Porn Star Enslaved

Sweat was dripping from the end of my nose, but I couldn’t stop. No way, I had to keep going, make sure that the man whose cock I was bouncing on was happy. Up to the tip of his 8 inches and back down again HARD. The man grinning at me twisting my tits, an evil grin. And yes, I’m frightened – I'll do anything to keep this man happy.

I squeal; “Yeoow! God that feels good Sir! Yes SIR, YESSS! Fuck me Sir”! This cunt loves it Sir!”

I know what will happen if he finishes either before he says so, or if he’s even a bit unhappy.

So, I bounce. My legs are burning but I bounce, up and down, watching his face to make sure that he’s still enjoying it, but not enough to make him cum. Not yet, not until he says.

“Fuck your cunt’s sloppy, tighten the fucker up.”

At the same time his arm, until now lying across the bed, trailing on the floor, whips over and batters me across the face.

“Yes SIR, Sorry SIR!” I pant and I lift my diaphragm to clench my cunt muscles. His cock’s not very big but I can now feel every ridge in it; I can feel it reaming me. I squeal, again a high-pitched whimper. I know he’ll like that. I keep bouncing tho’, not been told to do otherwise. I remember what happened the last time I failed to deliver. After all it’s what I’m here for. He’s a man, I’m a bitch. Here to pleasure whoever I’m told.

Up onto the tip of his 8” and down again. Fuck he’s beginning to look as if he’s pissed with me!! Fuck no. What else can I do?

“Hit me again if you want to SIR!” And he does, his other hand still on my nipples squeezing soo hard, like a vise. Oh God I hope he’s happy with what I’m doing. The pain radiates from my tits.

“OK, you can let me cum now.”

Shit, that means like now, not in 2 minutes, but now. I increase the pace; it doesn’t seem possible I can go faster but I do. And it works, he starts to spasm. Now the really hard bit I have to keep his orgasm going as long as possible. I tighten my cunt even further, massage it as much as I can. FEEL the cock in me, milk it, feel the manjuice coating my chute. I’m scared but also content. I have that pleasurable feeling, deep inside which I only get when I give a man pleasure. My MASTER has taught me that. The fear comes from what will happen if I don’t do well. I keep whimpering and moaning;

“Fuck Sir that’s fantastic! I can feel your juice coating my pussy.”

He finishes, but I don’t get off. No, that’s not my place. I wait for him to speak.

“Not bad, now get off and clean it.”

I climb off his cock. I fuckin do it fast. The consequences of being seen as unenthusiastic don’t bear thinking about. I spin round and suck any cum and ass juice from his cock, making sure my teeth are well out of the way. I don’t forget any which might have leaked onto his balls.

I know my MASTER or Sir Martin will ask me about the session. The thing that makes my gut clench with fear is what will happen to me if this guy’s not happy. I’m lapping at his cock like it’s the most important thing in the world. At the moment it is for me, because failure to convince

the client of that means I get punished. I don’t want that, I so don’t.

The problem is that I’m not allowed to fish for a compliment. I’m forbidden to ask if it was ok. The client has to give me some positive sign that I did good. He has to say something like “that was nice”, or “enjoyed that”. Statements like that are the only things allowed.

I wait with bated breath; “Nice, very nice. I’ll use you again.” Thank God! The relief is indescribable, not that it’s over yet. Not by long way. My MASTER believes I should constantly strive to do better so I have to go over the session in my head in detail so I can tell him how I could have done it better. Lying is not an option; he records all of my sessions and looks at random tapes. Not only do I have to work out how to do better but I have to get it right. And so, every single time I have to do it better. It means all I think about is how to please men. It’s what he has made me into.

I never cum. Well not quite true, the only time I cum are on those rare occasions when MASTER tells me I did well, when he says he’s proud of me. At those words the cum spasms out of me. The orgasm is like nothing I have ever felt. I’d do anything to get that. I am totally his.

I need to explain, don’t I? It wasn’t always like this.

My name is Caleb, Caleb Miles. If you watch a lot of porn you might have heard of me. You see, I’m a porn actor. I’ve been doing porn since I was 18, starting as a big dicked twink and then getting into the mainstream as I became more known. That was 5 years ago. Things were going really well until my MASTER took me.

I was always a good looking boy, 6 foot one, worked out, green eyes, mousy brown hair, and I loved sex; perfect for the porn industry really.

I’m not gay;its just that gay porn was where the work was, and the gays liked me. So I never bottomed. I was only a top. Now I’m whatever MASTER decides I should be.

I used to do some escorting on the side; well, you do don’t you? Especially if you’re a looker and there are guys out there willing to pay you for a bit of company. Anyway, I get a date with this guy I’d never heard of before. He picks me up and we go back to his place. I can’t remember where we went. We went in and he looked at me grabbed my jaw, looked into my eyes and the world changed. It was like he was inside my head. It only lasted a few seconds and he let me go, but somehow I felt different afterwards. Then he said;

“What’s your name?”

“Caleb” I replied

He nodded and grinned, “And who am I Caleb?”

I was about to say something like “My date for tonight”, but then realised that was so, so wrong. Somewhere deep down inside I knew that this man now owns me. My entire world had altered, there was a compulsion and a recognition deep in me that knew this man was now my MASTER.

