Jane (Collared and Chained)

Eyes down bitch, don’t look at me,” I ordered as I walked into her cell, she looked at her feet, her filthy feet, as I added, “Don’t you ever learn?”

She shook her head silently, “On your knees then,” I insisted and down she went onto her filthy knees on the dusty floor of the the cellar I had made into her prison.

I ran my fingers through her filthy matted long blonde hair as I drew her head towards me, “You stink,” I said, and she did, for she had no bath for the fortnight she had been with me, her shoulders covered with tiny zits from the filth in her hair as she had gradually become filthier and filthier with dirt and dust now covering every part of her shapely body as she knelt naked before me, knowing that now all her clothes were gone all she had left to offer in exchange for her bread and water was her filthy disgusting body.

I extracted my tool from my fly with exquisite care and offered the moist tip to her lips, she opened her mouth wide for me, looked up at me with pleading eyes despite my orders to look away and she allowed me to pull her head towards me until my tip touched the back of her throat.

She winced, threatened to gag and then she relaxed and closed her lips around me and began to suck.

“What do you say to having Fuckslut painted across your forehead?” I asked.

She just sucked and ignored me.

“And fuck on one tit and slut on the other?” I asked.

She concentrated on sucking, “You’re getting good,” I admitted, “But you stink,” she ignored me and carried on sucking.

“Cat got your tongue?” I asked, a stupid comment as she was licking my shaft as she sucked me.

“Jane,” I said, a Freudian slip as she was called fuck-slut, “I’m cumming.”

She nodded gently and she barely flinched as I started pumping and pouring my cream down her throat.

Once she would have fought me but now she tried to smile, was it only two weeks, two weeks from party babe to filthy cock sucking slut, a naked slut with nothing, a hungry thirsty naked desperate slut, who sucked cock delightfully.

She had blue eyes, I liked that, and her straw blonde hair had honey blonde roots, “Do you think Fuck Slut should be in red or black,” I asked as I pulled out and let her lick me clean.

“Red, Master.” she said.

“Yes, good, and your filthy hair, shall I shave your head.” I asked.

“As you wish, master,” she said but she looked so sad and a tear welled in her eye and dropped leaving a trail of clean fair skin down her filthy dusty cheek.

I guessed she had lost track of time, although I tended to come at the same time each day, before and after work, but the dim red light remained on 24/7 and she seemed to sleep most of the time.

I thought she was hooked on drugs when I saw the tracks on her arms when I first brought her here, I thought she would scream the place down, not that anyone would hear, those seventeenth century craftsmen knew a thing or two about building good solid cellars but she was a casual user not an addict.

I decided it was that now or never moment and with a pounding heart I asked, “Fuckslut what would you like if you could have anything, anything in the world?”

“A bath.” she said and I felt a surge of relief.

“But fuckslut, I would lay you down and force my filthy cock up your tight little cunt if you didn’t stink so badly.” I warned.

“I’d still like a bath,” she said and she looked me in the eye like she knew she wasn’t allowed to do.

“Oh, are you trying to seduce me?” I asked, she smiled.

“Yesterday you promised a Big Mac for a fuck.” she reminded me, “I’m so hungry Master.”

“Are you asking me to fuck you,” I asked

“Yes,” she said.

“Begging?” I asked.

“Begging, Master,” she agreed.

“Twenty swats with the cat o nine tails would earn a Big Mac,” I reminded her.

“I’d get infected Master.” she said.

“So you would, then what would I do for a bit of fun, so a bath, a fuck, a big mac, I think we have a deal.” I agreed as I pulled up my zipper, “Shall we?”

“I’m chained to the wall Master,” she pointed out, I smiled, the wide leather collar I first buckled and padlocked around her throat when I stopped in a lay-by shortly after I first captured her when I picked her up at the nightclub in what she thought was a Minicab that she ordered, the wide collar attached to a long rusty iron chain which was in turn attached to a metal ring which I had securely concreted into the floor.

“And I have the key.” I added, and I reached in my pocket and fished it out, it took a second to turn it in the lock and she was free.

She didn’t move, she looked shocked, “You’re going to let me take a bath?” she asked incredulously..

“Oh yes, bathe, wash your hair, splash on the perfume and then one de luxe fuck,” I agreed, “And then and not before, one big mac burger.”

“Where?” she asked stupidly.

“In the Bathroom.” I explained, “And then in my bed, for the fuck that is, the kitchen would be more suitable for the food.”

“You’re joking?” she said, “You’re surely not going to let me go?”

“Bath, fuck, eat, that’s the deal.” I agreed, “I’m quite looking forward to it.”

“God, you’re looking forward to it, I thought I’d never see anything outside this hole.” she said and she forgot to say master. “Master,” she said eventually.

“Just a second,” I said and her face fell, “Stop at the top of the steps, I’ll find you some slippers.”

“Slippers?” she asked.

“Oh yes you’ll leave filthy footprints otherwise,” I explained, “ready?”

She followed through the first door and she seemed surprised that there were concrete steps leading up to another door, the one leading to the passage between kitchen and back door, perhaps she had thought I had a Castle not an old and somewhat isolated farm house.

I let her step out into the cold stone floored corridor with its stained floral wallpaper covered walls and nicotine stained low ceiling and then I ordered her to “Wait!”

She didn’t know what to do, the heavy old oak back door was right there enticingly close, but she was naked and filthy and, “Want to make a run for it?” I joked.

She shook her head sadly, “Probably a wise choice,” I agreed, “Slip these on,” I said as I handed her a pair of my old slippers.