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Rebecca felt the cold steel of the handcuffs snap onto her wrists, her weaved fingers entwined behind her head. The mustiness of the damp cellar filled her nostrils, as she breathed in, mouth closed, breathing in slowly trying to quell her rising anxiety and anticipation of what was happening. Goosebumps were peppering her pale skin in the cool cellar air, he had already ripped her blouse from her petite body leaving her, naked but for her skirt, stockings and shoes, her pert perfect breasts were highlighted by her erect hard nipples. Rebecca began to feel very small and vulnerable.

Next came a blindfold covering her eyes, Rebecca felt his hot breath on her neck, as his strong dark presence moved behind her restraining and immobilising her. The image of the dim dingy cellar disappeared as the silk material was tied tightly around her head. Despite the coldness of the air, Rebecca could feel the heat of her sexual desire grow as her white skin began to flush with pinkness. Rebecca tilted her head back to take a deep gulp of air, her silky dark hair shimmered as her head shook.

A rough hand grabbed her left wrist, yanking her cuffed hands over her head. Rebecca heard a metallic creak and scrape as the cuffs' chain was lifted over a heavy thick hook. The cuffs and hook meant she had no escape. She knew she should not be enjoying this but her anxiety and panic gave way to a sexual anticipation racing round her mind, her body trembling with lust. Noises of gears clicking and a chain moving, the hook slowly lifting Rebecca's hands and arms higher above clasping her hands together over the handcuff chain and hook, her feet leaving the floor, her high heels falling from her stockinged feet, Rebecca heard them bounce off the stone floor of the cellar as he kicked them out of the way.

Rebecca's breathing soon became laboured as she hung by her wrists waiting for his next move, she felt even more pressure on her arms as he dragged her short skirt quickly down over her slim hips. Rebecca's arms begin to ache, and her shoulder joints start to burn. Relieved at the sound of a chain, gears came and she felt herself being lowered as her feet touched the floor, she began to feel her shoulders relax. Rebecca's feet had just settled onto a soft rug he must have placed there, while she was in the air. A pointed leather shoe pushed between her feet forcing them apart, as her stance got wider it lowered her body putting pressure back on her wrists and shoulders.

Rebecca heard various noises as he moved around the cellar, she convinced herself she could tell where he was in the room but in reality, she had no idea. A leather restraint was buckled around one ankle, quickly followed by its twin on the other. He gripped each ankle in turn and there was a solid metallic click leaving her unable to bring her legs together. Rebecca knew she was completely at his mercy, all she could do was twist and writhe against her restraints, on display like a piece of meat naked but for her thigh-high lacy hold-ups and a matching pair of tiny black lace panties.

Rebecca's heart beat hard in her chest as she became aware of him behind her, feeling his teeth bite into her neck firmly, as one of his large hands gripped her panties and ripped them roughly from her hips, leaving her tight smooth pussy on show. She forgot her ankles were restrained and automatically tried to close her legs to hide her embarrassment of being exposed like this. Her action made her lose her balance and she fell forward, the metal of the cuffs cutting into her wrists, Rebecca yelped as she felt a strong arm wrapped around her and pull her up straight.

"Well, Rebecca do you know why you're here? " He said in a deep voice.

"Yes I'm to be punished!" Rebecca said defiantly.

"Did you not mean to say, Sir? Now answer properly," he ordered.

"Sorry sir. I'm here to be punished."

"Wrong! You are here to be trained as my Toy slut. Trained to be a good obedient girl. Chastisement is just part of that." He stated firmly.

"Sorry, Sir. I am here to learn, I want to be your good girl" said Rebecca. Then suddenly all went quiet he wasn't behind her, the cool

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