Beware the Purge: The Sub

Before the Sun Rises

Her masked Dom pulls a key card from his pocket and scanning the door open, the sub lifts, her head slightly off his shoulder to look at the room, dark like the rest of the club, with blue and pink neon lightly throughout. The wall across from the queen bed decorated in black sheets is a full mirror, reflecting the whole room. A spanking bench sits in opposite corners of the room while the other houses a variety of chains and cuffs.

Her master’s sure footsteps walked towards a door near the bed, opening it to reveal a black marble-tiled bathroom. “You were such a good w***e for me with everyone.”

“mhmm, thank you, Master.”

“Of course, my slave, you made your master proud. I almost wish I could keep you forever,” he murmurs, turning on the water in the bath.

“Hmm, I would like that, Master.”

“would you slave? I could bind you to me tonight and never let you out of my sight again.”

“Yes, Master. I would, I have nothing left. That's why I came here tonight…I had nowhere else that was safe.”

“mhmm, most of us don’t,” he says, undressing but leaving his mask on. He steps into the bath and offers his hand to her, “Now, let’s get into the bath and clean you up…sunrise isn’t upon us yet.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered, slipping into the warm water up to her shoulders.

Her Dom’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, gently running water through her hair and cleaning both their bodies. The sub closes her eyes, enjoying the silence only filled with her muses of pleasure at his gentle care.

His lips touch her neck, gently and it takes her brain a moment to process before she opens her eyes to look at him, but the mask is securely back in place. The stitchwork smile widened as he stood, pulling the drain, before drying her off, and wrapping her body in the soft warm towel.

He guides her out of the bathroom, setting her on the bed, “Here,” he says, sitting down next to her and offering a glass of water with ice. She starts to reach out her hand, and he shakes his head, “Let me give you the water, my beautiful slave. Let your Dom take proper care of you.”

“Yes, master…” she whispers, as he brings the glass to her lips again. She takes a tentative sip, realizing how thirty she is, her master tips the glass, allowing her to take long gulps, draining the glass. “Mhmm such a good girl. Would you like another glass?”

“No, Master, I feel better. Thank you.”

“Of course, I take care of my slaves, especially when continuing to play with them.” The sub’s body shivers at her master’s words. The excitement was already building in her core again. “Lay down, my slut.” He whispered, moving his body into her space, following her eager movements to the center of the bed. His stitchwork smile widens as he takes a slip of purple fabric out of his pocket. “Do you remember your safe word, my slave?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good, use it if you need to, I will stop immediately. Is that understood, slut?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl,” he whispered, slipping the fabric over her eyes and tying it at the back of her head. “Move it to ensure you can not see.”

“Yes, master.”

“Good girl,” he whispers, his breath against her neck as his soft lips graze against her skin, his fingers trailing down her arms. His lips trailed along her jaw, capturing her lips, his hands easing her arms over her head binding her wrist.

Her Dom releases her lips, kissing down her chest and abdomen, spreading her legs with gentle coaxing movements. His fingers trailed down to her right ankle, tying it before moving to the left, his weight shifting back, “Mhmm, I love to have such an obedient slave spread and ready for me.”

The sub takes a steading breath as her dom’s tongue begins to trace her n****e, his fingers gently caressing the other. The sub pulls at her restraints at her master’s attention, a groan escaping her as she tries to push her hips up into him. He chuckles “Such a needy little w***e aren’t you?”

“Yes, Master, I want you, Sir.”

“Maybe if you continue to be a good slave.” Coaxing a cry out of his slave as he bites down on her n****e. He releases her, leaving her gasping at the sudden onslaught of pain before his hot mouth sucks at her c**t. Pain is forgotten, her moans fill the room unburdened, he laps at her juices.

His skillful tongue forced her closer and closer to the edge. “Master, please may I c*m?”

“No, Slave. Hold it.”

“Yes, Master!” she cries as her tongue returns to her c**t unrelently. “f**k, Master, please please let me c*m!”

“No, slut, hold it!” he whispers against her c**t, pressing two fingers inside her, her p***y tightens with her need. He took steading breaths through the sensation of his fingers starting to pump in and out of her.

His mouth reclaimed her swollen c**t. She cries immediately, “MASTER PLEASE! WHAT THE f**k!” She screams as pain shoots across her right thigh, the feeling of wetness running down towards her ass.

A moan slips out of her as her master continues his attention on her c**t and slick channel. Her brain refocused on the pleasure, instead of the stinging in her thigh. Dom adds a third finger into her slick channel, sucking her c**t hard again. “Please, Master!”

“No.”

“f**k, yes, Master.”

