FROM UNCONTROLLABLE TO BROKEN WILL Pt 1
The woman had enjoyed her day, she always enjoyed shopping. Well not shopping she enjoyed buying and she had spent a boat load that day. Four pair of new shoes, three dresses, two business style suites, and of course, her lingerie all the frilly things she loves so much.
Her husband would be upset but that was an easy fix, he was so easy to please and easy to control. In fact she could have anything she wanted and he would protest but cave quickly. She would turn on the waterworks and he would fold, if she got angry about something he would give in to her. She knew every button he had and she was an expert at pushing them.
She pulled in to the garage and reflected in her own mind "That is the real problem isn't it. He is an even tempered, well mannered, gentleman ... it is beyond him to be demanding, bossy or in control!" If she ever told the truth she longed for a man that would take charge. If her husband would just realize it and take control but that was something that had never happened and probable never would happen.
The door of the garage lowered as she got out of the car she straightened her clothing and pivoted to shut the door of the car and was shocked to see her husband standing there, next to the car door nearly on top of her, a white handkerchief in his hand. She started to speak "Oh it is..." His hand and the handkerchief moved to her face covering her mouth and nose with some amount of force while his other hand grabbed her by the back of the head. A strange odor assaulted her nostrils and her eyelids became heavy.
Her knees became week and she felt herself slipping down, down to the greasy, grimy and disgusting floor of the garage. Confusion took hold of her mind as a heavy feeling set in on every limb and her mind. She looked up as she slid all the way down at her husbands face ... it was hard and unforgiving and as she gazed at him it softened. He pulled the handkerchief away and she struggled to regain her herself. She heard a hard voice from somewhere.
"NO good give me that. You are pathetic" the voice scolded her husband. Then there was another man, shorter than her husband with hard blue eyes and graying hair he must have been the source of the voice. He was staring at her with a hard in control look as he pulled the handkerchief from her husband's hands and then pressed it back on her mouth and nose.
She reached up with one hand and grabbed his gloved hand a sharp pain raced between her thumb and forefinger all the way up her arm and the stern man easily pulled her hand to the floor and put his knee on it. Then he began to wag the forefinger of the now free hand back and forth saying "NO, no, no!"
The black gloved finger moved back and forth leaving ghost fingers in its wake. Then black of the glove slowly covered all of her vision engulfing her in its darkness. She was incased in a deep nothingness floating free in the darkness she heard nothing and knew nothing. She had a sensation of cold then heat and at the same time nothing just a whole world of nothing covered her.
Slowly nothingness gave way to something she felt numb all over and tingly. The air moved threw her nose and down to her lungs filling them and then that same air pushed its way back out of her lungs out her nose. Her head had an every so slight ache as if she was waking from a deep sleep. Her jaw was aching and there was something holding her mouth open and at the same time filling her mouth. She felt something cold and wet running down chin and falling to her chest it was her own spit she realized as she began to shed the sleep it essentially was soaking threw her silk blouse. She feared she must be a sight.
She tried to move but couldn't. She began to realize that her wrist were restrained to the arms of chair her feet to the legs of the chair. Her eyes fluttered open to a mirror and the site of her sitting helplessly in the chair, her mouth had a ball gag in it. A long strand of spit hung out her mouth down her chin dangling in the air and at last it lay in an every expanding puddle on her silk blouse.
She pulled her head up and sucked down the spit in her mouth. It wouldn't do to look unkempt. She saw the mirror and was afraid of what she saw.
She looked at herself in the mirror, her white silk blouse with its spittle stain her tight short skirt hugging her body her fishnet incased legs pulled apart and cuffed at the ankles to the legs of the chair. The spike heeled shoes black and shinny! The fishnet panty hose disappeared in the darkness under her short skirt not quite enough light to make out the panty hose incased red thong. She couldn't think she tried but rational thought was not forming in her mind. She strained to understand what was going on.
Then she heard it a scraping sound and she turned her head to the sound. There was the short man she had seen he was dragging a chair behind him. The man moved every so slowly toward the center of room. He took deliberate steps, measured and slowly moving across the near dark room. The only light came from a small lamp on a table next to door off to her right.
The man made his way dragging the chair behind him it scraped accurse the wide board floors. His longish grey brown hair was combed back off his forehead. He looked at her with bright and slightly cruel blue eyes taking her in as he moved slowly, deliberately in front of the mirror.
He placed the chair precisely in position making sure it was blocking the mirror he walked to the mirror and covered it with a black drape. He returned to the chair and sat down. Removing a cigar from his pocket he cut the end off of it and carefully placed the end in a pocket of the leather coat he wore.
