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I stood motionless, my back firmly pressed against the wall and my hands bound, struggling to control the irregular rhythm of my breathing. I could feel the mark of his teeth on my skin, throbbing, while the burning sensation in my nipples was a constant reminder of my vulnerability. Every slight breeze that brushed against them made me shiver involuntarily. The Master had said Haley would arrive soon, but the thought of her seeing me like this, in this state, embarrassed me a little. The blindfold on my eyes distorted my perception of time, making every second stretch out endlessly, like a heartbeat echoing in the dark.

Had minutes passed? Hours? I couldn’t know. Then, the sound of footsteps descending the stairs cut through the dense calm of the basement. It was Haley. Her firm and decisive stride was unmistakable, and each step seemed to reverberate through my entire body.

I heard her footsteps approaching, followed by the faint sound of a metal tray hitting the ground. Her breathing was calm but close enough that I could feel it on my skin. "I’m going to take the tape off so you can eat, but remember: today you won’t speak or see," she said in a firm, almost cold tone that surprised me. Why was she so distant with me? She wasn’t like this. Haley had always been affectionate with me; our meals and conversations were often some of my favorite parts of the day. But now, her tone was different, marked by a coldness that confused me. What had changed?

It became clear that something was wrong, but I couldn’t understand why. Had I done something to upset her? The pain of not knowing pressed on my chest. Then, in a fleeting moment, I understood: I imagined the Master had ordered her not to speak with me more than necessary, not to show affection so as not to disrupt the trial. Today, I was just a toy. Something in her behavior told me she was struggling against her own instructions, that there was a tension between what she wanted to do and what she had been ordered to do.

Haley always worried about me, but now, in this moment, she had to hide it. She couldn’t; it wasn’t that she didn’t want to, but she wasn’t allowed to show me that warmth that had always been there.

As for me, I understood what this moment meant. No matter how hard it was, I had to pass this trial. I was almost sure the Master would use this situation to determine if I was ready to leave the basement. I couldn’t fail.

Carefully, Haley removed the tape covering my lips. I took a deep breath, feeling my lungs fill as I moved my lips to relieve the pressure left by the adhesive.

“Open your mouth,” she said with a softness she couldn’t quite conceal, but without leaving any room for hesitation. I obeyed without hesitation, parting my lips as I felt the cold contact of the metal spoon against my tongue. The salty, warm taste of chicken soup flooded my senses, an almost overwhelming contrast after what felt like hours of emptiness and silence, though I doubted so much time had passed.

Honestly, I found it almost amusing that Haley tried to act so cold and serious. It didn’t suit her; it never had. I could feel her hand glide gently across my thigh as she fed me, an almost automatic gesture, full of that subtle warmth that defined her. No matter how hard she tried to stay distant, her nature always betrayed her.

As the spoon came and went, I couldn’t help but let my mind wander to her advice, the one she had given me the night before the threesome: to confess to the Master what I felt. I knew he already knew; it was obvious. I could see it in the way he devoured every moment of her presence, in how my mouth pleased him, and in the way I would seek refuge against him when he rested with me after using me.

But why was it so hard to say it? It was that part of me, that loathsome part that still hated him, that wanted that stupid freedom I hadn’t fully rid myself of. Deep down, I feared that if I said it aloud, there would be no turning back.

Haley was right. I had to say it. It wasn’t enough to show it; I needed to put it into words, even if my voice trembled while doing so. I had to take the final step, to truly admit that I was his. The Master wanted to know that he owned my heart, that I belonged to him body, soul, and mind.

I had to say it out loud, abandon that part of me that, deep down, whispered that I should escape. I had to accept that my heart was his, and only his. Today would be the day. Today, when this trial ended, I would tell him. I couldn’t keep postponing it; I had to surrender completely.

When Haley finished feeding me, she carefully placed the tape back over my mouth, almost reverently, as if not wanting to add more discomfort than necessary. Her hands began to slide over my body, caressing my skin with a mixture of security and tenderness that only she could offer. Her touch slowly descended my thigh, and when it reached between my legs, her fingers accidentally brushed against the wetness that had remained there.

She paused for a moment, surprised by the small accident, as if she hadn’t expected to find that on her skin. She withdrew her hand briefly, and I heard the soft sound of her tongue cleaning her fingers, a gesture so instinctive it almost seemed involuntary.