“You’re my MASTER! Please, I don’t understand what have you done to me?”

“I’ve changed your life Caleb. If you think about it you’ll realise that I’m now the most important

thing in your universe. In addition, you will obey me. There’s a compulsion in you which means it’s simply not possible for you to do otherwise. For you the compulsion is even stronger because you have a deep-seated need to satisfy men. A compulsion I’ve just put there. I’ve got no idea how it works, but trust me, it does.”

Then he said;

“Just to prove it I’m going to fuck that sweet manpussy of yours. Not only that but you’re going to do everything you can think of to give me a good time.”

“Please MASTER I only ever top; I’ve never been fucked. I’m not gay I only do it for the cash. Please MASTER, please.”

“From now on you get fucked by whoever I say. Occasionally it might seem as if you’re on top but actually you’ll only be doing what you’re told. Now get stripped and make sure you tease me while you’re doing it. I want you doing the best striptease ever. Finish on your knees in front of me with your mouth open.”

And that’s exactly what I did. I bumped and ground, wiggled my ass at him, put my finger in my cunt and then sucked it, moaned and groaned, squealed. In other words, I did everything I could think of to excite him, and yes I finished on my knees in front of him, mouth open and gazing up at him like the biggest cock hound in the world.

All the time I was grunting and grinding I was screaming inside. What’s happening to me! Who is this guy? What has he done to me How has he done it?

I carried on grinding and doing the sexiest bitch dance I was capable of. Worse I was trying hard to turn him on. That part of me which he controlled, that part deep down had me watching his reaction, trying to do my best. I finished in front of him, on my knees gazing up at him as I had been told, mouth open.

“OK we might as well get this over with. You need to understand exactly what our relationship is.”

There was a twisting fear in my gut. I could do nothing to stop this man. I knew I would do whatever he told me and bust a gut to make sure I did it well to please him.

“Please MASTER teach me”. Where the fuck did that come from? I felt as if I was imprisoned in my own head watching this happen.

“See that bench in the corner – I want you on your stomach across it and I want it NOW!”

I ran, I RAN across to the fuckbench I could see in the corner and lay across it.

“Now, just to make sure that we have that pea sized fuck brain of yours properly reprogrammed I am going to whip your arse, then fuck the shit out of you. You’re no longer a top. From here on in you’re what I want you to be. You can say whatever you want, no restrictions. You can scream and shout if you want but you WILL NOT MOVE.”

All of a sudden my tongue was free. I knew I couldn’t move from lying on the bench but I could

say what I was thinking.

“Who the fuck are you?! Why are you doing this to me? What do you want from me?”

“I’ll explain in a minute but first....” he said.

I heard a whishing and my arse exploded in pain.

“FUCK!! What are you doing?

CRACK !

From the corner of my eye I could see that he was using a strap. I now know it’s called a prison strap, with a handle and a leather tongue about 3 feet long. What I knew at the time was that it HURT.

CRACK!

After the third I screamed .I couldn’t help it. The pain was indescribable.

CRACK!

I’d only had three strokes but already I wanted it to stop.

“Please stop, no more. What did I do to you?”

“You did nothing”, he replied, "other than be what I wanted."

CRACK!

“Yeowww! Please I’ll do anything!”

“I know you will. That’s what compulsion is about. That’s why you’re lying there, not restrained but not moving. That’s the point to teach you that you are now owned, that you have no choices other than what I want.”

CRACK!

I was crying now, my eyes watering.

CRACK!

Sobbing, snivelling. Snot running from my nose, but I could not wipe it away because I could not move. I’d been told not to.

CRACK!

“We’re not there yet he said. It stops when I think you’ve learned something.”, he said.

CRACK!

“OH Dear God!”

My mind was in turmoil. Then I remembered what he had said about being owned, about calling him MASTER.

“Please MASTER, please!”

And he stopped.

I was sobbing but I had not moved. I was still laid across the fuckbench, my arse throbbing. I heard him moving round in front of me.

“Think very carefully Caleb before you answer this question. Who am I?”

“I’ve no fucking idea!” I sobbed. “Why are you doing this?”

That resulted in 3 more swats. He did it so hard I actually heard him grunting. This time the blows were across the top of my thighs, just below my buttocks. I screamed;

“My MASTER, my MASTER you’re my master” I howled.

"That's right and you will never forget again, will you.?"

"No MASTER"

"OK, so I don't have time to deal with you now. I'm going to give you an address and a name. You'll go there and meet someone you will call Mr Martin. You'll address him as Sir, and obey him as if he was me. Do you understand?

"Yes MASTER"

"But before you go I said I was going to fuck you didn't I?"

With that I felt his finger enter my arsehole as he lubed it. Then pressure as he pushed in, and pain when he entered. I was whimpering again but the compulsion to do my best was till there. I groaned and he started moving in me, gathering pace as he rammed me balls deep. I howled, moaned and panted. I squealed like a bitch while that part inside me cried.

Then he came. I could feel it coating my insides. A whack across the arse.

"Don't you thank your MASTER?"

"Yes MASTER, sorry MASTER!"

"OK Caleb, off you go to your new life. You have the address."

End of part one.