The First Time

“Good,” he said before pulling the weights of my breasts. I let out a sharp breath as the clamps pinched me and the blood rushed back. My Master loosened the strap around my head and neck and gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead. He then made his way down my body, loosening the straps until I was no longer restrained. “I want you to kneel, resting your bottom on your heels.”

“Yes, Master,” I said and quickly stumbled off the bench and into the position, wincing through the pain still radiating in my body. 

He put the tip of his shoe between my knees and moved it back and forth. “Spread them,” he demanded. I did as he asked, moving my legs apart, leaving myself feeling exposed and vulnerable. “Perfect,” he said once I knelt with my legs uncomfortably wide. “Fold your arms behind your back, keep your posture straight, and look at me.” I tried to keep a straight face as my folded arms made contact with my bruised and beaten back. The position left me open, with my breasts thrust out before me. My Master took a step back, looking down at me. “This is position one. You will be in this position whenever I enter the room, unless I have explicitly directed otherwise. Now, repeat the rules so far back at me.”

“You are my Master, and I will address you as Master. My hair is to be tied back when in this room. And I am to be in this position, position one, when you enter the room unless ordered otherwise.”

“Well done. Another thing, while in these chambers, you are to remain on your hands and knees, unless I say not to.” He walked away, briefly grabbing something from inside a cabinet. He made his way back to me and squatted in front of me. “Read this for me,” he handed me a metal collar, cold and heavy. On the front was a tag.

“Property of Alpha Cain,” I read. He took the collar and placed it around my neck. He closed it until it clicked shut and took out a small key, tightening the collar until it was snug against my skin, but not quite tight enough to affect my breathing. “Just in case you get lost. Now, make your way to the bed and lie on top of your shift.”

I crawled over, trying to ignore the fact that my bare ass was on display. I climbed onto the bed and lay down, hands on my stomach, staring at the ceiling. I knew what was coming next, and anxiety was twisting my stomach into knots. He followed behind, towering over me. “Bend your knees,” I did as I was told. He got onto the bed and pulled my knees apart, forcing himself in between my legs. I tried to focus on my breathing, begging my body not to show how scared I was. Suddenly, his hand made contact with my breast, hard and fast. I let out a small yelp before he snapped, “Look at me! While in this room, you will maintain eye contact with me!”

“Yes. Sorry, Master,” I said, barely above a whisper.”

“Unbutton my trousers, take my dick out,” I begged my hands to stop shaking as I hastily undid his buttons. I quickly made eye contact with my Master, one final plea that went unanswered. I pulled down his underwear, allowing his cock to spring forward. It was far larger than I imagined; it was a wonder how he managed to contain it in his trousers. My stomach tightened thinking about how it was going to fit in me. I caught myself staring and quickly looked back to my Master, feeling heat rush to my cheeks. “Impressive, right?” He said with a cocky grin. “I can’t imagine this is going to feel good for your first time. I’m sure you’ll adjust, though.”

He moved the tip of his cock between my folds and right up to my entrance. He pushed himself inside me, just a bit. My body bucked and tightened at the intrusion. My Master pushed down on my lower stomach, ensuring I didn’t move. He forced himself into me a little further, causing a pained moan to escape my lips. “Does it hurt?” He said, looking down at me.

“Yes, Master,” I breathed. He smirked and moved his hand off my stomach and onto my cheek, gently stroking my cheek with his thumb.

“Good,” he started pushing his way into my again. I whimpered as his cock painfully stretched me open, tearing through its path. I whimpered and instinctively tried to get away, causing my Master to grab my hips and hold me still. I felt my hymen rip and bit my tongue to stop myself from crying out. He didn’t stop forcing himself further; his cock pushed painfully against my cervix, causing my back to arch to relieve the pressure. His whole member was inside me and his body and balls pushed up against me. He stayed like that, staring down at me as I whimpered from the burning in my painfully stretched pussy. “Relax, Kitten, we’re just getting started.”

With that, he pulled back before fully slamming himself into me. I couldn’t stop the cry this time as I felt his dick punch into me. He pulled back and slammed into me again and again, building in speed like it was urgent. I gripped on to the mattress below me as my body rocked back and forth with each thrust. Master lowered himself onto me, nuzzling his head between my neck and shoulder as he continued the assault. He bit down on my shoulder, hard, causing me to hiss in pain between the groans and wimpers. 

He pulled out suddenly. “Hands and knees,” he ordered between pants. I quickly turned myself over and got on all fours, not wanting to find out what happened if I hesitated. He grabbed my hips and thrust his way back into me. The sudden invasion caused my arms to buckle underneath me, and my face and shoulders to fall hard into the uncomfortable mattress. I started to push myself up when Master grabbed me near the elbows and pushed them together behind my back. He kept his grip on my arms and used them to pull my body back into his, making each move even more intense. I buried my face into the mattress in an attempt to drown the moans.

In this position, a new sensation arose. My pussy was sensitive, and anticipation rose each time his balls hit me. I felt a tightness form, and I felt myself feel desperate for relief. The feeling confused and frightened me but some small, sickening part of me was excited by it too. As though he sensed my need for release, Master suddenly slowed down. “You’re enjoying this, huh? You’re all wet!” He chuckled as I shook my head, still pressed into the mattress.

His hand released my elbow's and I pushed myself up onto my forearms. One of his hands grabbed my hip while the other went underneath me and grabbed my boob. He squeezed it hard, pinching my nipple, pulling and twisting on it. I let out a whimpered moan, neither of pain nor pleasure anymore. This time, it was a sound of desperation. Desperation to get away from my situation, get away from him, get away from my life. But also desperation for something… else. Something I couldn’t quite explain. 

He pushed in, one final time and stayed still. His grip on my breath tightened painfully as his whole body tensed. He let out a groan as I felt him finish inside me. He collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the bed underneath him. I lay below him, his penis still inside me. How was it still this large even when soft? I felt his breathing on my back slowly steady and return to normal. 

He pulled out of me and sat up. He moved off the bed, and I stayed lying in place, too defeated to move. He tapped my ass, not a full slap, but enough to sting, combined with the bruises. “Come on, it’s time for you to leave.” He strode across the room, opening the door into the black hallway. I sat up, slowly and weakly. I grabbed my shift and started to stand up before remembering my place. I dropped to my hands and knees and started crawling to the door, head down, humiliated. His seed and my blood slowly oozed out of me. I finally reached the door and looked up to Master.

“Thank you, Master,” I said, not entirely sure why, before crawling into the hallway. He started to close the door behind me before stopping and looking at me.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” He said mockingly. “Happy Birthday!” He smirked and, with that, slammed the door behind me.