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He leads me down the hallway to a beautifully set-up exercise room and removes my collar and my ankle chains. I twist my head from side to side, rubbing my neck in blessed relief. He fetches a shirt and shorts and sneakers and socks from a row of cubicles on the wall, and hands them to me. I look around for a place to change.
“Really, Tamara?” Cruel amusement laces his voice. “I own every inch of your skin. Don’t ever try to hide it from me. If you aren’t naked in thirty seconds, I will brand my name on your ass to help you remember that.”
Brand me?Images of sizzling flesh sear my mind as I drop the exercise gear and rip off my clothing and drop it to the floor in a panic. He watches, a smile quirking his lips. He likes my fear.
Fucking bastard.
“Turn around, slowly.”
I do a pirouette for his approval. He nods, and cups my breast, and my nipple instantly swells in arousal.
“What is this, Tamara?” he asks, giving it a rough squeeze that nearly wrenches a moan of raw need from me.
“My…my breast, Master?” I’m confused.
His face doesn’t change expression as he slaps my breast so hard that it stings, and I yelp in pain.
“Try again?” He squeezes once more, much harder.
“Your breast, Master?” I pray that’s the right answer, as my eyes fill with tears of pain and humiliation. I can’t go a few hours without crying here. Will he ever tire of making me cry?
He stops squeezing and drops his hand. “Much better.”
He slides his hand between my legs, and I jump, but force myself to stand still as he slowly strokes me. Unwelcome heat floods my body and moisture oozes from me, soaking his fingers. How can I be filled with such hate and lust at the same time?
“And what is this, Tamara?” he says, his fingers still moving.
“Your pussy, Master.” I look down, and tears drip onto the floor.
“It’s wet for me, isn’t it, Tamara?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Who is allowed to give pleasure to your pussy?”
“You are, Master.”
He seizes a sensitive fold between two fingers and squeezes hard, sending a jolt of pain through my body.
“Who else?”
“Only you!” I cry out, writhing in protest at the cruel grip of his fingers.
His fingers relax. “Very good. You may not touch yourself without my permission. You may not masturbate. Only I can make you come, and that is a privilege that you will have to earn. Are we clear?”
“Y-yes, Master,” I gasp as he removes his hand. My body is pulsing with desire, and I grit my teeth against it, trying to will away the ache between my legs. Anger sizzles inside me. I’m not sure if I would have tried to get myself off on my own, knowing cameras are watching me everywhere, but the complete control he demands of me chokes me with helpless rage.
“What will I do to you if I catch you touching yourself without my permission?”
I grit the words out. “You’ll punish me, Master.”
He’s watching my face with that amused look, as if he can read every tormented thought that’s marching through my head. “Very good. Now get your exercise clothing on.”
He changes into a T-shirt and shorts, stripping naked in front of me without hesitation. I’m ashamed that I keep sneaking looks at his naked body, at that broad chest narrowing down in a V-shape to his perfect hips, at his thick, glorious cock. He doesn’t seem to notice.
We climb onto side-by-side treadmills. He sets mine at a pace that slowly increases from two to five miles an hour. My bruised ass and thighs ache dully. I’m gasping for breath when he waves me off twenty minutes later. He’s at a dead run and has barely broken a sweat.
“Go to the free weight area. There’s a list of exercises on the wall next to the mirror. Do all of them,” he says, and I hurry to obey him.