“mhmm, there’s that brattiness.” He chuckles, his weight moving from between her legs and off the bed. The substrains her ears at the shuffling of his movements, he sets a few things on the bed near her feet. His footsteps are silent for a moment before she hears a small click near the door. “There we go, now we can continue,” he murmurs against her neck, tracing his nose up to her ear, and kissing her cheek.

His heat moves again to her legs, positioning something at her entrance, his fingers circle her c**t gently as he pushes a dildo inside of her, another small click sounds through the room as the dildo starts to pump in and out of her slowly.

“mhmm, such a perfect slut.” the master whispers, switching on a vibrator and placing it against her c**t.

“f**k master, please let me c*m!”

“Not yet.”

“f**k f**k yes master.”

“mhmm, good w***e. Do you like the machine, cunt?”

“Yes, Master, yes, it feels so good.”

“Good girl, you’re such a good whore.”

“Master, please may I c*m?”

“No,” he whispers, taking the vibrator off her c**t.

“Thank you, Master.” she breathes, trying to catch her breath and force the orgasm back down.

“You’re welcome, Cunt.”

“f**k, Master, the dildo feels so good, Sir.”

“I’m glad you're enjoying it, my slave.” The sound of the door clicking shut, punctuated his words. “Well, hello Pinkie, how has your evening been?”

“Very…fruitful, thank you.” Pinkie’s small voice replies.

“You are most welcome.”

“Hmm, has she been a good sub for you this evening?”

“Yes, very good, to be honest, I’m tempted to keep her.” Her master says, turning up the machine.

The pumps harder and faster into the sub’s swollen pink p***y. Her heavy breathing and moans filled the room. “Master…please please may I c*m?”

“Yes, my divine slave, you may cum.” He whispers against her neck, placing the vibrator against her c**t, as pain laces across her left thigh.

“f**k! THANK YOU MASTER!” she screams, her p***y clenching around the fast-pumping dildo. Her arms and legs strain against the bonds as her juices squirt out of her quivering, sensitive body.

The machine continues to f**k her, propelling her towards the edge again, “Please master please!”

“Yes, my slave.” He whispers, taking her n****e into his mouth and biting down on it. The wave of pain sent her spiraling into ecstasy, her body quaking against the pleasure overtaking her, consuming her mind, body, and soul.

Her body continues to spiral, pulling her into another orgasmic wave. The sub shakes her head, “Master, I can’t stop cumming master please.”

“You know how to stop this slave.”

The slave clenches her teeth as her body tightens again, screaming through the sensitive painful pleasure the machine is inflicting on her. “Bonkers!” she cries as her body is forced to squirt at the f*****g machine once more.

The machine is turned off immediately. Her legs and arms were unbound, the blindfold removed. She keeps her eyes closed, breathing in deep lungs full of air as her master begins to clean the bed.

The sub opens her eyes at her masked master, turning on the light in the bathroom. He comes back to her quickly with ointment and dressings.

“Did you hurt yourself, Master?”

His stitchwork smile widens as he chuckles, “No, my beautiful slave, I hurt you. I need to dress the wounds.”

At his words, the sub looks down at the two small cuts, one on each thigh, the blood already dried. “Oh, I hadn’t realized, Master.”

“You were such a good girl. Did you enjoy it?” He asks, sitting down to dress her wounds.

“Very much, Master.”

“Good, now, let's get some rest, the sun will be up soon.” He says, putting the supplies away in the bathroom.

“but…Master…”

“What is it you want to say, my beautiful slut?”

“I haven’t served your c**k tonight, Master…”

“mhmm, don’t worry my cunt. I will be taking my pleasure from you while you rest.” He whispers, slipping under the sheets, his long thick c**k nettling between her round luscious cheeks. “Rest now, my beautiful perfect whore.”

“Hmm thank you master…” she whispers as her eyes drift close as sleep takes her.

The feeling of pleasure filling her core, dreams of her Dom filling her, breeding her, and keeping her warm in his arms forever.

The distant sound of three horns pulls the sub from sleep. She opens her eyes lazily, looking around, the events of the purge replaying in her mind. She turns onto her back, finding the bed and room empty. She sits up combing her fingers through her hair, the feeling of sticky wetness between her legs evident. A smile on her lips as she heads into the bathroom, finding a box with a note on the top that reads “Until we meet again, my beautiful slave. -D”

The sub’s smile widens, opening the box to find a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, socks, and shoes. She inspects the bandages before dressing slowly, savoring her last few moments in the room before departing. The club is quiet with a few last parts lingering throughout. The sub passed through the vacant lobby.

The security guard opened the door for her, allowing the sunlight to enter. “Did you enjoy your stay, Miss Thorn?” He asks as she walks out onto the brightly lit street covered in bodies and blood.

She smiles up at the sun,“Yes, it was the perfect purge.”