Avery did not waste much more time and got off the table. "Now the edge is off, let me see what more I can do with you..." Again she grabbed me by the handcuffs, and marched me down to a guest room on the first floor. To the queen sized bed I was brought too and put onto the bed, kneeling with my face pressed into the duvet. Avery walked out of my field of view, and I would hear a drawer open, some jingling and the sound of soft leather sliding over skin. Something cool touched my anus.

Now I was not a novice to anal play, but it was not high on my list. I tried to struggle but damn, Avery was strong and pinned me to the bed with a hand on the small of my back. She got behind me, and leaned over me, speaking into my ear. "Do not worry, I will make sure you enjoy this." She lifted her upper torso back up and with one hand in my hair, forcing me to raise my chest off the bed till my nipples were grazing against the duvet. She went slow at first, applying gentle pressure till the head of the strap-on worked itself past the anal ring. She would keep pressing in till the whole length of it was inside of me.

At least she used lube on me. I heard she did not always, something she would come to regret later on when she became a group slave. Once she was hilted inside of me she would pull back, and start off with a hard thrust, and the intensity and power behind each thrust would build, and build, and build. The impact of her body with mine made my nipples rub back and forth over the down filled duvet, applying a maddening contrast.

She would fuck me like that for a long time, time enough for the evening sun to fade to night. She shuddered to four more orgasms. Now, I have never cum from anal play before, but she nearly got me there, and I am sure if she was not doing her damnedest not to let me climax, I would have. After the fourth orgasm she finally pulled out. Her sweat decorated my back. My own hair was soaked with sweat and dripping down my face and onto the bed. I was sobbing by this point, the wet my face was pressed caused by more than mere sweat. My voice was horse by this point from the begging and pleading as I screamed over and over again to cum, but the sadistic bitch she was, never once let me.

I was still sobbing when Avery spoke to me again. "There there now, stay there now." She wrapped an arm about my chest to lift up. Next I saw my phone held to my face and since I had facial recognition only to unlock my phone, it unlocked. She eased me back and said "Stay still now." I did, as I wanted to cum. I was desperate to cum and did not want to anger her to change her mind. Several minutes passed, and I felt some form of silicone covered toy and put it into my pussy. I knew the toy, and had played with it before with other partners. I whimpered softly, incapable of anything louder as the toy came to life at a low setting.

How long I was there, I cannot recall. I heard Avery leave the room and say something into her phone. A few minutes later, the return of high heeled shoes clacking on the floor. Again there was the rattle of metal. I tried to turn my head but it was too late as Avery was on top of me. Once more, she was strong! I had no chance as she locked a chastity belt about me. It was the one with the coated metal wire which attached itself to the plate sealing away my sex before flaring out to the metal ring pressed against my ass. I could still go to the bathroom, but there was no way I was getting at my pussy. My orgasm was locked away.

I rolled over to my side, fury in my eyes. "You bitch!" I tried to get to my knees but again, I was handcuffed, and my body wrung out from all I had been through. Avery did not miss a beat and grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet. "Come with me." Again, hand on the handcuffs and I was taken to another room in the house, the maid following along meekly. It did not take too long to head down the stairs to a locked door. It was open and we both walked inside, my eyes going wide as I did. Before me was a sex room where if someone had an unlimited budget, it would look like this place. Fuck I did not know what half of this stuff was, most of it and I thought myself a fairly liberal woman when it came to sex.

Avery stood at my side, whispering. "I like you, my pet, and you are a good fuck, and know how to use your tongue unlike many of the cows I have from time to time. You are different, I can tell. However, I do not want to waste time. I am a lifestyle Mistress. I am a sadist. I want a woman who can take some pain and be willing to serve me. So, I will give you a choice. If you want out and do not want any part of this, come by my office tomorrow afternoon.  I will unlock you, and for the rest of my office hours, lick you to as many orgasms as you can stand, and know when we are done, we will be done for good. I will never be intimate with you again and treat you like any other student. However..."

Avery leaned in and bit down on her ear as she cupped one of my tits, fingernails pressing in but not much more, not yet. "If instead you come to my house, and kneel at the door an hour before my office hours close and wait for me. I promise you pleasure like you have never known before." She pulled down my skirt from my hips, and put my breasts back into my blouse. The belt was such a design only the waist portion of it could be seen under the tight skirt. She took a key and unlocked the handcuffs. "Your Uber will be here in ten minutes. I do not think you want your panties back, they are a mess. You have a lot to think about. Stephanie will show you out."

There was not much I could do as I swear if I took a swing at her it would end up bad for me. I would have. Avery is accomplished in martial arts. It was the main reason why she was always bound in some way these days. It was hard to do anything when bound in some way, and the one time she tried, the Master made her pay. Again, those were actions in the future, for the hear and now I stormed out, wishing the woman in the maid uniform would hurry. I would not know about the shoes till being punished one day by Avery and how the inner soles were like stepping on Lego pieces. I tried to engage the woman in conversation, but she said nothing to me, which pissed me off even more. When the Uber arrived, I slammed the door and told him where to drop me off at.

I fumed inside of the car for the fifteen minutes it took to get to my apartment. I barely restrained myself from destroying everything in my living room. I could not afford to replace it, nor tell my dad the reason why. I did try to see if I could somehow get the belt off, but with no luck, not without industrial grade tools which I could not find at ten p.m. I gave up and sat down to drink and demolished two bottles of wine as I seethed.

I calmed down after the first bottle, and ruled out this being some form of test or being made as my father's daughter. We did not have the same last name, and dad made certain never to include my last name in any press releases. There was not even a recent picture of me. So, this was Avery seeing a gift horse drop into her lap and taking advantage of it. The question was, did I want to go through with it, was it all worth it as I saw some of the items in her sex dungeon, including canes, and knew if I went through it it, I would be in some pain, perhaps a lot of it, before anything useful came from this.

On the other hand, if I did nothing, if I chickened out there I would never find anything to help my father. I loved him and knew this campaign meant a lot to him, given the political stance of the current Senator and his politics. However I knew with aid and deep pockets, and some other leverage, he did not stand a chance. The last time he lost nearly drew him to alcoholism. Thank God I managed to stop that before the press caught wind of it. Still I was under no illusions what would happen if dad lost again.

Thus the decision in the end was a no brainer. I made certain to drink lots of water before going to bed, wanting to avoid any hint of a hangover. Just to be sure in the morning I took some Advil as well. I took a piss in the shower, thinking it was the cleanest way to do it. The shower head helped, but in the end the design of the belt was such that it defeated even water pressure, acting as a break and only letting a trickle in, serving to frustrate me more than anything else.

When it came time, I dressed in a tight white blouse and black mini skirt, high heels which wrapped about my ankles and calves. I looked hot to fuck, and hoped it would happen soon and there was some mercy in the woman. I did not bother with a bra. Given what she was into I did not expect to be clothed for long. I did not even drive over to her place, my nerves were too short to try. I had conflicting feelings in my mind, the fear and the apprehension over what pain I would be made to endure, and the sure throbbing of my sex and its need to get off. To be honest, I would likely do whatever the fuck she wanted if it meant she would finally let me cum.

When I arrived at her place, I nearly fell right to the ground. It was not high intensity, but it was something more than low. I had forgotten about the toy inside of me. I did not need to know how she knew I was there. I could not see their security system but I assumed it was there. I walked up as carefully as I could to the door, to the kneeling pillow which had been set out, as if she knew what my answer was going to be. I sank down to my knees, and did my best not to scream as she made the toy do what her fingers did to me yesterday, which drove me nearly insane. It was too late to back out. I made my choice. 

Oh how I would come to regret it in so many ways…