Asher hissed a moment later and grabbed her hair, abruptly quickening his pace to something brutal and violent and she panted from the feeling and then gasped when she felt him go still, moaned when she felt him fill her asshole with his cum.
Automatically, from far away, she heard herself say, "Thank you, Master!"
Because he'd filled her and hadn't given her release and she loved him for it, wanted to bow at his feet in gratitude for it.
And he let her do that too. Asher lifted her to her knees and circled around her, his cock softening slightly from his release.
He slapped her cheek gently. "Open up. You clean my cock the same way you clean my fingers and toys."
Jezebel spasmed with bliss and obeyed eagerly, licking his cock in a slutty way, the way she knew he wanted her to.
She sucked greedily, cleaning him and making sure to get every inch of him.
When she finally pulled away and met his gaze, he had a faint smile and there was a sense of serenity now that the next steps forward were so very clear, and she couldn't even think of resisting.
Jezebel burst into tears instead, wrapped her arm around his calf so that he chuckled and stroked her hair. "Please, love me!"
"Such an emotional little slave. Look at me, Pet." Obediently she did, looking up while he bent forward to stroke his fingertips across her wet eyes, lifting them so that she could see the tears on them.
While she watched, he licked them off and winked. "I already do, and already have." Jezebel went still while he fitted her pink collar on her, and this time, when he closed it, she bowed her head with the sensation that it wasn't coming off for a long while.
There was nothing like having her in his dungeon. His blood raced when he unlocked the door and held it open.
Asher stood to the side and made her walk in before him, made her look him in the eyes in acknowledgment of what awaited her.
And she did, brave little slave. Jezebel looked up, swallowed nervously, and walked through the door so that he followed, locking them both in together.
Asher wrapped his arms around her while she shivered and took in the sight of the cage in the corner, of the medical table that was centered against one wall with a light that would display her, of the bed that was slightly less of a monstrosity than his own was.
Jezebel looked around at the implements on the wall, at the suspension hook from the ceiling, at the spanking bench and restraints and harnesses.
"This is going to be your home for the next few weeks," he said softly, and she shivered, but her head fell back against his shoulder.
Jezebel arched to his touch while he kissed her head and tucked her hair back behind her ears.
Asher took his time now that he had her, even though there was a kind of delicious pain in it. His body craved to have her right then, but he forced himself to turn her in his arms, to lift her cute little shirt over her head, unhook her bra.
Each motion felt like an eternity, a thought that made him smile. Asher had to keep track of things like time, but in this windowless place, she would soon lose track of it and everything else, except for the art of pleasure and giving it.
The sight of her nipple under his thumb seemed to taunt him with that thought. The sight of his hand sliding down her cute little workout shorts, and cupping her pussy while she lifted with a cry was even more so a tease.
Asher pulled those down and tossed them to the side with the rest of her clothes. "You won't be needing clothing for a while. I have different clothes for you."
Jezebel stood, shivering with nerves, while he paced away from her to get her wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs.
Eventually, she'd feel insecure without them, the same way she had once felt insecure without clothes. Asher had chosen metal for her a while ago because it was easy to keep clean and multi-purpose.
Each one would move a little ways on her wrists and ankles so he could do things like shave her around them, and each one was sturdy. Jezebel watched him while he locked them on her, securing her.
"I have a lot of rules in this room, but all of them can be summarized into two ideas, Pet. The first is you obey, and you show respect. Whatever I want you to take, you take. Whatever I want to fill these holes with, however I want you to serve, you will. Understood?"
Jezebel nodded, her eyes wide, and she glanced fearfully at the gleaming silver cuffs on her wrists. Asher took up the crop since it worked so well and tapped her cheek.
"Eyes on me. You'll have plenty of time to get used to those cuffs, but when I'm speaking and training, you look at me unless I say otherwise. Answer me out loud."
"Yes, Master." Her voice was hoarse, afraid, anxious. It was all the delicious things that made him feel his control with every syllable.
"Good girl. The second idea is that everything in this room is for my pleasure, and that includes you, your orgasms, everything. When I want you to cum for me, I'll command you to. Asking for it is a good way to end up with more suffering. If it pleases me, I'll order it, understood?"
"Yes, Master."
Asher smiled. "Good girl. Let's start with some basics, some things you already know. From now on, now that we have those two things clarified, you're on your speech restrictions until I say otherwise."
Her eyes went wide, and she opened her mouth in a panic, but he clasped his hand over it before she could argue. Jezebel whimpered instead, and he stroked his thumb over her cheek.
"No. Hush. You've done this before, and it's no different here. I'll be displeased if I have to get the gag to reinforce it. Is that really how you want to begin?"
Jezebel hesitated but then shook her head, brow furrowing. But she was calmer and she went still, eyes on him like she knew.
"Good girl. Trust me. Now, let's start nice and easy. Kneel in your slave pose, the way I like. I want to see you that way, with your pretty cuffs and collar in this room."
Her eyes cleared, which was his intent and goal. Asher enjoyed her fear, but he wanted her to be nice and cozy in this room, wanted her to feel comfortable.
It was a harsh room, and she would sleep in chains, would learn to feel safe in them, but the key was that he wanted her to feel at home.
Asher wanted her steadied while she slept in regular penetration and bondage. But they would get there.
He was sure she expected him to use her hard and often as soon as he got her in that room, but training took priority.
Asher wanted her well disciplined before he took his pleasure, and that meant first thing was first.
Asher was going to condition her to hunger for cock and cum. He wanted her to crave it even more than orgasms and he had already planned out exactly how he was going to do it.
Asher had already planned out all of her conditioning routines, actually, but that was the first one he was going to start with.
But even before that, he paced around her, tapping her thighs with the crop to make her spread wider.
Asher lifted her chin with the slapper so that she had to raise up and snapped it against her tits so that she'd thrust them out.
Jezebel sank down into the obedience easily when given the security of repetition, the comfort of familiarity.
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