Adam left, closing the door, sealing Clara inside the white marble-clad bathroom. He was pleased with how well she had managed, and that she had not resisted him but the water surrounding her. He sensed that Clara was truly ambitious in her submission, willing to trust him perhaps beyond what she should. He knew he wanted to hurt her, and to humiliate and control her, and now his mind opened to the breadth of her potential and the paths it revealed for them. He savored the air of her coming debasement, and his mind raced as to the variety of ways to accomplish it. He thought of isolating her, breaking her down into a creature that craved to be degraded by him and for him.

He remembered a technique: a slave confined to a small space, a closet really, clothed in a burka, bound and plugged. Total sensory deprivation. He shook his head. He was unsure how Clara would respond to such treatment. It would have to be managed correctly. His mind wondered as he circled around Monique lying on the floor, a hood covering her head, her arms now cuffed in leather and bound behind her. There were red and black wires trailing up her torso, ending at her nipples. Adam crouched down and listened to her breathe.

Reaching out, he put his hand on her head and stretched her body back, exposing her beautiful throat. She quivered and cried a bit, the sound muffled by the hood, laced tightly in back, but with a zipper across the jaw-line. Adam traced his hand to her chest, gently tweaking the twin needles in each nipple, making sure the electrical connections were true. Monique’s body jerked and spasmed with each random pulse, a fresh sweat covering her now.

Adam reached down and slapped her pussy, sending a sharp and different pain through Monique. She wailed around the cloth gag stuffed into her mouth. Adam slapped her differently now, with more intensity, focusing on her clit. Monique knew that this was her opportunity to come: Adam was giving her this gift now. She also knew that just busting out an orgasm might be considered willful. She ground her hips, pushing them into the slapping hand. Adam increased his power and addressed her loudly.

“You are headstrong and proud. Not like Clara, who is a babe in the woods. You think you know already what I am, what I do? You think maybe I will prefer you over her?” Monique fucked at his slapping hand, now turned gentle and soft. He occasionally stopped to pinch her clit and penetrate her with his fingers. Each new sensation further aroused her. “nnmmmnnnnggg” She proclaimed through the gag, unsure even to herself what the answer was.

“You will learn I am not here for your pleasure or amusement, Monique. Quite the opposite, in fact.” With that he stopped spanking her cunt and rolled her over onto her freshly pierced chest. She screamed thru the gag as yet another pulse of electricity jolted her. She felt Adam lift her hips until she was on her knees, presented to him. Adam stood up and went to the bar.

Monique was trying hard to hold on to her arousal. She was exhausted and nearing the edge of her stamina. She had failed him, and suffered for him, for his pleasure, to prove her worth. She had given every thing she could, and wanted to give more, but was failing. Her flesh had been violated by sharp steel, and now by the pulsing of a thousand bees. She was weeping, uncontrollably. She wanted to sleep, to move into the comfortable darkness. Adam had probably abandoned her again. Monique cried, and the leather around her eyes dampened.

Adam drank a glass of water and started at Monique. She was a different prize, not nearly a blank slate like Clara but an instrument, a tool for him to use, to further Clara’s enslavement. And to sate himself, of course. He stepped out of his clothes and moved behind his other new slave. Pulling on Monique’s arms, he moved her body closer to his. She screamed louder as he penetrated her with one long thrust, from behind. “Dance for me Monique” Adam said as she ground onto him, the orgasm building in her, blinding her to the pain. She started screaming into the gag now, all the pleasure erasing the horrid rice, the sleepless night, the wicked cuffs, the piercing needles. She gave a deep gasp and came hard. She danced on him and collapsed onto the floor.

Adam moved her off his cock and pumped himself slowly, savoring the memory of her clenching muscles, rippling to the electrical pulses and Monique’s own desperate orgasm. He took a sharp breath and squeezed, cum squirting and dripping across her thighs and ass. When he recovered he unzipped her hood and pulled out the cloth gag. He wiped his cum up with it and pushed it back into her mouth. He zipped up the hood and returned to his clothes, dressing slowly as he gazed at her sleeping body.