OK - here's an excerpt. kitty was supposed to meet her first Master but instead was kidnapped.....

She felt the warmth as they went into a building which smelt of woodsmoke and feminine perfume. A few steps and she was then lowered onto her back onto a smooth, hard, surface. kitty’s hands were trapped uncomfortably underneath her and the rope pulling her ankles up towards her body so that her knees were in the air; effectively she was in a kneeling position but on her back. Hands pulled her body forward until her heels slipped off the end of whatever it was supporting her and rested on a round, narrow, cold bar and her bottom teetered on the edge of the surface. She could feel the edge at each side of her with her elbows and realised that if she lifted her heels from the bar she would slide forward. The man’s voice confirmed her precarious position. “Listen carefully kitty. you are on a high, narrow counter so if you try to move you will fall onto a very hard floor and whichever bone - your skull, hip, knees or shoulder - hits the floor first will break. And I WILL let you fall. Do you believe me kitty? Nod for yes”. kitty faintly nodded, fearful of moving an inch. “Good girl”. An image flashed into kitty’s mind - her cottage had a tall narrow wooden breakfast bar which separated the open plan kitchen and the living room. It had a brass towel rail at one end and the floor was tiled with hard slate. She moved her fingers as best she could on the surface beneath them. Wood. kitty’s attention was snapped back as the man placed a hand on each of her knee and said “open your legs kitty”. She instinctively clenched her buttocks together and pressed her legs tightly together. “kitty, that was an order, not a question. Now open!” His hands left her knees and she felt him grasp the tender flesh at the back of her thighs with his fingers. He pinched and twisted the skin and muscle so hard she gasped in pain and opened her legs immediately. Anything to stop the agony. But he didn’t stop. “Wider, slut”. kitty forced her legs as far as they would go. The pinching stop but the tortured flesh burned and throbbed. “Over here for a second, Maisie” he said calmly. kitty cringed, suddenly realising that the woman was still there and that she was about to look at kitty’s shaved and gaping pussy. “Nice bruises, Boss” said the woman in admiration “perfectly symmetrical.” “The first of many Maisie” replied the man “I’m hungry; could you fix us some food and get me a beer please?”. “Sure thing Boss. Am I cooking for two or three?” “Oh, just you and me, thanks. I think kitty’s diet should start right now”. “OK, Boss”. kitty sensed rather than heard the woman retreat but then came the familiar noises of cupboards being opened and pans rattled. It added to her feeling of unreality that a meal was being prepared whilst she was naked and helpless only feet away.

The man spoke again “I have a few things I wish to discuss with you kitty but I want you to inspect you first. Don’t move”. With that he worked his way around her body; pulling her lips back to look carefully at her teeth, running his hands over her face and throat and then down to her breasts, rolling them slowly in his hands, holding them as if trying to assess the weight, brushing his thumbs gently over her nipples. His hands were warm, dry and, whilst not as soft as kitty’s, they were not calloused or rough. Despite herself kitty felt her nipples grow hard and a tingle of excitement ran down her spine into her groin. He carried on, tracing a fingernail across her belly, placing his hands on each side of her hips and pressing in to find the hipbones just under the flesh. kitty felt the goosebumps break out on her skin and her breath quickened. “good girl” he said softly. He moved between her outstretched legs and ran his hands firmly down each thigh until he got to her groin. With his fingers splayed out his thumbs peeled her labia apart and uncovered her clitoris which by now was as hard and erect as a miniature penis. kitty could feel his warm breath on her open sex and wished he would do something - lick her, fuck her, play with her - anything to bring her to the climax she needed. Holding her open with one hand, he dipped one finger inside her, very gently. kitty groaned and had to stop herself from thrusting her hips forward - she had no doubt that he would go through with his threat to allow her to fall if she did. Two fingers now, agonisingly slowly whilst the thumb continued to tease her clitoris, not hard enough to tip her over the edge but with enough pressure to make her whole body tremble with tension. Suddenly he covered her pubic area with the heel of his hand with the two fingers still inside her, pressed down and rubbed hard. “Cum now, kitty” he said and her orgasm hit - the feeling started in the peak of her clit and bursting through her body, overwhelming her senses and making her entire body spasm in pleasure. It was so powerful she didn’t registered that his hands had withdrawn from her body and had once again grasped and twisted the same flesh he had hurt so badly a few minutes earlier. The pain was there but it was no match for the wonderful throbbing sensation from her pussy. As the pleasure subsided and the pain asserted itself kitty gasped and choked back a sob. “well done kitty” said the man as he patted her leg “your first orgasm as a slave. You can thank me later”. Bending down between her legs again he sniffed and said “Fe, fi, fo, fum, I can smell a slavegirl’s cum!”. A burst of laughter came from the kitchen and the man joined in. kitty felt sick with humiliation. She had been made to climax just to amuse this sick psychopath and his hateful bitch of a sidekick.