THE RESULT OF THE SLUT GAGGING ON HER MASTER'S COCK WAS TO bring on a spasm that made her anal rings close tightly around the dildo.
The grip her muscles had, effectively held the dildo with enough grip to jamb its thrusting, and shunt the slut's whole body up and down the bench. This, instead of sliding in and out of her cave! The domino effect was to impale her throat even more deeply on his cock. Hence, apart from the slut nearly choking to death, the spasm became even more intense. It wasn't until her Master realised his slut's imminent danger that he hastily withdrew.
The machine shunted her up and down a few more times before her anal grip relaxed. It's normal function continued. The slut was now experiencing the satisfaction of being 'just meat.' 'It' was numb and rag like. It laid there and simply awaited any fate that descended upon it.
It's Master was busy setting up a tripod and camera.
"I'm going to film your bottom in slow motion as I cane it"
"Yes Master. That will be good for your slut, Master"
"I'm going to use my carbon fiber switch. It will cut into you flesh and leave some beautiful marks. They will be with you for some time. When they have gone they will be replaced."( She thrilled at this prospect.) "Until the collar ceremony, they will suffice to remind you of your submission. And that I own you!"
His mental state was almost paranoia. He new that the true holder off the power between them ....was the sluts! True. He was there to supply her with the dominance and that was something she needed. But if he ceased his constant punishment and beatings of her...What then? She might look elsewhere for the treatment. Possibly, he should ensure that when he was away on business, she should not go without? This would mean the employment of someone who knew how to keep her lusts satisfied. It would need to be a professional and experienced person. One who would present no threat to his possession
of her.
His tension was taken up by his use of the switch on his sluts bottom. With the camera running, his first strike cut into both buttocks with such force, the slut's skin folded over the rod, concealing it for a split second. Too quick for the human eye, but when played back in slow motion the true impact of the strike could be appreciated. The equipment also recorded the slut's scream of pain. This would be comforting to her Master at such times when they where apart. He could relive some of the emotions that he had enjoyed.
He laid two more cuts across her bottom with the same force and resulting screams. He shot the final minutes of the mechanical fucking and gained some close-up film of the dildo ramming into her love hole.
He re-angled the camera and took more film of his fist entering her gaping ring and recovering the 3" ball before plunging it back into her.
His forearm going in half way to his elbow. His slut was limp, and about all in. It had been through an hour or so of torment. It's thighs ached and the walls of it's love cave had been stretched from it's ring to the very centre of its stomach. The searing pain from the deep cuts to it's buttocks had left it in shock. It was now totally exhausted and lay on the low bench without a movement. Only it's breathing showed a sign of life. It's Master's boot shoved it over and onto the floor.
The nipple chain that was attached to the ring piercing in it's cock gave an excruciating yank and left it weeping on its back where it landed.
The slut groaned and suffered her Masters boot on her face and throat.
"On your feet slut!" he demanded. T.B.C.
