slight wobble in her walk, Asurie heads out of the dungeon and shuts the door behind her, heading right to the kitchen. As she walks past the backdoor in the hall though, she glances to it and reaches down, trying the knob a little fruitlessly. To her shock, the knob turns lightly in her grasp. Her heart jumps a bit in shock. Usually Master is VERY good about keeping the doors locked with his key so she can’t get out. He must have forgotten this time when he carried her in… She bites down on her lip, staring at the door as it creaks open in her hand. Images of both the tub and the dungeon flash through her mind for a second as weighs her options. Master expects her to go right to the kitchen after all, there’s really no time to run to the bedroom and get something on herself. Running through the woods naked probably isn’t a good idea… But then again, there might not be another chance like this. She looks back down the hallway quickly, her heart pounding with fear of him seeing her. …Still nothing. She bites down on her lip and sucks in a deep breath, pushing the door open and rushing out. She looks around for a second outside and hurries to a side table, grabbing the table cloth and wrapping it around her hips. She whimpers, it being small but definitely better than nothing. She shoots an evil glare at the dog as she runs past its fence and into the woods. Unfortunately, before she can make more than a few feet past the tree line she comes to a grated fence. Her heart skips, seeing barbed wire at the top of the fence. With no way to scale it, she panics and rushes down the side of the fence. Thirty feet down, see spies a door in the fence. She rushes up to it and looks down at a small panel on the fence with a keyhole and a small indicator light that’s off right now. Desperately, she grips the door and yanks on it, finding it to swing forward and open up with no resistance. She blinks in surprise and looks at the open door for a second, just taking it in. She smirks and rushes forward, thinking Master’s more forgetful than she thought. As soon as she passes through the gate a little buzz sounds. Sooner than she can realize, the ground beneath her slides to the side and disappears, revealing what looks like a top of a giant metal funnel. She gasps and falls forward, hitting the metal and sliding down the sheet with a squeak, along with a couple of leaves. With a squeak she slides into the hole at the bottom and gasps, falling into the hole for a few feet until her feet hit a floor at the bottom. Before she can pull herself up, however, the floor shifts beneath her feet and points upwards in a triangle. She gasps again, feeling her feet slide apart and sink into some warm liquid. She flails her arms frantically for a second and tries to tug herself up, but she quickly finds her feet stuck in place by whatever’s inside. She whimpers, only her breasts, arms and head outside of the hole, wondering what the heck this thing is. She shakes her head a few times in disbelief as she hears a low hum. Master is… completely crazy. He trapped his backyard fence? It’s unbelievable! She struggles in vain a little and whimpers, the goo not giving her an inch of escape. After a few moments of clawing at the metal she gasps, the machine hum becoming a bit louder and a thick tip of rubber presses to her slit.

“Are you kidding!?” She exclaims, wide eyed in terror. Sure enough, what feels like a thick rubber dildo rises slowly up inside of her with the hum of machinery. She winces, the device rising terribly deep inside her before it grinds to a halt. Before she can even attempt to claw at the metal again a soft click is heard below and the rubber begins to vibrate wildly. Her eyes widen and she gasps out loudly, a gasp that twists into a harsh moan, the vibration terribly powerful and the dildo filling her up completely. She claws at the metal as she feels her insides heat up quickly and her face flush, trying desperately to get up but the adhesive below only allowing her as far as her body can stretch itself, which doesn’t come close to getting the device out. The minutes tick by now, with Asurie’s long moans echoing through the empty forest. When her first orgasm finally passes she flops against the metal, bristling with sweat and hoping. Surely master has a silent alarm on this thing… and even if he doesn’t he’ll have to find her eventually. She’ll get out of this eventually… She has to…