EXTRACT FOR
YES MASTER!
(Kim Hardwick)

Stepping close so that I could smell the coffee on his breath, as well as his cologne, he began by softly tweaking my erect nipples with his forefingers and thumbs.

"An erect nipple is vitally important to this audition.  Oftentimes, a film stands of falls on the integrity of the erection."

I sighed heavily and was tempted to reach out and touch him; I so desperately wanted to feel this man who was having his way with me without my consent.  As horrible as it sounds, I would have let him do anything to me; anything.

"Let me see how wet you are," he said even as his brought his right hand down to my pussy and tugged on my bush before rubbing my clit.  Then he inserted his fingers up my thoroughly moist pussy.

"Yes, you are prepared for the shoot.  Don't say a thing, just follow my lead.  I will guide you."  He turned me around and began to play with my anus.  He then brought his left hand over and continued tormenting my sensitive clit.  

I leaned back, closed my eyes, feeling his hard body through his dress shirt, and pressed by butt against his hungry fingers.  I was seconds away from an explosive orgasm.  I've already lost count of how many in just the past twenty four hours.

Suddenly, just as I was about to fall over the edge, he grabbed me by my hair and dragged me towards the main living room.

"Marcus!  What's wrong?"  I was barely maintaining my balances as his unexpectedly swift pull forced me into an awkward position.

"Time for your audition.  Remember, do not say a word.  I will refer to you henceforth as 'slut' or 'cunt'."

Talk about messing with my head.  I was leaning forward, head bent downward, as he brought me to this wooden object.  Earlier tonight, he referred to it as a wooden horse.  The top edge was lined with some metal and it was sharp looking.

Marcus now placed both hands on my waist and easily lifted me atop the wooden horse, as if I weighed nothing.  The sensation hitting my clit was amazing.  The sharp edge was definitely continuing the pleasurable treatment at Marcus' fingers, but only now, I had my body weight pressing down on my naughty clit; and she loved it.

"Stay still while I secure you, you fucking cunt."

I nodded and watched him secure my ankles to the floor via an iron contraption that fit around my ankles and had a chain welded to some sort of O ring bolted to the floor.

He then took my arms, and handcuffed them to a rope hanging from some pulley on the ceiling.  I was now thoroughly secured.  It was scary, yet sexy at the same time.  He was now literally in control of my life; it was so hot.

"Slave, I will now go into my toy room to bring out a toy.  I enjoy playing with this toy and for your sake, you had better enjoy it too."

After about five minutes, he came back holding a scary looking bullwhip in one hand and a cattle prod in the other.

"Slave, just remember to keep your screaming to a civilized level and you may yet survive your greatest orgasm yet."

And with those words, he rested the cattle prod by the sofa and reached back with his bullwhip.

CRACK

"OH FUCK!  OH FUCKING SHIT!  THAT FUCKING HURTS!"

He smiled as he prepared to let me have another taste of his 'toy' and even as he did; I suddenly realized that there was still about 8 hours until morning.