Putting the cigar in his mouth he removed a lighter from his pocket and slowly lit it. Drawing in the smoke and let it out in short puffs till the end of the cigar was cherry red. He put the lighter back in his pocket.
"I prefer a match for a cigar but I seem to have misplaced them." The woman tried to speak but only muffled and mangled sounds came from her mouth. He laughed a little "You are wondering what is going on aren't you? Well we will come to that in short order. First I would like to introduce myself to you I am Master Pain. You will address me as Sir or Master and nothing else. Do you understand?"
He sat for a moment and waited for her to make some kind of acknowledgement that she understood. When she did nothing he quickly stood and closed the distance between them remarkable fast his left hand raised over his head and came to her right cheek with a hard report. The resulting smack sound filled the room.
"Now once again, do you understand?" He asked. She quickly nodded her head yes. He returned to his chair and put his cigar back in his mouth dragging a long deep load of the smoke in and then removing the cigar and slowly blowing it out from his nose.
"Now let me explain what this is all about. Your husband is an affable, easy going, kind hearted man and you have abused those qualities in him to the point he is sickened by the very sight of you. Your constant spending splurges coupled with your every expanding closet. I think he said you know have 5 closets in the house, well these extravagances have pushed him over the edge. As he sees it he has two choices he can either file for a divorce, the result being you take him to the cleaners, or he can have you placed under control." There was a break as the man took another deep drag on the cigar as he let out the smoke he mused, "Well actually there is a third choice but he hasn't got the spine for that one either." The man continued to talk and smoke and watch her for her reactions.
Her eyes were wide with fear but she was also filled with excitement. This was possible the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. Her pussy was just a little damp at this point her nipples were already beginning to harden.
"Now your husband is incapable of controlling you. He is week in this way and he knows it, this causes him a dilemma but fortunately he knows me." He stoped to allow her time to absorb what was being said.
She struggled to understand and comprehend all that was being said. It was not sinking in she wasn't able to understand what was being said.
"Oh come on can you really be that dense? He can't control you so I have been ... retained to control you. I have cart blanch to unto you what I will with the end result that your excessively uncontrollable will is broken to my will and by extension his will. If in the future you relapse to your less than frugal lifestyle I will be back."
"So, in a nutshell, I'm here to administer punishment and as part of my payment I have any fun with you I want! Well actually I have fun with you and another will have fun with you as well." He talked on telling her what a bad person she was, spending all her husbands hard earned money, how badly she treated her husband, and that he was publicly humiliated by his inability to control his wife.
The man stood up and walked toward the woman the now short stubby cigar in his hand he bent down to her his face mere inches from her face and spoke softly to her in a sweet kind of voice "You are going to experience pain in a most intimate manner. Do what you are told by me and you will end up enjoying it a great deal. Disobey me and it will be excruciatingly painful in a most disagreeable way."
He sucked on the cigar with hard short burst till the end of it was cherry red again. Then he moved the cigar next to her cheek. It was inches from her face she felt the heat of it as slowly moved closer to her "Do not move away or toward the cigar, hold your head as still as you possible can. You will learn self control or you will bare marks!" He told her the heat became more intense as the cigar was less than inch from her cheek, less than half an inch and then almost touching her face. He the hot end of the cigar next to her skin it was almost touching her cheek with the red hot end of cigar. He it held there not moving it closer or moving it away. The heat began to dissipate and drop as the cigar's end became covered with burnt ash.
The man moved quickly and put the lit end of the cigar on the back of her right hand crushed it out quickly on the flesh of the back of her right hand. She screamed into the ball gag from the pain. He stood up straight and walked to the door of the room. She cried and wondered what was to come. Her hand hurt but an odd thing happened she felt the moisture flow in her pussy lubricating her sweet pussy.
"Just sit there and relax for a bit!" he said "I am not convinced about you yet all. Oh by the way that pain was nothing my dear!"
She looked back toward the mirror she couldn't see her self the black drape covered it. She felt the mascara running with the tears. She was afraid she was a sight and that worried her she didn't want to be unattractive it was something she hated more than anything, the thought of being unattractive at anytime was something she couldn't abide.
Her hand ached but less now than before it had been a long time where was he? Had it been a long time? She really didn't know it seemed long but then it would seem long wouldn't it. She heard the door open and close a very large man came in he had a tube of something in his hand. He walked up to her squeezed the tube and some kind of lotion squirted out on her hand. He worked it roughly in to the burn spot on her hand which caused the burn to hurt worse for a second and then the lotion seemed to sooth the burn. The big man walked out of the room closing the door behind him.
