I realy need help

Here it is, what I have written.

Read and rewiev.

English is not my first language, so there is bound to be gramar mistakes.

Draconian_Love


“Come here pet, now.” Iason’s voice rings through the apartment as he gets in. “Pet, I’m waiting.” I open the doors in my room and walk slowly through the hall and in to the living room towards him. “What now Iason. I haven’t done anything wrong.” Iason grab my wrist as I walk up to him, and I wince from the pain. "What was that pet?" I shake my head, knowing what he want me to say. "Nothing, I'm sorry." Iason smirks as he tightens his grip. "Please, no. I am sorry. I'm sorry master Iason." He let go of my wrist and I sink down on the floor beside him, tears rolling freely down my cheeks. I hold my wrist gently to my body, glancing up on my master through damp eyelashes. I have never seen him so angry before, usually I have to do much wrong to have him show this kind of anger. I move to stand up when a movement catches my eye. ”What are you doing here?” I blurt out with the question before thinking, my voice tick with anger when I spot Raoul. ”That’s not the way to behave pet, come here.” I sigh loudly when I notice that he sits in his chair, but do not make any movements towards him. ”I’m not telling you again pet, come here, now!” I still do not move, my gaze set on the visitor again. I cannot hold back a small yelp of pain when I am dragged up from my kneeling position, by my hair. ”This means the whip pet, and maybe later you’ll learn to obey.” I cringe from the pain in my scalp and try to wriggle my way out of his grip. That earns me a hard slap in the face. ”Obey me pet.” Iason’s voice is hard with anger, and he does not offer me a second glance when he cuffs me to the T-stand.

I do not make a word until he brings out the whip. ”No Iason, please don’t. I’ll obey, please.” My tears start to roll again. ”Darryl, come here!” Iason’s furniture comes in fast and stops beside him. ”Master.” His head is bowed in a submissive manner. ”I will give you the choice pet, thirty strokes from Darryl, or twenty from me?” I think about it for a second, getting strokes from Darryl is not so tough, he would hit hard but it is liveable. However, thirty, I shake my head. Iason hits harder than Darryl and twenty from him seems like forty. I shake my head again. ”No master, please no.” ”I won’t ask you again pet, me or Darryl?”

I bow my head, already knowing that I want Iason to swing the whip, I don’t want to be angry at Darryl, not for something his master ask him to do, I cringe as I answer, ”You.” The word has barely left my mouth when the first stroke hits my back. I bite my lip holding in the cry of pain. The second stroke is harder and barely below the first. I can feel the blood trickling down my back, and at the third stroke, I cannot hold in the pain-filled cry anymore. My cries get louder for every hit and I start to plead for him to stop. The whip continue hitting my back and thighs, harder for every hit, but at the tenth stroke I feel my body getting limp before darkness surrounds me, I pass out.

”Riki, you wake? Please talk to me Riki.” I wake to the worried sound of Darryl speaking to me. I moan as I shift on the floor, hearing chains jingle. I open my eyes and find that I am laying inn front of the pole, chained and cuffed; thankfully, my hands are in front of me this time. I sit up with the help from Darryl. ”The wounds are tended to Riki.” I look at him with sad eyes. ”Why does he do this Darryl, I didn’t do anything today.” He shakes his head. ”You made him look bad in front of another Blondie Riki, you know he don’t tolerate that.” I nod at that, and sink to the floor again, ignoring Darryl and his attempt to make me eat. I just turn my head away from him, and after several attempts, he give up and walk away. I sigh in relive and close my eyes, trying hard to ignore the throbbing pain in my back.

