The Acceptance

I looked up and saw him standing next to a wooden bench-like structure. I started to get up before he snapped, “When did I give you permission to stand?”

“You didn’t, Master. I’m sorry, Master,” I managed, choosing my words carefully to avoid further pain. Feeling the heat burn to my face in humiliation, I started crawling over to him. When I reached him, he grabbed my hair, forcing me up and over the narrow bench. The beam on the bench ran between my legs and up the centre of my torso, between my breasts, and to my head, which was forced into it. I watched as the Alpha selected a few leather straps and proceeded to strap my ankles to both of the legs of the bench, spreading them open. He did the same with my wrists before selecting two larger straps, then securing my waist and neck to the bench. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back, off my face, before roughly tying it up, before twisting my head, and applying one final strap around my forehead, pushing my cheek, still stinging from the earlier slap, into the bench. 

He knelt in front of me, his face inches from mine, and placed his hand gently on my cheek. “From now on, when you come down here, you’re hair will be tied back. I paid good money for that pretty face; I wouldn’t want it hidden away.”

“Yes, Master,” I said, my stomach twisting at the reminder that this was my life now.

“Good. Now let's see how good these restraints are, yeah?” Quick as a flash, the Alpha’s hand covered my mouth and nose. Panic rushed through me as suddenly I was unable to breathe. I pulled hard against the restraints, desperate to free myself, but all efforts were futile. After what felt like an eternity, he finally removed his hand. I gasped in desperation for oxygen, fully sobbing, the adrenaline still running through me. The Alpha placed his hand on the side of my face. I tried to pull away, but the straps around my neck and forehead proved that impossible. “Shh, shh, shh, shh. It’s okay, you’re being a very good girl,” he hushed as he gently wiped away my tears. He stayed there a few minutes, watching me like a curious scientist who had just found a new specimen. The adrenaline ran its course and eventually my breathing and tears slowed. “Let’s get you checked out now.”

Two fingers ran over my lips and slid into my mouth, parting my teeth. I tasted his sweat as he forced his fingers further into my mouth, making me gag. He pushed my tongue down with two fingers. “Has your mouth ever been fucked?”

My eyes went wide. “‘O, ‘as-er” I muffled around his fingers. He chuckled, removing his fingers and wiping my spit on my hair. He stood and let his fingers trace down my spine as he made his way to my bottom. I felt his fingers trail down my ass cheek, followed by pressure on my asshole. 

“How about here, hmm? You ever been fucked in the arse?” he forced his thumb into my arse, slowly but relentlessly. I squirmed helplessly against the restraints, scared and in pain from the foreign intrusion.

“No, Master,” I squeaked, trying and failing to not let my discomfort show. 

“Well, we’ll save those holes for another time, yeah? I think they each deserve their own special day,” he let out a small laugh while slowly removing his thumb. I heard him move behind me to the side of the room with the cabinets. A few items were placed on my back, heavy and cold. The Alpha loosened the strap around my head before reaching around my head and forcing a hard piece of leather attached to a leather strap into my mouth. He tightened the strap around my head, gagging me, before tightening the strap around my forehead. I gagged slightly, causing me to try and squirm free of the restraints.

“Wouldn’t want you being too loud for the next part, just a precaution,” he said matter-of-factly. He was standing to the side of me, I wasn’t facing. He pinched my nipple, hard, pulling and twisting at it like it was a toy. I squealed and bucked, with little effect on his new torment. After a moment, one of the cold, heavy objects was removed from my back. Two sharp metal teeth clamped around my nipple, tightening as the Alpha fiddled with it. He let go of the object. The weight pulled hard on my nipples, stretching them down painfully, leaving me whimpering into the gag. He moved around me and started working on my other breast. He looked methodical and amused as though he were taking part in a fun hobby. I guess that's all I was to him. 

My muffled sobs went unanswered as I heard the Alpha once again move around out of sight. I listened as his footsteps approached, and my body tensed in anticipation. Suddenly, without warning, a loud slap rang out as a flogger hit my back. He didn’t leave time for me to react before the next hit landed. He continued like that, hitting my upper back and slowly working his way down to my arse. Each hit caused my body to buck, making the weights on my nipples jolt and swing, painfully tugging at me. The brief pause offered little relief before the next hit came. I heard the crack before I felt the searing pain. My shriek was dampened by the gag. The next crack from the cane hit a second later, an inch or so down from the last. My cries and desperate attempts at freeing myself did nothing to stop the Alpha’s abuse as the cane followed the same path as the flogger. 

The last hit came, hard and merciless. I lay, strapped to the bench, naked, spread, and in agony. My whole body was shaking as I sobbed messily into the gag. Alpha Cain walked to the heavy wooden chair, and dragged it across the floor until it was a few feet away from me. He sat and watched silently from a distance, unmoving, like he was waiting. I forced myself to focus on my breathing. In. Out. In. Out. Eventually, my sobbing quietened, and my shaking slowed. “Good girl. Do you want me to remove that gag now? Will you be good?”

I nodded my head as best I could with the head restraint. “Use your words,” he said with a slight smirk.

“‘Es ‘ease, ‘aster. I’ll ‘e ‘ood, ‘aster.” He chuckled as he stood and removed my gag. “Thank you, Master,” I said quickly, wanting to avoid any further beatings.

“You’re learning fast, that’s going to make your time here a lot easier.” He reached under me and twisted the weight still attached to my nipple. I bit down on my lip to stop myself making shouting out. “You want these off, too?”

“Yes, please, Master,” I stopped trying to hide the desperation in my voice. 

“Okay, I’ll remove them in a moment,” he said, kneeling in front of me, eye to eye again. “First though, I asked you a question earlier and you answered wrong. So I’m giving you a second chance. Who are you?”

I stared back at him, the heavy weight of acceptance weighing in the pit of my stomach.

“I am your Athena. Your slave. You own me. You are my Master.”