Time passed, how much time she didn't know but the light outside the curtained window began to fade. Her stomach was beginning to hurt, she was hungry. No matter the excitement of what was happening she was hungry and at this point bored. The door opened again the taller man was back he had a TV tray or something and blow. He sat the tray in front of her it was a tall tray and came to nearly her neck he placed a large bowl with cooked hamburger in the bowl in front of her. He then took off the gag.
"What is..." She started to talk and then the man slapped her hard.
"Shut the fuck up and eat, eat like a fucking dog put your face in the bowl and eat" He grabbed the back of her head and forced her ace in to the big wide bowl and she began to eat the hamburger it was like a dry chili with no seasoning. In other words it was just cooked burger! But she ate it, like a fucking dog!
The man left her to her meal after a few minutes he returned removing the unfinished blow of food and putting water in front of her in bowl.
"Same deal with the water cunt." He growled at her.
He left and she lapped up the water with it going every where and running down her chin and neck. She sat there in silence not knowing if she should speak or not. She was afraid and excited at the same time and unsure which was the greater emotion she was feeling. Again time passed the room was now nearly dark and she called out "What now!" in a loud voice.
In no time at all the door opened and both men walked in the shorter man snapped on other lights, they were extremely bright lights. He wasted no time at all in coming to her and his right hand crashed across her face then back of the right hand came back by and did the same. She was shocked and it hurt she looked up at his hard features.
"You need to learn that you only respond when spoken to you do not initiate conversation every. Now what is my name?" He asked. She didn't answer.
His hand rose up and she blurted out "You are Master Pain."
"What do you call me?" He asked her.
"I am to call you Sir or Master." She said.
"Do you know what your name is?" He asked
"My name is Su..." she began to speak but he cut her off.
"NO you are Bitch Cunt I will call you either Bitch or Cunt as I see fit. If I'm pissed I will call you Bitch Cunt. Do you understand?" He spoke with a slightly raised voice with a touch of anger which made her cringe. He was truly frightening somehow she found that to be extremely sexy. She had no doubt he was in control even were there no restraints and had he not hit her, just with the tone of his voice and his in control manner made her know he was in charge. She bowed her head.
"I understand Master, Sir!"
"Get some rest you will need it." The two men walked out of the room turning off the bight lights and the other light that had been on. She was left in darkness. After some time she laid her head down on the try and drifted off to sleep. To dreams of the two men and in her sleep she could hear his confident, controlling compelling her to obey.
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The woman had enjoyed her day, she always enjoyed shopping. Well not shopping she enjoyed buying and she had spent a boat load that day. Four pair of new shoes, three dresses, two business style suites, and of course, her lingerie all the frilly things she loves so much.
Her husband would be upset but that was an easy fix, he was so easy to please and easy to control. In fact she could have anything she wanted and he would protest but cave quickly. She would turn on the waterworks and he would fold, if she got angry about something he would give in to her. She knew every button he had and she was an expert at pushing them.
She pulled in to the garage and reflected in her own mind "That is the real problem isn't it. He is an even tempered, well mannered, gentleman ... it is beyond him to be demanding, bossy or in control!" If she ever told the truth she longed for a man that would take charge. If her husband would just realize it and take control but that was something that had never happened and probable never would happen.
The door of the garage lowered as she got out of the car she straightened her clothing and pivoted to shut the door of the car and was shocked to see her husband standing there, next to the car door nearly on top of her, a white handkerchief in his hand. She started to speak "Oh it is..." His hand and the handkerchief moved to her face covering her mouth and nose with some amount of force while his other hand grabbed her by the back of the head. A strange odor assaulted her nostrils and her eyelids became heavy.
Her knees became week and she felt herself slipping down, down to the greasy, grimy and disgusting floor of the garage. Confusion took hold of her mind as a heavy feeling set in on every limb and her mind. She looked up as she slid all the way down at her husbands face ... it was hard and unforgiving and as she gazed at him it softened. He pulled the handkerchief away and she struggled to regain her herself. She heard a hard voice from somewhere.
"NO good give me that. You are pathetic" the voice scolded her husband. Then there was another man, shorter than her husband with hard blue eyes and graying hair he must have been the source of the voice. He was staring at her with a hard in control look as he pulled the handkerchief from her husband's hands and then pressed it back on her mouth and nose.
She reached up with one hand and grabbed his gloved hand a sharp pain raced between her thumb and forefinger all the way up her arm and the stern man easily pulled her hand to the floor and put his knee on it. Then he began to wag the forefinger of the now free hand back and forth saying "NO, no, no!"
The black gloved finger moved back and forth leaving ghost fingers in its wake. Then black of the glove slowly covered all of her vision engulfing her in its darkness. She was incased in a deep nothingness floating free in the darkness she heard nothing and knew nothing. She had a sensation of cold then heat and at the same time nothing just a whole world of nothing covered her.
