Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 117

Introduction:

Ali joins Sarah for babysitting and is shown the cash drawer and let in on her and Jenny's secret. All greedily joins the girls in their theft. Sarah is introduced to Mr. Michaels' sex dungeon, followed by a week of her hardest orgasm denial yet, with pain her only relief.

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As soon as she got home, Sarah called Ali not wanting to wait. Per Mr. Michaels instructions, she asked if Ali could babysit with her on Thursday and then cover for her the following Thursday. She promised that Mr. Michaels paid really well and also tipped really well, but that she would explain it all at school. Ali's easy agreement made Sarah wonder if All even cared about the babysitting or if she just wanted another chance to be alone with her. But quickly realized she didn't care and actually looked forward to being alone with Ali as well.

At school, she found Ali and explained how she and Jenny would take turns babysitting for Mr. Michaels. In a more hushed and conspiratorial manner, she went on to confide that when they dressed sexy, he would tip them really well. How the two of them made a game out of teasing him, with the harmless fun leading to plenty of cash. Fully intrigued, Ali agreed to join in on the fun.

Sarah had an early dinner and headed to Mr. Michaels as Instructed. The fact that he wanted her alone made her nervous, wondering how he would punish her for the spring break fiasco. She couldn't believe how much money it took to fix everything in the house and continued to chide herself on allowing such a shit show on her watch.

As soon as she walked in, she knew he had dramatic plans. Taking her to the den with little greeting at the door, he proceeded to strip her unceremoniously and slapped the velco cuffs on her wrists, ankles and neck. The fact that he didn't talk at all during the process made her cringe in fear. He then snapped a dog leash onto her collar and stood in front of her glaring down at her.

Unable to meet his gaze, she lowered her eyes and took her slave pose with her arms clasped behind her back.

Snatching the leash near the connection at the collar, he pulled her up to her tiptoes making her gasp. "Quite the little fuck up down in Florida, right slave?!" he demanded. The coarseness of his tone made Sarah shudder

"Yes sir."

"Look up at me when I'm correcting you!" he demanded, yanking the chain up, hitting her chin. Sarah quickly darted her eyes up to meet his, seeing only cold steel stare back. She stopped breathing.

"And quite the little slut down there too. Fucking everything that could walk."

"Yessir," she mumbled getting another yank on her chain.

"Fucking speak up when am talking to you. Did you fuck every dick you could find like the little whore that you are?"

"Yes sir!" she said loudly, fighting the urge to cower. He didn't want her to cower. He wanted her to own up to who she was. How she had acted. Even if that was exactly how he wanted her to act. She could feel it.

"Sucked plenty of cunt too. You have become a total slut, haven't you Sarah?" he demanded. "A cocksucking whore, flaunting and teasing that sexy body for anyone that would look, right?"

Yes sir. I am a slut. I like being a slut, sir." She felt the courage seeping back into her slowly even thought her hands and feet still felt numb and cold. If he let go of her chain, she might fall to the ground. But she felt a growing determination to own up to who she had become.

A small smirk crossed his face. "That's right. MY slut Sarah. You are my slut and you aren't going to forget that."

Yes sir. I'd never forget that. I am YOUR slut, always sir."

"Better. But I am going to punish you for failing me. Letting that party get out of control. You deserve to be punished. Made into the little fuck toy that you are. And reminded that I own that pussy. It is mine, right?"

"Oh yes sir. Your pussy. And I do need to be punished." His stare drilling straight through her had her pussy drenched. Knowing he intended to punish her dearly and she couldn't wait. The need to be his slut and feel him take her consumed her soul, relishing in his ability to scare her even with what she wanted most.

Without another word, he turned and started walking. The slack on the leash snapped taut and pulled her until she could catch up to him. Expecting him to lead her to the stairs up to the bedroom, he surprised her by turned to the stairs going to the basement.

Her skin tingled with fear and anticipation. Even more confusing, he led her into the wine cellar. The cool air hit her flesh making her shiver. A big oak table for tasting sat in the center of a room lined with racks of wine covering most of the walls. She briefly wondered if he planned to tie her to the hard table, the thought of which made her shiver even more..

But he led her around the table toward a small alcove with a big mirror in the center of the back wall. Pressing something on his phone, the wall silently slid open disappearing behind the wine racks. Sarah couldn't help her mouth falling open as he led her into a separate hidden room.

She heard the wall whisper closed behind her, but her attention got drawn to the contents of the room as the lights came on. They stood inside a big well lite room with what looked like cushions on the walls and a painted concrete floor. There were a number of full height mirrors on the three walls surrounding the entry door wall, one of which had a giant TV screen as well. The TV had a video playing of herself get fucked from behind by Mr. Michaels. She watched her face bounce back and forth toward the screen as he pounded into her hard and fast to her intense moaning.

Despite being fascinated and shocked by the image, she continued to look around. She saw a desk in the left far corner with several large monitors pointed the other direction. A great number of machines and apparatuses, all clearly designed for sex, sat everywhere around the large room. She recognized the two

massage tables the regular one and the longer one with the leather arm cuffs. A large X shaped stand with d-rings along each arm at different points sat over by one wall. Next to it, she saw what looked like a large dog cage.

The pummel horse apparatus that he had used to tie up her and Jenny in his room sat next to the massage tables. Then what looked like gynecologist chair, albeit a sadistic gynecologist chair, that had a little v-shaped seat with two adjustable leg supports that came off it and two arm supports that jutted out from either side. All of the supports had straps up and down them. Obviously, the thing had been designed to hold a woman open and spread out, giving full access to her genitals. And adjustable to put her into almost any position. Sarah could only imagine the torment he intended to put her through on that.

Next, she saw a machine with gears and a long pole sticking out of it that was capped with a giant dildo at the end of it. Clearly some sort of fucking machine. There were a couple of half barrel looking things with rubber pieces on the top of them. One that looked more flat with textured bumps and the other with a dildo sticking straight up in the air. The flatter one sat on the ground on a mat and the one with the dildo sat on a waist high stand with wheels.

A big sex swing hung in the corner opposite the desk and on one of the walls next to one of the mirrors, she saw an angled wall with holes all across it. In some of the holes were PVC pipe that stuck out or were rounded in a u-shape. Sarah guessed that pipes could be arranged in different configurations to hold a person in specific positions against the wall. It also looked like the wall had casters at the bottom and tracks on the wall that it attached to that would allow it to be raised to a standing position or lower it to a laying down position or anywhere in between.

There was another cage, but this one body shaped to force a woman to stay on her hands and knees, with a hole for her head and two holes for her breasts to dangle down through. She got another shiver trying to imagine being placed inside of it that only got worse when she saw a cord attached to it knowing it would probably shock her if any skin were to touch the metal surrounding her trapped body.

It surprised her to see a toilet with a small sink cabinet next to it out in the open on the wall with the entry door. It seemed so exposed being in an open room instead of in a bathroom. A tall set of shelves sat next to the sink with towels and other cleaning supplies.

All around the perimeter of the room hanging from different hooks were floggers, canes, paddles, crops and whips of different shapes, sizes and colors. She also saw sticks with dildos attached to one end. And there were a number of ropes and chains hanging down from the ceiling.