Position One

The Master opened the door. She stared into the dark abyss for a moment before carefully climbing down the rickety staircase. With each step, she felt the wood buckle under her weight. Squeak, pop; the steps spoke to her, warning her of what lay at the end. He followed behind her and when they came to the bottom, He gently grasped her by the hand and led her deeper into the dank. A pull string light in the center of the room showed the horrors previously hidden.
To the left was a cage fitted for a large dog. This is where you will sleep when you misbehave. Yes Master. A large frame stood across from the cage suspending a seat mid-air. The seat had a bar across the top and two straps on either side. She could not figure out how it was used but was sure she would soon learn. Behind this swinging seat on the wall hung various toys- gags, whips, a collar, restraints. A support beam stood in the center of the room with a chain hooked to it. Your collar will be connected to this chain at all times until you are broken in and allowed to roam freely around the house. The chain extends the entire length of this room. A strange looking machine stood beside the cage. He allowed her to go to it. She touched the cold steel bar and ran her fingers along it to where a second adjustable pole held it up from its small, stable base. As she fingered the icy metal she felt her Master behind her, lifting her skirt and sliding His fingers between her thighs. Would you like to see how it works? A small smile and a nod were His answer.
He pushed her down on all fours, knees hip width apart, her hands matching. Eyes front. Remember this. This is Position One. He fixed the machine to fit her height and went to the wall where the playthings were kept. He placed a rubber phallus on the end of the sex machine and fingered her vagina to moisten it. The machine vibrated and began to thrust itself into her. Hard. Fast. Painful. She began to moan, to scream. The Master reached for a gag, an open mouthed gag, and strapped it around her face. Service your Master. He pulled His erection from His now tight pants and slid it into her wide open mouth. He fucked her face as fast and hard as the machine fucked her cunt. She gagged on Him, holding back the rising vomit. Her vagina ached and began to dry from the friction but the machine didn't stop. She tried to cry out, to make her Master aware of her pain, to beg Him to stop. He ignored her struggle and continued slamming His member down her throat until His salty seed came spewing out of her mouth along with the sandwich she had for lunch.