Slowly nothingness gave way to something she felt numb all over and tingly. The air moved threw her nose and down to her lungs filling them and then that same air pushed its way back out of her lungs out her nose. Her head had an every so slight ache as if she was waking from a deep sleep. Her jaw was aching and there was something holding her mouth open and at the same time filling her mouth. She felt something cold and wet running down chin and falling to her chest it was her own spit she realized as she began to shed the sleep it essentially was soaking threw her silk blouse. She feared she must be a sight.
She tried to move but couldn't. She began to realize that her wrist were restrained to the arms of chair her feet to the legs of the chair. Her eyes fluttered open to a mirror and the site of her sitting helplessly in the chair, her mouth had a ball gag in it. A long strand of spit hung out her mouth down her chin dangling in the air and at last it lay in an every expanding puddle on her silk blouse.
She pulled her head up and sucked down the spit in her mouth. It wouldn't do to look unkempt. She saw the mirror and was afraid of what she saw.
She looked at herself in the mirror, her white silk blouse with its spittle stain her tight short skirt hugging her body her fishnet incased legs pulled apart and cuffed at the ankles to the legs of the chair. The spike heeled shoes black and shinny! The fishnet panty hose disappeared in the darkness under her short skirt not quite enough light to make out the panty hose incased red thong. She couldn't think she tried but rational thought was not forming in her mind. She strained to understand what was going on.
Then she heard it a scraping sound and she turned her head to the sound. There was the short man she had seen he was dragging a chair behind him. The man moved every so slowly toward the center of room. He took deliberate steps, measured and slowly moving across the near dark room. The only light came from a small lamp on a table next to door off to her right.
The man made his way dragging the chair behind him it scraped accurse the wide board floors. His longish grey brown hair was combed back off his forehead. He looked at her with bright and slightly cruel blue eyes taking her in as he moved slowly, deliberately in front of the mirror.
He placed the chair precisely in position making sure it was blocking the mirror he walked to the mirror and covered it with a black drape. He returned to the chair and sat down. Removing a cigar from his pocket he cut the end off of it and carefully placed the end in a pocket of the leather coat he wore.
Putting the cigar in his mouth he removed a lighter from his pocket and slowly lit it. Drawing in the smoke and let it out in short puffs till the end of the cigar was cherry red. He put the lighter back in his pocket.
"I prefer a match for a cigar but I seem to have misplaced them." The woman tried to speak but only muffled and mangled sounds came from her mouth. He laughed a little "You are wondering what is going on aren't you? Well we will come to that in short order. First I would like to introduce myself to you I am Master Pain. You will address me as Sir or Master and nothing else. Do you understand?"
He sat for a moment and waited for her to make some kind of acknowledgement that she understood. When she did nothing he quickly stood and closed the distance between them remarkable fast his left hand raised over his head and came to her right cheek with a hard report. The resulting smack sound filled the room.
"Now once again, do you understand?" He asked. She quickly nodded her head yes. He returned to his chair and put his cigar back in his mouth dragging a long deep load of the smoke in and then removing the cigar and slowly blowing it out from his nose.
"Now let me explain what this is all about. Your husband is an affable, easy going, kind hearted man and you have abused those qualities in him to the point he is sickened by the very sight of you. Your constant spending splurges coupled with your every expanding closet. I think he said you know have 5 closets in the house, well these extravagances have pushed him over the edge. As he sees it he has two choices he can either file for a divorce, the result being you take him to the cleaners, or he can have you placed under control." There was a break as the man took another deep drag on the cigar as he let out the smoke he mused, "Well actually there is a third choice but he hasn't got the spine for that one either." The man continued to talk and smoke and watch her for her reactions.
Her eyes were wide with fear but she was also filled with excitement. This was possible the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. Her pussy was just a little damp at this point her nipples were already beginning to harden.
"Now your husband is incapable of controlling you. He is week in this way and he knows it, this causes him a dilemma but fortunately he knows me." He stoped to allow her time to absorb what was being said.
She struggled to understand and comprehend all that was being said. It was not sinking in she wasn't able to understand what was being said.
"Oh come on can you really be that dense? He can't control you so I have been ... retained to control you. I have cart blanch to unto you what I will with the end result that your excessively uncontrollable will is broken to my will and by extension his will. If in the future you relapse to your less than frugal lifestyle I will be back."
"So, in a nutshell, I'm here to administer punishment and as part of my payment I have any fun with you I want! Well actually I have fun with you and another will have fun with you as well." He talked on telling her what a bad person she was, spending all her husbands hard earned money, how badly she treated her husband, and that he was publicly humiliated by his inability to control his wife.
