Asurie's Experiences

Ending # 1: Master's Heart

Two weeks later...

As the noon-day sun reaches its peak, Master flips the white curtains of his front window aside, staring at the driveway as Taylor's mini van pulls up. His eyes squint from the shine off the van's hood as he watches Taylor casually climb out, snapping her fingers in the air as she strides towards the front door, the passenger side door opening almost immediately with Asurie stepping out and following behind her, garbed only in a black leather strapped teddy and a distant expression on her face. He cringes and lets the curtain fall back into place, walking slowly to the door as Taylor lightly knocks. He hesitates for just a moment before opening up the door.

"Hello there darling." Taylor says with a bright smile, leaning on the doorway in the dark, violet dress she usually wears. Master's eyes dart from her face to Asurie's for a moment before stepping backwards and waving his arm lightly towards the living room.

"Always a pleasure Taylor. Please... make yourself comfortable." He says with a stoic tone, eyes darting back to Asurie's face as she stares ahead, hands folded in front of her.

"Don't mind if I do." Taylor chimes, her hand lightly brushing his stomach as she walks past him and sets herself comfortably on the couch, noticing two glasses of wine on the coffee table. She smiles and picks one up lightly, swishing it back and forth, staring at the liquid thoughtfully. "I can't wait to show you the results of training... Maybe she can fix us some lunch... though of course, she's officially yours again. I can't just order her around anymore." She laughs pleasantly. "...Such a pity." With a smirk she glances over to Master and Asurie for a moment and blinks once, seeing him pretty much fixated on the girl, his hand lightly brushing her cheek as she looks back into his eyes.

"I don't have much of an appetite, honestly." Master says in a low voice, tearing himself away for a moment and sitting in a nearby chair, leaning over with his elbows on his knees. "...No scars, right?"

"You wound me, dear." Taylor says with a laugh, swishing her wine again. "You know very well I don't leave scars when I train. I'm much better than that."

"...I'm aware." He says quietly, watching Asurie stand in place, just watching the two of them. "Asurie... you can sit down." He calls out to the girl. She bows lightly and walks to the couch, kneeling on the floor and looking down.

"I'm sure you're noticing a real absence of her attitude, hm?" Taylor says with a smirk, putting a hand on his. "Oh DO let me show off my work, I've been waiting for days to really show her off."

"...Alright, if you're that anxious." He sighs lightly, looking towards her. "Go ahead and give her an order or two."

"Excellent." She says, setting down her glass and clapping. "Asurie, stand up." With a gasp, the girl suddenly rises to her feet and folds her hands in front of her, standing and facing them.

"Yes mistress." Asurie says quietly, looking between her and Master.

"Good girl. Now take that top off, give your poor repressed master a nice show." Taylor coos out, watching her. Without hesitation, Asurie reaches up to the leather buttons on her outfit and clicks them off, letting the leather fall down and her breasts hang out of the outfit in front of them. She blushes lightly and lifts them up with her hands, looking to Master for approval. He stares at her a little dumbfounded and shifts in his seat.

"My that... was prompt." He stammers out for a second, Taylor laughing lightly at his reaction.

"Oh yes, no protests or whining... She learned so fast not to do that." She muses, taking a sip of her wine and smirking, watching him stare. She lets a moment pass and turns back to Asurie, smirking. "Your master seems to approve. Give him a nice show of what he'll get to enjoy soon." Her finger flicks lightly towards the girl's hips and Asurie nods blankly. The girl's hands lower from her breasts and travel downwards quickly, clicking another button and letting a patch of leather fall from between her legs, exposing her slit. She swallows and spreads herself with two fingers, staring at Master with a deepening blush. Master stares again with a bit of a shocked look, Taylor's grin widening the more she gets his reaction. "Tell Master how eager you are for him, Asurie, nice and detailed." Taylor coos out, looking back to her.

"I am eager for master's cock to pound my wet little slit." Asurie says with a shaky voice, still holding herself open with her fingers, staring at Master. Taylor grins widely and turns her head back to Master, who still stares at the girl with wide eyes.

