I smirk as I watch my newest play thing squirm against his bindings. I approach the table he lays on, allowing the heels of my work boots to click against the cement floor as I walk. My toy freezes up in response to the sound. I tap my fingers against the cool metal of the table before allowing my hands to ghost over the solid, and naked, chest of my captive, pausing to circle his peaked nipples with my fingertips. I chuckle at the quick intake of breath from the man that results. I trace the muscles of his abdomen with a smile.

Pressing my lips to the throat of my toy, I allow my deep voice to rumble against his skin as I speak, "Do you like that?"

My words only cause my play thing to struggle more, but I didn't miss the involuntary thrust of the hips that was his first reaction. Muffled sounds come from underneath the gag I placed in my toy's mouth and I shake my head with a smirk. Snaking my hands up into his hair and tugging at the dark brown strands, I whisper, "Shh, there, there. Everything is going to be all right. Just relax."

The tremble that runs through the body of my captive excites me. This is going to be fun.

"I'm going to take the gag out of your mouth, all right?" I say. My slave nods eagerly. "Don't get too excited now." I pat his cheek. "You are not to speak unless spoken directly to first and you are to refer to me as sir, or your master, only. You are to be polite and courteous towards me at all times. I will expect nothing less. If you fail to abide by these rules, you will be punished. Do you understand?"

My play thing doesn't respond, but I do not miss the shiver that runs through his body. I tighten my grip on his hair, yanking it in my grasp, and spit, "I asked you a question. Do you, or do you not understand?"

He lets out a whimper but nods.

"Fantastic." I grin, releasing his hair.

I trail my fingers across the jaw of my captive before removing the gag from his mouth. "Thank me." I command.

"I-I-I… thank you… Master." my toy stutters, gasping out when I begin to play with his nipples.

"Good boy." I praise, running a hand through his hair. "You are a quick learner."

"Where are we? Who are you? What do you want from me?" he gasps out. I ignore the questions and return my attention to the man's nipples, pinching and tweaking them some more. He lets out a small moan of approval and I smirk. "Does that feel nice?"

My slave lets out a soft sigh. "Yeah, i-it-it feels real nice." he admits, arching his back up into the contact.

I slap him hard across the face. "Are you forgetting something?"

"M-Master."

I caress the red hand print now forming on my play thing's face as he cringes. "That's better." I ask, "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"I-I'm sorry?" he offers.

"I thought so." I snake my hand down to snap at the elastic of my play thing's boxer briefs against his skin. "You wouldn't purposely disobey me, would you my pet?"

"N-No, sir." he answers me. "Can you please take this blindfold off me, sir?"

"Are you always this much of a bitch or do I just have this effect on you?" I ask.

"I'm n-not a bitch." he growls back in response. I grin, ready to take in his feisty side. This ought to be interesting.

"Please, you're practically putty in my hands. You melt under my touch."

"I do not!" the man goes to spit in my direction, but it doesn't reach me. Gravity only brings his own saliva right back down onto his face. I laugh and smear it across his skin.

"You just earned your first punishment." I say. "This should be exciting. Hmm… What to do with you, what to do? There are just so many possibilities!" I ponder what to do for a moment before deciding, "Why don't we start basic? A simple beating ought to do the trick."

"I-I, no, I'm sorry! Please!"

"I knew it. You're nothing more than a pathetic child. Don't try to act tough with me. I know how terrified you must be." I send him a full force punch to the ribs.

He lets out a groan, straining against his bindings. I give him no time to recover before sending another punch straight into his jaw.

"Stop! Please! I'm sorry!"

I ignore his pleas and pull out my pocket knife. My slave's body trembles at the sound of the blade opening. "What is that? Please don't hurt me!"

I drag the blade down my pet's side, cutting open his flesh. Bright red blood spills out from the wound and I smear it across his abdomen like I did with his spit on his face. He releases a hiss of pain which causes me to grin. I continue cutting up my slave's until he begins to look a bit pale from the blood loss. I close my blade with a sigh and slide it back into my pocket, not even bothering to wipe the sticky red liquid from the knife first.

"Smile for me, slave." I order.

He shakes his head, refusing. I grab at his hair, pulling it roughly, and command, "Smile."

The man gives me a weak, shaky smile and I chuckle. He is going to be a lot of fun to have around, that's for sure.

"I like you." I state, taking in the squirming half naked slave before me. "You have some fight to you, but deep down, I think we both know how much you like being controlled." I reach out and slide my hand under my toy's boxer briefs, resting my hand in between his hips, right near my slave's lower abs. I caress the soft skin with my fingertips.

"More!" my pet begs, despite the immense pain I know he must be in at this point.

I chuckle before retracting my hand, earning a whine from my play thing. "Sorry, my pet. I don't play by your rules." I ghost my hand over the front of my slave's underwear before leaving the room with a laugh.