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3rd Person POV

Noah took her hand in his and brought her to the room's front door. Dixie was both excited and nervous, as well as her emotions were all over the place. She would be introduced to a new world of pleasure, and while Noah was well-versed in it, it was only the beginning for her.

"Dixie, when you step behind this door, you may or may not want to be apart of this life as much you think you do, and that's ok because I respect whatever choice you make. With that said, do you want to enter?"

She couldn't even make a sound, but she responded with a steady nod and a smile. Noah opened the door by placing the key into the keyhole. Noah Beck, the domineering and vicious sadist, was now in his real form— a genuine destructor.

Dixie's eye bulged when the door opened and they walked in. Her head was completely boggled. This was far superior to anything she'd ever seen in a movie or read in a book. Grey, burgundy, and white were used to paint the chamber, which was lit by low brown lights all around. It wasn't a bright room, but it was well-lit, well-ventilated, and spotless. Dr. Beck has never disappointed her, and she never anticipated it to be this clean.

"Before we go let's re-establish things."

Dixie, for the love of God, didn't want to hear this. She only wanted him to start. Noah didn't want to rush anything; the night was theirs, and he needed to double-check that everything was in order, just in case she had forgotten something.

"When you enter this room, you will fully submit to me. You are not a person, you're for me to use for my pleasure and my pleasure only. You wait for me at this exact spot kneeling or on the center of the bed. I realized how shy you are holding your body, but I can assure you of your undeniable beauty and perfection. You have your safe word as an option incase you can't handle any form of play. In the event you're unable to speak, tap your thighs twice, and three times for immediate abruption. I also see you hiding your body. Don't ever hide from me. You always so beautiful and perfect, remember that."

Wow. He's just amazing. She was at a loss for words. Everything he said boosted her confidence. He motioned for her to wander around the room and give it a quick tour. She was smitten by the sight. This was even more amazing than she had anticipated. Noah was his genuine dominant self, and as soon as he walked into the room, all lines of guilt and sympathy came to a stop.

Dixie began pacing around the room, assessing the situation. It didn't frighten her at all, which was impressive. "Open a drawer and look," he demanded.

He was able to read her mind and provide her the permission she wanted. In her entire life, she has never seen so many different toys. Not in pornographic films or even books. She came across nipple clamps, vibrators, handcuffs, pillos, and so forth. The only phrase that came to me to characterize her situation was "starstruck."

"That's enough, one last thing. All activities are SSC."

"Yes sir, I know."

And with that, there was no going back. Noah led her to the middle of the room, and blindfolded her. It was time.

Blindfolded and scantily clad. She stood in the middle of the room, appearing fresh and ready to be put to use. Noah snatched up the duotone tickler and ran it over her naked and exposed body. She leaped at the opportunity, laughing and smiling softly. He tickled her breasts, thighs, stomach, and back with the tickler.

He hit her out of nowhere, and she leapt. That was music to his ears as she gasped. "Now, let's do some math shall we. You have about 15 outstanding slaps and I'll round it off to 50 because you've been a brat."

"Y-yes sir." She felt the rush and wanted the pain. He led her to the red ascent bed handle and bent her over.

"Flogger, cane, slapper, paddle....mhm what for you?" She dare not say a word in response to him.

"Flogger it is. You're going to count. For every slap that's one. If you miss a count you start over from one."

"Yes si-"

Without warning, he flogged her causing her immediate reaction to be a jump. She felt pain, real pain but that soon subsided and became a sensation she wanted.

"One, sir." He smiled acknowledging her manners and devotion.

Slap. "Two"

Slap. "Three"

Slap. "Four"

Slap. "Five "

Every slap brought her closer to her high. She wanted this. She was tasting blood at this point. Noah didn't hold back. He flogged her ruthlessly fifty times with her also not missing a count.

"F-fifty, sir," she said tiredly, running out of breath.

He put down the flogger and began to caress her arse. She was inflamed and swollen. Her favorite striking toy was definitely the flogger. It was impactful and made her stomach swarm with butterflies. A surge of ecstasy washed over her body after each sting, making her wetter and wetter with each smack.

Noah dipped on the inside after bringing his fingers up to receive sex. Drenched. She was completely soaked. "You're so drenched, whore," he spat with delight. She was yet to be properly touched but was still beyond wet.

"Whore." She loved this reality. Degrading at its finest.

Dixie was at her peak and she wanted more. She wanted his pace to go faster and more ruthless but she knew to be patient.

"Get up and kneel." She better make sure her headgame was top tier.

He removed the blindfold and their eyes clocked one. The fear, desperation and wanting were evident and visible in her eyes, that meant he was doing something right.

"Remember what I told you about your throat, on our first encounter?," he said, stroking her hair and staring into her pretty eyes. "Such pretty eyes you have."

"Y-yes sir, you said you'd fix it soon enough."

"Ahh, good girl."

He drew out his stiff shaft and instructed her to suck. She began, but he was not pleased in the least. He knew she was capable of more. He saw potential in her, not just in terms of schoolwork, but also in terms of sex.

"Eyes up, relax your throat.....ahh yea"

He rammed his dick down her throat. This caused a teary reaction. She couldn't breathe but she loved it. She was living for it,

"Remember what to do when you can't talk." She slapped her thighs signally her response. He smiled. Noah wanted her to take it all, and she was going to. No questions asked.

The more she was relaxing her throat was the more tears she had. But these were tears of want. The mascara was running down her face was a sight for sore eyes. Noah removed his dick from her mouth and a trail load of saliva came out. That was the best view.

"Now, suck properly and I don't care if you choke. I will cum and you'll swallow every single drop."