But her hand returned to my thighs, this time with a different purpose. Her fingers continued their descent until they found my crotch, touching me deliberately. She gathered the fluids with a sure touch, as if knowing that today, I was nothing more than a toy, and she couldn’t resist using me. Her fingers went back and forth, from my crotch to her mouth, and I could hear her calmly licking her fingers, almost eagerly.

Haley rarely touched me like this, with so much audacity. Only the Master did. But today, I wasn’t her partner; I was an object, something she could use at her will. I felt my body respond to her touch, my pussy growing wet beneath her fingers, which grazed and sometimes deliberately rubbed me, making me tremble. I could feel the heat of her breath as she licked her fingers, as if she wanted to savor every moment of this forbidden act.

Before standing up, she leaned toward me. Her warm breath brushed against my skin just before her lips pressed against my forehead in a soft kiss, full of a tenderness she couldn’t hide. “You’re doing well,” she whispered, her voice so low it seemed like she feared someone might hear her, as if she knew this was against the Master’s orders.

Haley knew she shouldn’t do it, but she couldn’t leave me like this, not without that small comfort.

She stayed a moment longer, letting her fingers caress my cheek with a delicacy that seemed to contain everything she couldn’t say aloud. Then, with a calm almost solemn, she stood up, collected the tray, and after one last fleeting touch on my skin, left.

The darkness enveloped me again, but this time, it didn’t feel cold or relentless. There was a strange and comforting warmth in my chest, a small spark of humanity and tenderness amid the trial.

I stayed there, immersed in absolute darkness, listening only to the sound of my breathing and the beat of my own heart. How much time had passed? Minutes? Hours? It was impossible to know, trapped in this limbo of twilight where time seemed to stretch and blur.

If I focused hard enough, I could distinguish small echoes: the distant creak of the house’s structure, the rhythmic dripping of the old faucet the Master never bothered to fix, and in the distance, what seemed like the solitary song of a cricket. Every sound seemed amplified in the stillness, filling the void that the darkness imposed.

The pain in my backside, numbed from being in the same position for too long, forced me to move. I shifted slightly, letting out a soft sigh as I tried to ease the discomfort. The crack of my joints echoed in the gloom, a reminder that the silence of the basement was almost absolute.

Just when I thought I had found some relief, an unmistakable sound interrupted my focus: the firm echo of boots hitting the cement floor. My heart began to race, and my breathing quickened with each step that came closer, while an electric warmth coursed through my skin, making it prickle. Expectation and tension intertwined in my body, immobilizing every muscle as I awaited the inevitable.

The steps stopped next to me, and then I felt it. The warm breeze of his breath brushed my skin, sending a shiver through me that I couldn’t suppress. I turned my face, and his breath settled on my neck, making me feel deeply vulnerable. Soon after, his hand rested on my face, gripping my chin firmly, leaving me trembling under his touch. I knew it was him; I could smell his scent, invading my senses. Despite the familiarity, I felt a trace of fear course through me.

There, completely exposed to him, for a second I heard that hateful part of me whispering that it was dangerous, that I should escape. I hadn’t heard it in weeks. I pushed it to the back of my mind, as if locking it in a dark chest where it couldn’t ruin my fun. That exciting fear ran through me from head to toe, making me wonder how he would use me.

His fingers began to move and stopped over my lips, brushing the tape that covered them. "I’m going to take this off. Remember, no talking," he whispered, his voice low and firm, decisive. I nodded timidly, unable to do anything else.

With a gentle pull, he removed the tape, and I moved my lips, trying to get rid of the oppressive feeling it left behind. He didn’t need to say anything more; before I could make a sound, he already had his mouth open. My body responded to him almost instinctively, obedient even in the smallest gestures.

Although I couldn’t see him, I knew he was smiling. I could imagine his face, that confident expression, now illuminated by a look of satisfaction as he saw me meet his expectations. The metallic sound of his pants zipper opening broke the silence, and with it, I felt the tension in the air grow, completely enveloping me.