"What do you think? These orders are child's play. I could get her to suck off your dog without flinching." She says with a grin, getting Master to blink out of his trance and look at her with that statement. "Not that I made her go through with it, of course, but I know she would." She laughs pleasantly and sips her wine again, getting a brief giggle. "Oh your expression is making me feel tickled pink. You honestly can't believe your eyes, can you?"

"No... I can't." Master responds candidly, looking to Taylor with a slightly dazed expression. She grins and glances from his face to his lap for a second and stands.

"Well I can tell you're quite eager to enjoy the fruits of my labors. You and I will talk later over dinner tomorrow. My place. Eight-o-clock. I have a few ideas on how you can thank me." Taylor says with a grin, heading slowly to the door, lightly patting Asurie on her bottom as she passes by, the girl barely making a sound from the pat.

"I'll be there, Taylor. I'll look forward to it." Master responds, standing up with a bit of a wobble, watching her head to the door.

"Excellent. I'll have everything ready, dear." She responds, heading out of the door and shutting it tight. As it closes, Master looks back to Asurie with a strange look on his face, the girl not moving an inch from her position, still holding herself open, a deep blush on her face. They stare at each other for nearly a full minute before Master speaks up.

"Asurie... stop that." He says quietly. The girl shivers and quickly retracts her fingers, letting her slit finally close, her hands folding in front of her again. Master swallows, watching her and steps forward, walking up to her front. Asurie swallows dryly and keeps her eyes fixed on his face, knees quivering just a little, unconsciously preparing herself to take him, slit moistening just a little. She shivers and shuts her eyes as he leans in, arms wrapping around her back and pulling him to his chest... And holding her there. She shivers, lightly, arms at her sides, feeling Master's hand rub her back gently. "Oh Asurie... I'm sorry." He whispers, holding her gently against him. The girl trembles in his arms, at a complete loss at how to respond.

"M-master?" She says with a weak voice, shivering against him. After a moment he backs up, shaking his head and releasing her.

"You don't have to wear that..." He says, looking her over again. "Please just... get into something you like."

"I... I want to wear what master tells me to." Asurie says, quivering in her place, not entirely sure what to do. "Shall I get into my costume?"

"No!" He snaps suddenly, looking at her. "Wear whatever is comfortable. Something less... revealing."

"I-if you say so master." Asurie states, turning to the door.

"It's not an order!" Master suddenly says with almost a pleading tone of voice.

"If it pleases master, I'll change." She says curtly, heading to her bedroom.

"Ugh, Asurie just... do whatever you please, ok?" Master calls back a bit more exasperated.

"Whatever pleases master pleases me." Asurie states emphatically, turning back to him. Master nearly doubles over, a hand on his forehead, seemingly breaking into a cold sweat.

"Asurie don't... don't do this. Go back to how you were." He says, voice shaken.

"T-that's impossible master." Asurie states, a real fear sounding in her voice for not being able to comply with an order.

"Don't say that!!" He suddenly pleads, walking up to her. Asurie shrinks a little fearfully, looking up to him.

"I-I'm sorry master!" She pleads back, quivering as they stare at each other. Master goes through a plethora of facial expressions, ranging from worry, desperate thinking and hope in that order. After a full minute, he takes a deep breath and looks to her eyes.

"Ok then. You know never to harm your master no matter what, right?" He questions with the same shaken voice.

"Yes master!" Asurie replies eagerly, nodding her head in relief to have a question she can answer.

"Good. Then slap me. That's an order." Master states with a slightly calmer voice. Asurie blinks in confusion and her knees start quivering again.