Orders were orders and she dare not disobey.

Dixie got down to business. She began by teasing his tip before moving on to his shaft. She slid his member all the way down her throat in one large movement. In delight, he gasped and groaned. She bobbed her head while deepthroating and never looked him in the eyes. It was crucial to maintain eye contact. The only thing better than his hand suffocating her airways was his dick doing it.

He reached his peak after she sucked, gagged, bobbed, and spat. He sprayed cum right into her mouth for one more job, and she swallowed it all.

Noah was impressed, and his sightings pleased him. She appeared to be worn out but still ready for more. Mascara damages, her ass and body leaving red marks? He'd never seen somebody in such good shape.

"Good girl, you kept eye-contact, you deserve a reward."

She was shocked at her capabilities. He really brought out everything in her whether is was good, bad or in between.

The realm of torture certainly didn't end there. He opened the drawer and took out four toys: nipple clamps, necklace vibrator, hand cuffs and ankle cuffs.

"Get up and walk over to the bed. Lay on your back. I don't care how sore you are."

Dominance at its finest.

She acted swiftly since she didn't want to make him wait. He stepped to the side and re-blindfolded her as soon as her body made contact with the bed. She couldn't see anything but red because she was wearing a crimson blindfold. In the BDSM universe, red was the color of danger. She heard chains clanking and startled and gasped when they fell.

"Don't move, before I tie you up in one position."She stilled and he smiled, a mental victory almost.

Her hands were cuffed to the bed head, and her ankles were cuffed to the bed foot. She yanked and yanked on them, almost wriggling free, but she couldn't. She was unable to move.

Noah approached her and inserted the cold metal necklace into her entrance. Her pussy clenched on the metal due to the frigid sensation. He proceeded up her body and clamped her nipples, making sure they were tight. He strengthened his grip till he had a response from her. She jumped when she felt a pinch. It was sensational.

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Fuck, I was overjoyed. This was fantastic. All of this suffering and pleasure were exactly what I wanted and need. I'd only read about it in novels before, and I never imagined the day would come when I'd be living it. I wasn't able to see anything. Although I was blindfolded, my other senses performed admirably. I could sense when he was getting close to torturing me.

He gushed, "You look so gorgeous like this." Being appreciated by him is the best feeling in the world. The nicest and cruelest of men.

3rd Person

She laid there waiting to see what he'd do next, but nothing could have prepared her for this. Noah yanked the clamps tighter. Dixie shouted, and just when she thought it couldn't be any worse, he turned the vibrator up to maximum speed. Her body was jerked, and she laid there attempting to drown out the moans.

He cried, "Don't hide them, let the whole city hear you!"

She screamed and sobbed because she couldn't take it any longer. More tears streamed down her cheeks. All of her aches and pains began to ache with pleasure, and she was completely wet. Noah knew she needed to cum, but life isn't always simple for her. He wasn't going to make it easy for her.

"Do not cum, until I say so." His tone remained firm and stern.

He let go of the clamps, left the vibrator on and went for other toys.

Candles and a torch.

Her shouts and groans were soothing to his ears. Her tears had saturated the blindfold, but she never said the safe word. This was what she craved. In addition to the vibrations, he lit the candle and let the wax drip on her skin. She was startled by the sense of urgency and unpredictability.

"Fuck, is this wax?" she wondered aloud.

The sting of the direct application on the dripping wax irritated her, but the cooling effect led her to chuckle happily. He had inebriated her to the point of euphoria. Never in a million years did she imagine this would be her life, but time brings opportunities, and she was given the best of them all.

He followed the dripping wax down her boy, landing on her nipples and a few inches from her genitalia. She was floating on cloud number nine. She screamed as each drip of melted wax made contact with her skin. The burning sensation quickly turned into a cool, tolerable sensation. Her body was bright crimson, like a canvas, and he desperately wanted to put it on his wall, but that was a strategy for another time.

He took out the clamps as well as the vibrator. Her body became lifeless as a result of this. Her spirit looked to have simply vanished.

"Tell me what you want," he urged.

"Fuck me, p-please," she cried and begged.

"I don't believe you, beg for it slut," he said while grabbing a fist full of her hair, bringing their faces closely together.

"Sir, p-p-lease, I want you to fu- AHHH"

He slammed his cock into her. She was caught off guard, and he rammed into her. She tried to get some balance by lifting her hands and feet, but she forgot she was restrained. He went hard, fast, and deep, snatching every breath she could manage. He grabbed her neck to add more pressure and slammed into her, hitting her in the region where the fluids gushed.

Noah rolled her over on her back, and she immediately realized what that meant: head down, ass up. She deserved every ounce of orgasm she was going to get tonight.

From the behind, he slammed into her. Her eyes rolled back in her head. He yanked the blindfold from his face and tossed it to the side with his free hand. She was suddenly able to see everything in front of her. She gasped, yelled, and screeched as her eyes rolled over. He wasn't gentle with her. She was tortured, exploited, and broken, but she liked it. This was the life she had always desired, and she had finally gotten it.

Noah fucked her.

Hard. Fast. And deep.

"You can cum as many times as you'd like baby," he said.

That statement was music to her ears. That is exactly what she did. She came and came and came and came and Noah pulled out of her, opened her restraints, and watched her collapse on the bed. She was exhausted. Definitely exhausted. She appeared to be a limited-edition work of art.

He went to set up the necessities for aftercare while he left her in the room for a while. Dixie was getting the butterfly effect. There were no words nor utterances that could possibly make life any better. Noah didn't disappoint her and she wanted more— more pain, more aggression. But with time comes the grant of all wishes.