“Yes, Master.”

He waited until her pelvis had lowered onto the table, until she was calmly spread out, relaxed and docile, before he slid the toy back inside her again at that sadistically idle pace. Her pussy throbbed against the toy. It would take very little to make her come. If she was patient and calm, then maybe…

“It’s time for a choice,” he said, breaking her concentration. “I can stop everything for the night and we can go upstairs to bed, or I can move on to the paddle and the flogger and let you have your orgasm when I’m finished.”

Normally, Faith’s choice would have been easy. Stop the pain and scariness, and let’s go to bed. But he knew her body like a poem he’d memorized. He knew how to play nerve endings in both good and bad ways. It wasn’t a secret how close she was, or how desperate, given the rope burns she would likely wear around her wrists for the next several days.

“Master, please…”

“Choose or I’ll choose for you. Maybe this is all too much too soon. We should go to sleep. Or maybe you should sleep down here alone tonight. It’ll give you some space away from me to think and feel safer.” The honey in his voice was a trap, but it held such possibilities that she couldn’t resist entertaining the new option.

Yes. She could stay here for the night alone and masturbate and take care of this ache he’d caused with the toys he kept fucking her with. She’d have her orgasm and be spared further escalation.

“O-okay,” she said. “W-we should stop.”

“Of course, you’ll wear a chastity belt so you can’t touch that sweet cunt of yours. That’s mine. You don’t get to touch it without my permission ever again.” He chuckled. “Did you think your body was still yours to control? It’s mine.” The last word he whispered in her ear, his voice animalistic and guttural. “Does that change your answer?”

During all of this he hadn’t let up on his assault of her body. He removed the toy and she almost lost her mind, but then his tongue was on her. She squirmed against his mouth. A few more strokes and she could come.

He backed away seconds before her release. “Well? Alone with your chastity belt, or pain and an orgasm?”

“Please… I need…” If she could manage the self control, she could be spared one more night.

“I know what you need. Answer me. Say the words. I want to hear them fall sweetly from your lips. And say please again. I enjoy how polite you are.”

“P-please, Master, I need to come.”

“So you want to move up to the paddle and the flogger then? A bit more pain?” As he spoke, he pressed two fingers inside her.

“Y-yes, Master, please.”

“I told you I could make you wet when we did this.”

They both knew it wasn’t the pain that caused her arousal, but if he mixed everything up like this often enough, would her brain and body become so jumbled that she wouldn’t know the difference? It was certainly a better outcome than simply enduring it to be with him. She thought about the looks of satisfaction and peace on the faces of the women as they left his dungeon, and wondered if that look would soon be on her own face. For the first time, it felt like a real possibility.