Kalen

Fear, Sadness, Shame, Pity, Uncleanness, and Powerlessness are my myriad sentiments that this madwoman will never discern.

I don't know who is unnerving him or her.

She doesn't mix pleasure with pain but she relishes having me suspended on poles for a half-day and watching as she masturbates herself then to the toys around this place to release which I can't bear to see but if she caught me trying to close my eyes she would take it even slower than the normal pace or would say my name as she rides her orgasm.

Pffffttt.

WTF. Nasty Cringe-Worthy scene.

My poor sexual orientation prevails.

It's not entirely shocking, it's my inner self who can't bear to be with her when she does that. Horny bitch.

If there's a word much loathsome I would say but she had my mouth on a fetish ball gag every time except on evenings.

Lou, as she said is omnisexual.

Sexually attracted to all genders rather than being gender blind. It just doesn't bother her at all and what I can't stand is to have me again watch her use a toy, a dog penis enter her and now she's in the knot. Fucking crazy bitch.

I can't believe people would fantasize about that. The heinous perversion of humans is unreasonable and makes me sick to the bones.

I don't know how long I've been here in this room. I haven't seen the light of day since then but Lou told me that today is Sunday. The dubious answer again. That's all she does. No time nor date to be exact and I'm beginning to sink into my hopeless state. But I can't dwell on depression knowing my mother is still alive. At least for her, I am trying to grip on my sanity.

But I somehow know that I've been here for nearly 45 days and still counting. I've just assumed that by the number of days she would go here. She said I can't leave until I've fully learned everything and I need to be thorough with the training if this is what it's supposed to be called.

I thought my days would be endless orgasm after orgasm though that is true. I thought of Hard Core BDSM at the end of the tunnel, though we touch that topic too for only a day. Thráin ostensibly does not indulge in such ways. To which I was more than thankful.

It turned out to be quite different. I am forced to do some Sensual Training with weird workouts. I don't know how she can teach this but she seems good at it. I've been taught repeatedly in a gruesome way things that are already drilled in me.

First, Controlling ejaculation.

She made me practice from 10–20 times in days on repeat because she says she, was 'generous' and for the next week would be the same again.

Second, Breathing Practice.

shaking off everything. my sorrow, my troubles by breathing. More like yoga stuff.

Third, Hip Muscle Practice.

In sex, 90% of the muscle energy is in the hip. She would have me in a standing position with feet shoulder-width apart then tighten the hip muscles for nearly 10 seconds and she would make me do this every day before anything.

Fourth, is the deer Practice.

Standing with feet wider than shoulder-width apart. I don't want to even talk more about that. She would also check on my pussy like some doctor.

Fifth, She would instruct me to use for my feminine area some organic stuff like sulfur,gemmifera roots, Cornus fruit, and Cnidium to make it shrink and make me even more sensitive. Then in the morning, mix the sulfur with water to make the smell promising.

That's the only time I could clean myself, to be honest, it does make me feel hygienic in some sense.

Six, she would teach me different sex positions from the great Kama Sutra book updated and revised versions even when my period came. To which I'm ecstatic not to be pregnant but shown no mercy.

This means all my holes should be trained properly and should acclimate to the Monster's fetishes.

Revised Diabolik duties.

She would perform the acts with a blindfolded man because apparently, no one should see me naked except her and the monster while I have to perform it with a big cock silicone life-size half-body realistic male doll that has a picture of Thráin while being filmed and if by any chance it doesn't come out well like I'm faking orgasm. I have to repeat it again and again until I get it right.

Seventh, Lou also had me lick the ripe persimmon fruit suspended by a thread on a pole while kneeling with my legs bound. Teaching me that testicles are sensitive and I have learned to pleasure the ball as well. Bullshit!

At first, I trashed them all but she would be creative for my consequences and would have me in a dildo with vibration for hours until I collapse in fatigue.

Innovative Perversion.

Insanity at its Finest.

She doesn't touch me even though she had told me numerous times she would love me to try scissors with her. Yes, I know what she means and I couldn't help but somehow admire that she's free to do or say what she wants while I'm chained in either rope or fairy lights and caged in mind and body.