”Pet what am I hearing? Are you trying to make Darryl look bad because of your mistake?” I open my eyes and look at Iason. ”Answer me pet, I’m tired of you being so insolent.” I look down at my wrist, following the chain with my eyes. ”Do you want another whipping pet?” At that, I look up and shake my head fiercely. ”No Iason, not again. Please.” ”Then answer me pet, properly.” I nod. ”I don’t want Darryl to look bad to you.” He kneels in front of me. ”Then why are you behaving like this?” I close my eyes and feel tears roll down my cheeks as I answer. ”I do not want this you know that. I am not a pet. LET ME GO.” Iason stand up laughing. ”You gave your body to me as payment pet, and I intend to keep you as long as I will.” He walks towards the door in to the living room. ”I will not let you loose tonight, try to behave, and we will se after that. The faster you yield to me, the faster you are let free from the pole.” The door opens. ”I own you Riki. Don’t you forget that?” I shake my head. Oh, he is right. I am never going to forget that. I break down in hard sobs when the door closes after him, but I am fast to shut up when the door opens just a second after, showing Raoul on the other side. He smirks to me as he walk past me, and I struggle hard not to make any kind of comment towards him, or even glance a look at him. Knowing that it would have been a look of hate and disgust. I am startled by the hand on my shoulder, but are relived when I look up and in to the ice blue of Iason. I smile to him before looking down to the floor again. ”Are you behaving now pet?” I nod, and cannot manage to hold back a yelp when he’s grip gets a bit harder. ”I didn’t hear you pet.” I look up at him, knowing submission showing in my eyes. ”Yes master Iason, I’ll behave.” I am rewarded with a smile and I know it was the right thing to do, for now. I look down at the floor again, angry with myself for showing such weakness.

Once I was the proud leader of the Bison Gang, and I was not afraid of anything. Now six moths after I so hastily gave my body to a Blondie, I find myself on his floor, bound and chained as another pet, and I am scared. For the first time ever, I am actually scared for my life. Because I know there’s no way I’ll ever get out of this.

I hear the hall door close and look up, just to notice Raoul missing. I smile happily, not liking the Blondie for an inch of my life. ”I will let Darryl come with some food to you, and you will eat. I will force it in you if you don’t.” I nod, knowing by experience that he means what he says. Being on the retrieval end of that before.

I refused to eat the first week after I was brought here. Iason got tired of my behaviour and forced the food in me, making me eat. I remember the day as if it was yester day, never have I felt so bad in my entire life, like I did after that treatment. I felt sick to my stomach, and with every bite forced in me, my queasiness got bigger. The whole thing ended with me throwing up. I was forced to clean up before having to eat again. This continued three more times, until I managed to keep the food down. Not an experience I want to repeat.

”Will you eat pet?” I nod at Iason. ”Answer me pet.” I sigh, knowing he only does it to make me feel even smaller. ”Yes, I will eat. Fine now.” The sarcasm I use to keep my sanity is heavy with the words, and it earns me three strokes with the cane. ”Are we back to this again pet. Three strokes for every time you don’t answer me properly.” I glance at him. ”Fine, I don’t care. I answer as I please.” That earns me another three strokes and a hard backhanded slap to my face. I feel my lip split and I spit blood on him. However, I regret doing that when I see the anger on his face. I crumble to pieces. ”Sorry Iason, I’m really sorry.” Three hard strokes hit my thigh. I try to hide from the hits, but have no luck. He hit me right where he planes. ”No Iason, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to…” My words are cut of by more strokes, this time even harder than the last. My mind is wandering its own ways, thinking of what I am doing wrong. Hell, I am apologizing here. Then I remember. ”Please master, no more.” His eyes are ice cold when he bends down in front of me; grabbing hold of my chin and making me meet his fierce gaze. I try to turn my head away, but his grip is strong, and I can feel that I am starting to bruise. ”Will you behave now pet?” I try to nod, but he holds my head still. ”Yes master, I’ll behave.” My eyes are wet from tears. ”Good, the next time I will double the amount of strokes. Is that clear?” ”Yes.” I sigh in despair and close my eyes, but open them fast again when the first hard stroke hits me. I manage to hold my breath through the first three, but at the forth I cannot hold back a cry of pain. And I shriek through the last two. ”You seem to have a short memory pet, now, I will double every time, so you better watch out, the next mistake will earn you twelve strokes with the cane. I don’t make idle threats.” My tears roll freely down my cheek and he wipes them gently away. ”Obey me pet, and life will become much more easy.” He stands up. ”I’ll send Darryl in with food to you.” I look at him as I lie down on the floor again. ”Thank you… master” I hesitate a second, but the thought of more beating with the cane make me say the hated word.