I felt his warmth approaching, surrounding me even before he touched me. The tip grazed my upper lip and then slowly sank into my mouth, causing a shiver that ignited all my senses. The warmth filled me inside as my lips closed around his shaft, gently enveloping it and feeling every contour. Its thickness completely filled me, while the familiar taste flooded my senses, claiming me as his. His hands rested firmly on my head, holding it, marking his control before he began to move. In that moment, I was nothing but a toy for his pleasure, abandoned to his will.

The master began to move slowly at first, making sure not to surprise me, but soon his rhythm became firm and determined. Each thrust completely filled my mouth, leaving barely any space to breathe. My lips tightened around him, adjusting to the sway dictated by his desire. His heavy breathing echoed in the air, blending with the wet and raw sound of each thrust hitting the back of my throat. My mind surrendered, empty of thoughts, giving myself entirely to him. I let myself be used as the toy I was, feeling how his warmth filled my mouth, his weight and taste dominating my tongue and senses.

I could feel the moisture gathering between my thighs, an unmistakable heat growing with every moan and gasp he let out. Each sound drove me crazier, igniting something deep inside me. It was intoxicating to feel that incredible satisfaction, the certainty of being a good girl, fulfilling my purpose: to be his doll, his toy, his property. My very existence made sense in this moment, I had been created forever to serve him, to be his, for all eternity.

I felt like I was drowning on his cock, barely able to breathe as it sank deeply into my throat. My walls tightened around it, the sensation of its thickness hitting the back of my throat intense, a mix of burning and a strange kind of pleasure that coursed through my body. Tears began to form as he slid deeper and deeper into me, the air escaping from my lungs. The master groaned from the pressure my throat exerted on him, staying there, enjoying the moment while I struggled to breathe. My throat tightened more around him, squeezing him even tighter, as I tried to inhale, shaking my bound hands. I tried to let him know I was drowning, my heart pounding fast. He stayed there, letting me know he would withdraw when he decided. Every time I tried to breathe, my throat tightened more, increasing his pleasure while I choked, feeling the air leaving me, my face burning red, thinking I would suffocate when finally, he slid out of me, letting the saliva drip from my mouth as I gasped for air, taking deep breaths.

I coughed, making the saliva I was choking on slide from my mouth, falling onto my chest and slowly dripping between my breasts. I could feel my pussy throbbing intensely as I gasped with my heart racing, trying to catch my breath. I barely had time to fill my lungs with air when the tip of his cock brushed my lips. Without needing me to say anything, I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his cock, slowly starting to suck on it, savoring it as my tongue moved the way I knew he liked.

I felt his cock throbbing strongly between my lips, an unmistakable sign that he was close. That encouraged me to suck with more enthusiasm, seeking my reward, taking every inch until my mouth was full of him. I moved my head up and down, setting a steady rhythm, while my tongue traced every contour. But then, the master took control, holding my head firmly and setting the pace himself. His moans and gasps intensified, echoing in my ears and feeding my desire to please him.

Finally, with a deep groan, he came in my mouth, flooding it with his hot semen. I felt him fill every corner, thick and heavy, as my tongue kept moving, cleaning every drop the way I knew he expected. I obediently swallowed everything I could, though I still felt some escape from the corner of my lip, the salty and bitter taste lingering in my mouth as his breathing calmed and I stayed there, satisfied that I had fulfilled my purpose.

I thought the master had had enough, that he would leave soon once he caught his breath. However, when his breathing started to calm down, I felt his hand grab my hair, pulling it firmly, signaling for me to stand up. My body reacted, trembling, my legs barely able to support me, but I quickly stood, still agitated, incredulous at the energy the master seemed to have.

I was terrified that he didn’t say a word; that silence filled me with unease. Not hearing his voice, that sound that gave me direction, hurt in a strange way, as if he were stripping me of my purpose.

The master kept pulling my hair, dragging me where he wanted, and then, to my absolute terror, he threw me backward. I felt like I was falling into an abyss, my stomach tightening, and panic ran through me in a shiver. My heart was pounding quickly, as if it was about to burst from my chest.

When my back hit the mattress, I felt my whole body tremble. The air seemed to escape from my lungs, and my heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst from my chest. The mix of fear and a strange excitement coursed through my body, an addictive and terrifying sensation that consumed me.

My crotch started to get wet without me being able to stop it, a mix of terror and desire taking over me. I could feel the moisture dripping, seeping between my folds, anticipating what was to come...