"M-master... that... I don't understand." She says weakly, looking to his face. Her throat goes dry as she looks towards his face, his expression making it clear he's not joking around with the order. A deep-rooted fear wells up in her stomach, knowing full well that she's damned either way this plays out, both never to harm master and never disobey an order. Nearly coming to tears, her hand rises slowly into the air, shaking like a leaf. She pulls her hand back very slowly, a giant well of terror shooting through her as she hesitates. Master simply stares back at her silently, waiting for her, looking like a cobra, just waiting for its prey to screw up. Her mind reels as her hand quivers in the air, going back and forth between the two options, imagining the horrible punishments for both of them. A tear rolls down her cheek as she stares at him and she suddenly stops breathing. All at once, the deep seated fear ignites and a rising anger builds up in her arm. He KNOWS this is impossible! He's doing this JUST to make her suffer for the hell of it! Her teeth suddenly grit and her eyes light on fire again, the girl hauling off and bringing her hand against his cheek with such a loud smack the nearby lamp rattles on its stand.

"Y-YOU BASTARD, SICKO, SADSITIC ASSHOLE. STOP FUCKING WITH ME!!!" She screams at the top of her lungs, barreling forward and slamming her side against Master's chest furiously. He stumbles backwards and blinks, grabbing her wrists tightly to keep her from punching him. She struggles furiously and screams out, tears of frustration and despair streaming down her cheeks, finding herself easily overpowered by his grip, her body left weak and helpless from the last two weeks. After a minute her struggles stop and she hangs her head, weeping and sobbing. With no movement from Master though, save for the grip on her wrists, she lifts her head to see him smiling down to her, his left cheek a bright red.

"Done." He says, seemingly referencing her screamed request. He lets her hands go and lets out a relieve breath, smiling to her still. Asurie blinks a few times and rubs her wrists, looking at him with a mix of confusion and anger.

"W- what?" She stammers out, wanting to collapse from the swirl of emotions.

"I'll stop fucking with you." He states, laughing weakly and turning away and sitting down in his seat, absently rubbing his cheek and staring at the ground. Asurie's shoulder droop with confusion, staring at him almost blankly again.

"S-stop messing with me... please." She states again, voice raw.

"Please... sit down and hear me out." Master says, lightly waving his hand to the couch. Asurie swallows, not fully trusting him still but sitting on the couch despite that, gripping the armrest tightly. "Asurie... I'm sorry. I let this place warp my head... I came here because people liked my toys, I really... didn't think through owning someone. 'Yeah sure, it'll be great to always have a willing girl around' I thought. ...But I wasn't thinking. I don't want you broken. Hell, I don't want you unhappy anymore." He lifts his head suddenly and looks to her with a soft, sad expression. "I had no right to do what I did. I will never, ever force you to do something again Asurie. You can stay here as... ...No... No. ...I'll help you escape. That's what you want, isn't it? To run off? Be free? Finally be rid of this place?" He asks, voice trailing off with a rather strong hint of pain. The girl stares in disbelief at him, mouth agape at what he's saying. Freedom? Apologies? She pinches her cheek for a moment to make sure she's not dreaming and blinks her eyes.

"Ah... y-yes. Of course I do." She stammers out, a chill going up her spine as her body relaxes again. With a blush she quickly buttons up the leather on her outfit again, covering herself up.

"..Alright then. I'll... think of something. I just need a good plan to get you out." He says, choking out the last few words as he stands, heading to his bedroom. Asurie quivers and watches him go in disbelief. After a moment, her eyes blink, part of her brain that hadn't quite caught up with the situation telling her now's the perfect time to run... which was true. The doors are all unlocked, Master left his keys on the rack... But for the first time in ages, the panic is gone. The girl gets up slowly and heads to her room, changing out of the leather and into a comfortable pair of jeans and a shirt. She stares at herself in the mirror for a moment, thoughts drifting through the time she spent in the house, the punishments and the tender moments flooding back to her. She glances back to her bed and sits on it, getting a strange feeling of loss, knowing she'll never sleep in it again. For a moment her thoughts drift back to her dream and she looks out the window, a distant look on her face. Master did some pretty crazy things to her... though punishments tended to involve sexual pleasure rather than pain with him. She shuts her legs suddenly, thinking back to the time she spent in his devices, tied up with toys and nestled in his lap. Her face starts to flush and she rubs her legs together slowly, getting a shiver, her mind drifting back to when she was first enslaved. Naively she had responded to a personal ad for people who are 'curious about their submissive side'. A few playful, non-sexual sessions with them was all it took... she literally let them tie her up and cage her, she just didn't know they were going to make her playful dreams all too real. They're kidnappers and con artists for sure and Asurie grits her teeth, wishing that slave dealer would drop dead at her feet. But after her anger subsides she looks back over the house and rubs her arm, taking a full stock of everything and losing herself in thought. Five minutes later she knocks on Master's bedroom door and lets herself in.