“Food Riki, master Iason sent it.” I manage a week smile to Darryl and try to sit up. However, that is a futile attempt, as I find my body to sore after the wiping and beating. I roll over to my side and look at him, “I’m sorry Darryl, I... I can’t sit up.” My tears come again, “I’m really sorry. I don’t mean to cause you trouble.” My voice is thick with cry and I have a big lump in my throat, I curl up in a ball like position. “I’ll get Iason.” Darryl stands up from beside me. “No, please don’t do that. I will eat I can eat like this. Please don’t get him.” I talk to deaf ears as he walks out from the hall.

It does not take a second before he returns with Iason. The hall is filled with high sobs as I continue to cry. “What’s wrong? What is this Darryl?” “He started to sit up master, but when he didn’t manage he panicked. He begged me for not to get you, but I don’t know what to do master.” “It was quite right of you to get me Darryl. I’ll take care of this.” I cringe with that word and start to shake visibly, afraid of another beating. I Wipe my tears with a very trembling hand and look at his shoes. “I will eat master, I promise.” I lift my gaze a bit and meet his eyes. “I promise master, it just…” I stop, afraid to say another word and lower my gaze back to his shoes again. He moves a bit closer to me and I shrink visibly. “What’s wrong pet, you can tell me.” “I can’t sit up master, but I can eat, I promise master. I promise.” I hear the desperate undertone in my voice and feel even worse then before, and my sobs get even worse. Suddenly I feel myself cradled in a strong embrace. “Calm down Riki, I won’t hit you again. But you must stop being so disobedient all the time.” I press myself in to his embrace, “I’m sorry master, I’m sorry master, I’m sorry master.” I repeat my new mantra repeatedly through quiet sobs. And after a few minutes, the sobbing disappears, and all that can be heard in the hall is my quiet apology to my master, over and over again.

It takes a while but I am calmed down at last. Iason looks at me with deep unreadable eyes. “Feeling better now pet?” I look barely in to his eyes before putting my head on his chest again and nod. “Do you want some food now?” I nod again and try to pull away from his embrace. “Don’t pet.” He bend a bit forwards and I wince from the pain that shoots through my body. I hear tingling from the chain as he takes it of me, and I look at him with big eyes. “Master, what… why?” His blue eyes meet my own brown. “I believe you have been punished enough today pet. Come here.” He lift me up in his embrace and carry me in to the dining room, I cannot hold back a moan of pain when he places me on a chair. And I am fast to apologise, “Sorry master. I’m fine now, really.” He glances at me before shaking his head. “Darryl!” Darryl appears from out of nowhere, “Bring Riki’s food here, and a glass of red wine to me.” “Yes master.” Darryl disappears but is fast back with my food and Iason’s wine. Iason nods towards my food, “Eat Riki.” I nod to him as I take up the fork and start taking in small bites. The food grows in my mouth and I have trouble swallowing. “Something wrong Riki?” I shake my head, “No master.” I am looking at the table, struggling to swallow the bite I just taken. I follow the pattern in the table with my left finger. “Look at me pet!” I glance up at him, “Something is wrong pet, tell me what it is.” I look down at the table again, feeling a need to cry again. “I just… I’m not hungry master, not anymore.” I look up at him through my bangs, “I just feel so… tired master.” I brace myself for the yelling I believe comes, and therefore cannot hold back a choked gasp when I am suddenly lifted away from the table. I cringe a bit with fear when we walk out the door and in to the hall, and pass by the pole. “Don’t worry pet. I’ll let you sleep somewhere soft tonight.” He continues through another door and in to a long hallway with several doors, not to unlike the hallway where my room is. He walk in to a room I never been in before and put me on a soft bed. “You will be sleeping here tonight Riki.” I understand all of a sudden that I am in his room, lying on his bed. “Master, I can’t… This is not right master. I’m your p…” I stop when he pulls the bead cheat over me. “Quiet now pet, and sleep.” I close my eyes willingly, and seconds after I am deep in sleep.

