Mr. Savage’s Demanding Bondage Lesson

The morning light streamed through the window, casting an eerie glow on the room. I lay there, feeling a mix of emotions – embarrassment, fear, and something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I was naked, my body still sore from the previous night’s events. The plugs inside me were uncomfortable, and I desperately needed to pee.

Mr. Savage’s voice broke the silence, his words dripping with authority. “I have to let the dogs out first. I will be back for you.”

Mr. Savage: “I have to let the dogs out first. I will be back for you.”

It seemed like an eternity before he returned, his rugged features etched on his face. He took the restraints off, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. He led me to the bathroom, where I was forced to face my embarrassment.

Mr. Savage: “Are you finished?”

“Yes,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. He helped me clean up, his hands gentle but firm. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of shame, but he seemed to sense it and reassured me that it was nothing to be embarrassed about.

Mr. Savage: “You are young and healthy. We will occasionally do enemas, but we don’t want to do it too often because it will unbalance your natural system. So we need to monitor exactly what you eat and when you go. We will keep track of everything.”

He led me to the shower, where he cleaned me again, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I felt a mix of emotions – embarrassment, fear, and something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

After the shower, he took me downstairs, naked, his presence making me feel like a piece of property. The kitchen was bustling with activity, and I caught sight of Randall, the milkman, chatting with Mrs. Black.

Mr. Savage: “As I said, no one will see you that isn’t supposed to. Now Randall is in a hurry today, so we will make this a quick one. But he will enjoy something longer another time. How would you like her, Randall?”

Randall’s eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a flutter in my chest. He had always flirted with me, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement.

Randall: “Do you have a recommendation?”

Mr. Savage leaned in, his voice low and husky. “I would fuck her ass now, you can have fun with the rest later. She belongs to us now, don’t you, my dear.”

The next few hours were a blur of activity, with multiple men and women taking turns with me. I felt like a piece of property, a toy to be used and discarded at their whim.

But amidst the chaos, I felt a sense of excitement, a sense of freedom. I was no longer in control, and I didn’t have to think about anything except pleasing my masters.

After the group activity, I was led to a device that looked like a cross between a medical table and a piece of furniture. Mrs. Stein explained that she would be putting a pussy spreader on me, followed by a food bag, which would be filled with porridge.

Mrs. Stein: “I am going to put what we call a pussy spreader on you, dear. This will keep you nice and open. Then I am going to attach a sturdy food bag to the spreader, and that will go inside your pussy.”

I felt a sense of embarrassment as the women looked on, but I couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through me as Mrs. Stein filled me with porridge.

As I fed Mrs. Black, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. It was a strange sensation, but I couldn’t deny the pleasure that came with being used like this.

Later, I was strapped to a block and fed more porridge, this time with a vibrator inserted into my pussy. Mr. Savage joined me, his fingers probing me, making me moan with pleasure.

Mr. Savage: “Eat up like a good little bitch.”

As I ate, I felt a sense of shame, but also a sense of excitement. I was no longer in control, and I didn’t have to think about anything except pleasing my masters.

After I finished eating, Mr. Savage took me to his room, where he presented me with three contracts. He explained that these formalized my commitment to him, making me his property, his slave.

Mr. Savage: “This formalizes that agreement and your commitment. The term of your commitment is two years. During that time, I will handle your finances, you will transfer your accounts to me, and your paychecks will come to me.”

I signed the contracts without reading them, trusting that he would keep his promises. He took me to his room, where he bound me to a block, his fingers probing me, making me moan with pleasure.

Mr. Savage: “I promise you won’t regret what you just did, my little slut.”

As I lay there, bound and helpless, I felt a sense of excitement, a sense of freedom. I was no longer in control, and I didn’t have to think about anything except pleasing my masters.