"Asurie?" Master says, looking up from his desk, a mess of folders of what look like rule sheets covering the wood. Asurie stares at him and leans on the doorway, rubbing her arm anxiously.

"...What was that other option...?" She says, looking down at the floor. "About staying with you?" Master drops the pen in his hand on the floor, staring at her dumbfounded.

"Y-... you'd just live here. No orders, no forcing. You'd... be a guest really. You'd have to be discrete if you wanted to visit town or take a trip of course... We'd need to keep up appearances."

"H-hey. What's your name anyway?" She suddenly asks, walking towards him.

"A... Aaron." He says, with a confused look.

"Well Aaron..." She sighs out, walking up to him and hugging him around the shoulders from behind. "I'm free to go anytime, am I right?"

"Of course... Say the word." Aaron says, voice trailing off as he stares back at her with a mix of hope and confusion.

"Well hey, if it's always going to be up to me. I can just do what I like, right?" She says distantly, getting a slightly tighter hug on his shoulders. "I might be willing to try something consensual here... you know... if it stays fun." She finishes, looking up to the ceiling, a slight blush on her cheeks.

"I think there's enough entertainment around here for that..." Aaron says, looking up to her.

"Maybe if you're real nice I'll still help you try out the... fun devices." Asurie says with a deepening blush, tugging unconsciously at his shirt. A full smile cracks on Aaron's face as he looks up to her, a hand gently resting over hers. Asurie looks down to him for a moment and blushes, leaning in and kissing his lips. The two of them sink into a close hug soon after, cuddling to each other softly. After a moment, Asurie breaks the kiss and puts a finger to his lips, staring at him. "Oh, and I want nothing to do with Taylor, ever, ever again."

"Easily done." Aaron says with a bright smile, a hand rubbing her cheek gently. Asurie looks to him, laughs and gets right back to kissing him, the first feeling of relaxation she's had in a long time finally washing over her.


Epilogue...

"How's that feel?" Aaron asks Asurie eagerly, notepad in hand and kneeling at her side next to a new device. The girl moans out, resting in a set of open, unlocked stocks, two slick, vibrating toys thrumming in her slit and ass, held there by a few wires.

"Good... damn good." She moans out, balling her fists and grinding her hips against the toys. "Crank them up a notch."

"Hey, Taylor's going to be here in a few. I'm gonna have to at least serve her dinner." He says with a sigh. "We're going to have to get you out of this... maybe you can watch that movie while I try to get her out of here."

"Or hey, you can crank up the toys and lock me in until dinner's over." Asurie says with a lusty grin, looking to his eyes. Aaron blinks and bites his lip with a smile, closing the stocks and locking them up slowly around her.

"I guess this model get your approval." He says with a light laugh, clicking the toys right up to 'high'. Asurie moans out hungrily and looks up as he plants a long, deep kiss on her lips, a small remote slipping into her open palm. "That's the remote for the toys. If you get sick of them, just click it and it'll stop. I'll be back as soon as I can, Asurie." He states, kissing her lips sweetly before getting up and rushing back out of the dungeon.

"Have fun. ...Master" She whispers out, immediately tossing the remote out of her reach and relaxing in the stocks, moaning luxuriously as the loud toys thrum inside her. She squirms in ecstasy in the bonds and coos, feeling an orgasm start to build up. "I've got the best of both worlds now..." She whispers to herself, head lowering contentedly as she lets the machine do its work.