City Of Need

🔥🔥🔥10 ❤️‍🔥 Seventeen Strikes

Roxy

Jack steps behind me and taps my ass with his boot. 'Down the staircase, Little Doll, stay on your knees.'

It's difficult crawling down the staircase and the stairs are different heights, so it's hard to judge the distance of each one, but every time I freeze or look back at him, he pulls gently on my leash and says, 'I've got you. You're ok Little Doll.'

So I keep going, all the way to the bottom of the staircase. The floor of the basement is hard concrete, but the room is warm.

I wait on all fours for him to tell me what to do, as he moves around the room switching on small lamps that give out a soft yellow light.

Gradually I start to see the shape of the room. A rectangle, no windows, a low beam runs the length of the ceiling.

Along the beam are hooks and chains at different heights. But it's not the hooks and chains that scare me. My heart starts to beat faster. What the fuck is it about this place that scares me so much?

He comes back to me, picks up my leash and I follow him to the center of the room, where a large metal hoop is attached to a fitting cemented into the floor. There are chains attached to it, and a mat beside it. My heart beats faster and I try to pull back on my leash.

'Little Doll, you know I have to do this.' His voice is firm. I start to shake. 'On the mat. Now.'

I crawl onto the mat, and he moves me like a doll. Pushing my body until my back is to the hoop and I'm kneeling with my hands behind my back.

I hear chains rattling, then the click of cuffs around my wrists. I can't help but pull on them.

I twist my head around to see that I am chained to the hoop. He stands up, walks in front of me. He's holding three objects between his fingers - small medium and large.

'Toys for you Little Doll, if you're a good girl, you get to choose which one.'

He puts the toys down on a table at the side of the room then picks up what looks like a small hoop attached to leather. I'm too afraid to ask what it is.

Walking back over to me, he says, 'Open wide Little Doll.'

I shake my head and clamp my mouth shut.

He cocks his head to the side and smiles, 'Last chance Little Doll. We've played this game before and you know I'll always win.'

I keep my mouth shut and shake my head. He reaches for my nose and holds it. Tears sting my eyes as I fight to keep my mouth shut.

I gasp for breath and he puts his fingers inside my mouth, holding it open. I try and bite him as he inserts the ring into my mouth, but he's got too tight a hold on me. Once the ring is in, it holds my tongue down and pushes into the roof of my mouth.

I can't close my mouth. Can't move my tongue, can't swallow. I try and struggle as he pulls the leather straps on each side of the ring, around the back of my head and buckles them together.

'Settle down Little Doll. Just breath. You know the way this works, you may not be able to talk but if you need this to stop all you have to do is click your fingers.'

I nod, but I can't swallow my saliva and it starts to fall out of my mouth, dripping onto my dress.

'Oh, Little Doll. We're going to need to get you out of that. We don't want to spoil it.'

I concentrate on trying to breath as he walks back to the table. Picking up a set of scissors and a riding crop, he comes back and drops the crop on the mat in front of me.
The crop is one of my favourite toys. I try to stop myself from giving that away. He seems to be able to read my every move.