I open my eyes when I feel the bed stir and move closer to the corner, and with that almost managing to tumble out. The only thing keeping me in the bed and of the floor is a strong hand that wraps around my hips. The sleepy dizziness disappears and I turn carefully round and look at the person holding me. I open my eyes wide when my eyes meet the pale torso of Iason. “Don’t be afraid of me Riki, I won’t do you anything. Come here” He pull me closer, and before I have the chance to disobey I find myself lying close to him with my head on his chest. The warmth that is radiating from him is comfortable, and it does not take long before I am sleeping again, his soft heartbeat in my ear.

“Lie still Riki, I don’t want to hurt you, but if you don’t lie still I won’t be able to control myself.” I wake with a stir and stop moving, but only for a second. The friction his thigh is providing is so good, and the urge to move is overwhelming. “Sweet Riki. Sweet innocent Riki.” Iason’s voice makes me look up and my eyes meet his lustful ones. His right hand is slowly tracing my spine down to my cleavage and I cannot hold back a lustful moan when he ghosts his fingers over my entrance. I’m getting a bitt braver with every slow thrust I’m making towards his thigh and I let my right hand ghost patterns over his chest and nipples, making them stand out like small mountain peeks, before making my own pathway over his abdomen and towards his now very erect member. I grab it as I cover his chest with tiny, soft kisses before I suddenly bite down on his side and make a muffled cry when a finger enters my, up to then, virgin entrance. It hurts and burn.

I move round trying to get rid of the offending digit, when he pulls it gently out, just to push it fast inn again. This time the finger hits something inside my body, I feel a tingling sensation run through every nerve of my body, and I scream out in pleasure. The finger leave again and bring about a burning sensation. I look up at Iason through a lustful haze, wanting more of the pleasuring. Iason meets my gaze and smiles before turning us both so I am lying underneath him. I spread my knees wide and moan with pleasure when he rubs his cock against mine. He stays like that for only a second before shifting round to reach the bedside drawer. There he pulls out a vial and I look at him with big questioning eyes. He smiles to me as he opens it and covers his fingers with tick slick oil. “Relax for me Riki.” I nod and try to relax the best I can as he gently pushes an oily finger inside me. The burning sensation does not come this time, only the bliss when he hits the spot inside me repeatedly. I moan and thrust against his hand wanting… no craving the blissful feeling every time he withdraw his finger. He stretches me a long time with the one finger before he enters a second. This time it hurts a bit, and I tense up. I look at him with scared eyes, and am not easily confirmed by his calm ones. “Please master. Not more, it hurts.” He neither answer me back nor dos he stop the intrusion. He only leans over me and kisses me light on the lips. I feel the pressure of a third finger being inserted with the other two and try to pull away from the pain, with no use. The pain is, although very painful at once, soon gone, and only pleasure remains as he continues to stretch me and prepare me for something much bigger than fingers. He continues to kiss me, as he stretches me. I feel that my release is close from being fingered and moan deeply as I shoot my load out over our chests. Iason removes his fingers, I feel empty from the loss, and whimper. This time he uses the opportunity to let his tongue enter my mouth. He pushes his oiled member gently inside me whilst letting his tongue play with mine. I moan from the full feeling it gives me and push against him in desperate moves. When he pulls out, only to thrash fast inn again, the only sounds I can make are gasping sounds and un-coherent speech. I beg him to move faster with my hips, and I trust hard against him with every inward thrust he makes. My once flaccid member is now fully erect again and I take it, starting to pump myself in time with Iasons movements. It does not take many strokes before I feel myself nearing an orgasm again. “Master I’m…” I do not manage to say anything more before the second orgasm hits me, more powerful than the first. I clench round Iason, and every thrust he’s making prolongs the heavenly sensation in my body. I hear Iasons concentrated breath and can feel that he is near his own orgasm. It takes only few more hard trusts before I feel him cum deep inside me. He sink down over me, and I enjoy the feeling of him still in me. He lies still a short moment before pulling out of me and rolling to the side. I cannot help feeling empty from the loss, and once again, my tears are pressing on me. My throat gets thick from the crying I am not willing to let out. I turn away from Iason, not wanting him to see my tears, afraid that I will be punished for it. I try to crawl a bitt away from him, but only manage a few inches before his arm are round my waist. I sigh when he roll me on to my back and hover over me. “I’m sorry Riki.” I look up at him in chock. Did my master apologize to me, a mere pet? I shake my head, not believing my ears. “Riki, listen to me.” I stop shaking my head. “This was not meant to happen Riki; a master is never to sleep with his pet. It’s not right.” His eyes get serious, “I don’t know what will happen if Jupiter ever finds out, but I assure you it will not be pleasant.” I believe him, during my third week at the penthouse Iason had brought me along with him out, just so I could witness a public whipping. That was something that I hope I will never experience.