The man stood up and walked toward the woman the now short stubby cigar in his hand he bent down to her his face mere inches from her face and spoke softly to her in a sweet kind of voice "You are going to experience pain in a most intimate manner. Do what you are told by me and you will end up enjoying it a great deal. Disobey me and it will be excruciatingly painful in a most disagreeable way."
He sucked on the cigar with hard short burst till the end of it was cherry red again. Then he moved the cigar next to her cheek. It was inches from her face she felt the heat of it as slowly moved closer to her "Do not move away or toward the cigar, hold your head as still as you possible can. You will learn self control or you will bare marks!" He told her the heat became more intense as the cigar was less than inch from her cheek, less than half an inch and then almost touching her face. He the hot end of the cigar next to her skin it was almost touching her cheek with the red hot end of cigar. He it held there not moving it closer or moving it away. The heat began to dissipate and drop as the cigar's end became covered with burnt ash.
The man moved quickly and put the lit end of the cigar on the back of her right hand crushed it out quickly on the flesh of the back of her right hand. She screamed into the ball gag from the pain. He stood up straight and walked to the door of the room. She cried and wondered what was to come. Her hand hurt but an odd thing happened she felt the moisture flow in her pussy lubricating her sweet pussy.
"Just sit there and relax for a bit!" he said "I am not convinced about you yet all. Oh by the way that pain was nothing my dear!"
She looked back toward the mirror she couldn't see her self the black drape covered it. She felt the mascara running with the tears. She was afraid she was a sight and that worried her she didn't want to be unattractive it was something she hated more than anything, the thought of being unattractive at anytime was something she couldn't abide.
Her hand ached but less now than before it had been a long time where was he? Had it been a long time? She really didn't know it seemed long but then it would seem long wouldn't it. She heard the door open and close a very large man came in he had a tube of something in his hand. He walked up to her squeezed the tube and some kind of lotion squirted out on her hand. He worked it roughly in to the burn spot on her hand which caused the burn to hurt worse for a second and then the lotion seemed to sooth the burn. The big man walked out of the room closing the door behind him.
Time passed, how much time she didn't know but the light outside the curtained window began to fade. Her stomach was beginning to hurt, she was hungry. No matter the excitement of what was happening she was hungry and at this point bored. The door opened again the taller man was back he had a TV tray or something and blow. He sat the tray in front of her it was a tall tray and came to nearly her neck he placed a large bowl with cooked hamburger in the bowl in front of her. He then took off the gag.
"What is..." She started to talk and then the man slapped her hard.
"Shut the fuck up and eat, eat like a fucking dog put your face in the bowl and eat" He grabbed the back of her head and forced her ace in to the big wide bowl and she began to eat the hamburger it was like a dry chili with no seasoning. In other words it was just cooked burger! But she ate it, like a fucking dog!
The man left her to her meal after a few minutes he returned removing the unfinished blow of food and putting water in front of her in bowl.
"Same deal with the water cunt." He growled at her.
He left and she lapped up the water with it going every where and running down her chin and neck. She sat there in silence not knowing if she should speak or not. She was afraid and excited at the same time and unsure which was the greater emotion she was feeling. Again time passed the room was now nearly dark and she called out "What now!" in a loud voice.
In no time at all the door opened and both men walked in the shorter man snapped on other lights, they were extremely bright lights. He wasted no time at all in coming to her and his right hand crashed across her face then back of the right hand came back by and did the same. She was shocked and it hurt she looked up at his hard features.
"You need to learn that you only respond when spoken to you do not initiate conversation every. Now what is my name?" He asked. She didn't answer.
His hand rose up and she blurted out "You are Master Pain."
"What do you call me?" He asked her.
"I am to call you Sir or Master." She said.
"Do you know what your name is?" He asked
"My name is Su..." she began to speak but he cut her off.
"NO you are Bitch Cunt I will call you either Bitch or Cunt as I see fit. If I'm pissed I will call you Bitch Cunt. Do you understand?" He spoke with a slightly raised voice with a touch of anger which made her cringe. He was truly frightening somehow she found that to be extremely sexy. She had no doubt he was in control even were there no restraints and had he not hit her, just with the tone of his voice and his in control manner made her know he was in charge. She bowed her head.
"I understand Master, Sir!"
"Get some rest you will need it." The two men walked out of the room turning off the bight lights and the other light that had been on. She was left in darkness. After some time she laid her head down on the try and drifted off to sleep. To dreams of the two men and in her sleep she could hear his confident, controlling compelling her to obey.
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