And what I scorn of all is the psychological conditioning. She would bring every food that I dearly missed and would have me beg for it. the first time she bought donuts I nearly choke on my saliva of how I had a glimpse of them. I've been deprived for a long. She had me practice appreciation of Thráin just to have them.

Then the other times she bought sushi, corndogs, and hamburgers just to tease me. Bull fucking shit.

By the time I can't resist the next few days I did all of what she wanted me to do without delays or hesitancy. She would record me how well I've done some brazen acts and would reward me with such food. Then when I'm full, I would cry because I am vulnerable and couldn't control myself. I would cry myself to sleep most nights.

The conditioning is that I will be rewarded if I appropriately behave and that I am his and I should be grateful for him. It keeps repeating in my mind and I'm starting to believe it's true. When you're in this situation you do anything to stop future pain or torture.

She vocally expressed that she loves to try threesome with me and Thráin but I mock her and she would say that never in a million years would he allow that. He is unfortunately a possessive man and the things that he considers useful, he will never share.

I ain't gonna try that on her not even in my delusional state. I may be captive but I'm not sexually confused even though she's a fine specimen. She had a strict warning no one is to touch me by Thrain, the brown-eyed monster who left me to rot. I wish he died. I pray something worse than death happens to him. He is the reason I am in this anguish.

Today is different though. I can feel it's going to be different because she didn't wake me up with a vibrating dildo stuck in my private but politely asked me to come with her without any conditions and I've lost count if I am still the same Kalen I am or was.

For the first time in what felt like forever, my eyes adjust to the bright light of the sun and I felt free even for a moment.

They had me all the breakfast I could eat. And it felt divine.

She bought me also to the infirmary to have a thorough physical check-up then have to be cleaned and pampered with a nice full body and face massage then posh up to a nice daisy dress without any undergarments again. His directive and light makeup by Lou. She doesn't talk at all but is rather nervous about her actions and I know the devil is coming back.

So here I am waiting for the helicopter to land. I don't know if I can do this without breaking down but something tells me to try and make an escape since no one is watching me but I steady my erratic heart and gave my best sheepish face.

I can see he walks like a god among men even when he's just in simple turtle neck clothing. People cower at him but he gave me a mischievous smile and that is enough to make me go into full alert mode.

He halts his steps in front of me and all I did is stare at his chest. He stoops low and then starts to sniff my pussy behind the dress. Thankfully, no one is watching as they all turned the other way around. It lasted for a few minutes until he's up to capture my left nipple with a bite not too hard even with the dress then proceeds to shell of my ear to play with. I can sense his turn more than turned on as he begins dry humping but he somehow manages to restrain himself and lifted my chin to look at him.

" All the hard work paid off and I can't wait to unwrap my beautiful memento", he husks at me while playing with my nipples.

I feel hazy about what just happened but I could not forget that this is the man who took me away from everything as I drop my face down. He seems to detect my change of mode that he came to my back and nip my ear again.

" you're the most ravishing woman I've ever possessed," he says then pointed at the lush green trees in front of me with no guards patrolling. " I know behind this facade is a skittish Kalen who is somehow on the brink of meltdown. So I'm gonna give you a choice something I've never done before..." He paused then added," To run or to stay". He let go of me and just gawk at what will be the next movement.

Like the earth stood still

My heart began beating a million times faster than normal at what he intended to fulfill but at the same time, my hands began to be sweaty with fear and indecisiveness.

What should I do?

What should I choose?

Time is running.

I could sense his irritation at my rigid posture. He started to do a tick-tock sound to count the time and I've never faced such a life-changing decision to be determined in a matter of few seconds.

I looked at him then I looked at the trees then I looked at the flat sandals I'm wearing. To which he gave a comical laugh with his hands on his tummy and just that something in me snaps.

He may think I'm crazy but I have a fighting spirit.

I may not be athletic as I used to but I can still manage to run. Right? But I don't know where.

I shake my inhibitions with proper breathing something I've learned and against all logical thinking, I sprint my way not at what he pointed to but to the opposite with no one luring to stop me.

I can hear the magnificent evil laugh died then a gunshot to which some birds flew away and I followed behind where those fowls might going,

To oblivion.