The poor pet had been whipped so bad the skin on his back and thighs were hanging in laches, and I know I think the whipping from Iason is harsh, but the Blondie that swung that whip, he knew what he was doing. Every stroke overlapped the other with millimetres not leaving any part of the skin unmarked. Iason told me later that he, the pet, had opened The Box. Iason owns a box like it; I have not cast a glance toward the box since. And I admit it, I am scared, I do not like the idea of being whipped in public, being whipped to an inch of your life.

Raoul came to visit later that same evening. And me, being very obedient for the time being, sat by my masters side, albite on the floor, when Raoul told about the death of the pet. He had not made it through the whipping. Not as it mattered, Raoul said, the pet was to be sold and made to furniture anyhow. Because, who wanted to have a disobedient pet in the house. He looked at me when he said those words. My response that day, it was the first time Iason pulled the whip out on me; I called the Blondie an overconfident, pompous bastard that did not last one day without sucking up and kissing ass. Raoul went red with anger, and he made Iason make him a promise, after my whipping, if I ever behaved like that towards the Blondie again, he would be allowed to chose the way of punishment, and how severe it was going to be. I try to behave against him, but it is not easy. He shows his dislike of me every time he comes to visit, and I am not allowed to show anything. I bet I am to snap one day. Not like to day, that was normal for me, Raoul knows it, Iason knows it and Darryl knows it. And Darryl, kind that he is, always has the medicine kit available when he know Raoul is to visit. But today, it was the first time I had been whipped for my behaviour towards him, well the first time sense the firs time.

“I don’t want to be whipped master, please.” I look in to Iasons eyes, looking for something to comfort me. “Don’t worry pet, I won’t let anything happen to you. You are mine pet, only mine.” I understand that he knows I am talking about the public whipping. I sigh in relief and turn my head to the side, closing my eyes. I feel the bed shift beside me and before I realise it I am pulled in to a tight embrace, not leaving any room for discussion. “Riki look at me for a minute.” I turn around in his grip, letting my head rest on his arm as I look in to his eyes, “I won’t let anything happen to you Riki, remember that, even if I have to discipline you.” My mood sinks a bit when he mentions discipline, but I nod as I answer him. “I’ll remember master…” I am about to continue bur are stopped by a soft kiss on my lips and a gentle hand on my cheek. “Sleep now pet. It’s late and much is to happen tomorrow.”

Please help me. :) I don't know if I'm to leave it or continoue. Help is verry much apreciated.

Draconian_Love