Bound and Broken

Alex's POV

Another useless idle day spent in a boring office full of paperwork and awful bosses who treat me like trash.

I was far too annoyed, far too stressed, as I began searching BDSM clubs, submission, and someone else taking control of your life. Somehow it sounded wild yet tugged something within me. The Vault was the name that kept popping up. That was the secret spot where real Doms played rough.

That Friday evening, after work, I drove down to the shady warehouse area. Hands shaking, I parked, and steeled myself to walk up to that door. Bouncer, checked my ID, scanned me and let me in. Sweat, cum, leather and several strange smells fill the air, but all of them dim lights shining over cages, crosses, and people dressed while other walked around naked. Somewhere there are whips cracking, and moans filled the air. I shouldn't be here, but I stepped on.

At the bar, with a drink in hand, is Mistress Elena, I got this because I had seen her photo on the website , and she had the highest ratings. She is tall, clad in a black corset which fitted her well and knee-high shiny boots; dark hair tied back and with sharp bossy eyes. She stared at me and looked straight at me, just like I belonged to her. I froze. There was that smirk and just a motion of her finger ordering me over. I was speechless as I moved toward her.

“Is this your first time?” she asked in a voice so deep that it made the hairs on my arms stand up.

“Yes.” I was staring at the floor. “I've heard about this place, just wanted to check it out.”

She kept the drink she held on the table, stepped closer with the smell of her perfume filling my nostrils. “What's your name, boy?”

“Alex.” I replied.

"You look like you need to chill. Annoyed? Fed up with your dull life?" She asked.

I nodded, surprised that she got it so fast. “Job sucks; all I want is a way to care a little less. And a good fuck.”

She held my chin and turned me to her. “Alright. That's what I do. I break boys like you until they're begging. Your safe word is Red. If you say it, it stops. Otherwise, you listen. Got it?”

"Yes," I whispered.

"Yes, Mistress," she said, tightening her grip.

"Yes, Mistress," I stuttered.

She took me into a small room and then closed the door behind us. The decoration was minimal: a St. Andrew's cross, a bench with straps, shelves full of toys, clamps, whips, and all kinds of things. I could feel my stomach flip, but my cock begin to stiffen.

“Strip,” she said, crossing her arms.

I took off my shirt, my pants, everything till I was completely naked. She walked around me. I heard the click clack of her boots as her fingers touched my chest from behind, pinching my nipple tight. I gasped.

On the bench face down, she said.

I climbed on the leather, it felt cool against my skin. My wrists and ankles strapped together while keeping my legs apart. My ass was out and my balls dangled due to the way she tied me up. She caressed my back and then slapped my buttocks.

“You take what I give, Alex. No crying." She ordered.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She dripped some oil on my back and rubbed in circles, down to my butt. She opened my cheeks, touching my hole with a finger. At that, I tensed.

"Relax ," she snapped, slapping me again. "Or it'll hurt more."

I breathed in while she pushed in one finger, then two, turning it around. It hurt at first, but suddenly I was started moaning with thick leaks of precum from my cock. She chuckled.

“Excited. We'll see how you take these.”

Something cold clamped onto my nipples. I yelped, and they were tightened until the tears welled in my eyes.

“Hurts? Alright. Pain makes you honest.” She said.

With her next whip, leather beat against me on back, one stroke at a time. Each one stung badly. I grunted, body jerked. “Count,” she said.

“One... two... three... “ By twenty, my voice was rough, my was burning, but my cock remained stiff as a sick part of me loved this.

“You're doing great. Now, the real fun.” She said, gently rubbing my balls.

I heard clicking when she buckled something, then the lubes slathering a huge ridged curved dildo. Those sounds were both wet and slick, and she pushed inside my hole slowly yet forceful. I groaned at the feeling of fullness as it stretched my ass.

“It's big,” I gasped. “Re-“

“Take it,” she growled. Pushing it all in was painful enough but pleasurable. She remained still, letting me adjust to it, holding my hips.

“Please...” I begged.

“Please what?” She mumbled as she slapped my balls.

“Please fuck me really hard, Mistress. “ I begged, opening my mouth to allow the saliva come out freely.

She drew back then plunged in hard- fucking my ass in a furious manner. The thrusts hit that spot inside me. Those clamps had me tugging. She reached under, grabbing my cock, and stroking hard.

“You like this, right? Being used.”

“Yes! Yes.” I moaned, shoving back. Sweat fell down my face as I shook my body back and forth. She slapped my ass while I slamming the dildo in and out of my asshole.

I was about to explode. The clamps, the whippings, my hard cock which was now beginning to hurt and twitch, they all did something to me. Something my sick self loved. “I'm gonna cum,” I said.

“Not yet,” she said as she slowed down to deny my orgasm. She pulled the dildo halfway out of my ass, came to my front, held it up and face fucked me hard. Just as soon as she started, she stopped and slammed the dildo back into my ass with no warning, it hit that sweet spot until I cried. This was when she ripped off the clamps off my nipples.

“Now, cum for me.” She groaned as her saliva hand reached my sock, furiously stroking.

Her cruel pounding and stroking had me shooting my cum on the bench, my asshole clenched around the dildo. I fell, exhausted and shaking.

She unbuckled me and rubbed slapped my cock which was now turning soft. “Good boy. How does it feel?”

I was sitting up shakily. My body was sore, but I loved the way I felt for the first time in years. “Free,” I said. “I want more.”

She smiled, handing me a water bottle. “Pay for it and you will. This is just the beginning.”