The Asian Girl Next Door

Chapter 10: A Week with Brie (Part 1)

As an owner of human property, traveling was always tough. You’d think it would be easy to just leave the cunt by herself, chained up like the dumb dog she is with a bowl of food and water. However the last time I left her alone for 10 days with nothing to do she threw quite a fit upon my return. Apparently spending 10 days without human contact can really fuck up your brain, even if the “human contact” comes from a cruel man who lives to see you suffer.

The last few times I left on holiday I gave Sara a task list to complete to keep her mind occupied. Usually these consisted of filming home videos of her sticking dildos inside her various holes and masturbating to BDSM porn for hours on end, but I’d also give her more fun activities. Last time I went out she spent a day dressed up in a skimpy maid costume, cleaning the dungeon top to bottom with her tongue.

This time would be different; I would be leaving Sara in the trustworthy hands of my good friend and fellow slave-abuser, Brie. 

When I broke the news to Sara yesterday, I was met with a torrent of pleas.

“Master please, Brie really wants to kill me! She’s told me when you weren’t listening. She said she wants to cut my nipples off and force me to eat them! And remember the time she cut me with the razor and licked my blood. Please don’t leave me alone with her!”

Sara did have a point. Brie definitely had more sadistic tendencies than I, and had shared snuff porn with me on several occasions. However, I was very clear with her that I would be checking on her daily, and that Sara was not to receive any permanent damage. I made it apparent to Brie that if she broke these rules she would never see Sara again.

When the day finally arrived for me to leave for my trip, I got Sara up bright and early and marched her to the mirror to do her “Daily Degradations.” This is a fun little routine i started after listening to a podcast about “Daily affirmations,” which suggested one should say one positive thing about themselves in the mirror everyday. 

For Sara, of course, it was the reverse. Every morning, I have Sara say one negative thing about herself. If she repeats herself, or if she’s not degrading enough, she goes without food for 2 days. 

Yesterday, Sara shared that she hated how she can’t sit anymore without pain. I think my constant paddling and whipping of her delicious rumpus has finally caused some nerve damage. That revelation made me rock hard, and I couldn’t help but bend the blubbering bitch over the sink right then and there and take her anally, harshly spanking her permanently-damaged ass as I flooded her butt with cum.

Today, Sara looked in the mirror and uttered. 

“I hate that Jade has to go through life without a big sister” 

Jade was her little sister, about 6 years younger than her. She was a hot little piece of ass and I had fantasized many times about adding her to my collection, but the risk was too high, at least for now. Still, it made an exciting threat when I needed Sara’s cooperation in a particularly painful activity. 

I gave Sara a few patronizing slaps to the face and told her “good job.” Thinking about yesterday’s fuck session got me worked up so I took her ass again, savoring her crying face as it reflected at me through the mirror.

Sara spent the next hour showering, doing her hair, and even doing her makeup. I don’t usually have her do makeup but I wanted Brie to receive my slave today in her full glory. 

When she was done, she walked out and kneeled in front of my chair.

“Brie will be here soon. Go put on a nice set of black lingerie. Oh, and get some clamps for your tits. Don’t want you too comfortable on the ride to her house.”

As Sara obeyed my orders I watched one of our home videos, which featured Sara getting her ass ruthlessly bull-whipped. On the left side of the screen was the jiggling dernière of my captive pain toy, bouncing to and fro as the leather repeatedly met its target. On the right was a close up of her ring-gagged face, bright red, tear-streaked and screaming. I began stroking myself, eventually busting my load all over the floor.

“Clean this mess up won’t you dear? I came to a video of you being tortured so the mess is all your fault”

“Yes master, I’m sorry.”

After Sara licked the dungeon floor clean and put on her sexy black lingerie and clamps, I brought her upstairs to make some lunch for Brie and I.

About mid-way through Sara’s preparation of our pork chops, I heard the doorbell ring. 

I walked to the door and saw Brie smile and wave at me through the peep hole. I opened it and gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek.

She wore a pair of gym shorts that hugged her thighs nicely, a white tube top, and some flip flops. She had no makeup on, and a ponytail stuck out of a grey baseball cap. It was my first time seeing her in normal clothes instead of either naked or in dominatrix gear. She looked like a normal, pretty young woman who you’d see around polite society. At a glance, you could never tell what sadistic evil she was capable of.

“Something smells good! Is our special girl making us something?” Brie exclaimed, kicking off her flip flops and walking inside cheerfully.

“Yes she is, she’s very excited to see you” I said sarcastically. Brie chuckled as I walked her to the kitchen.

Brie walked over to Sara and kissed her on the cheek. Sara quickly tried to kneel to the floor in an act of trained obedience but Brie told her to stand

“Keep cooking, love. You’ll have plenty of time to kneel to me this week.”

“Yes Mistress Brie, I’m so excited to see you, and I can’t wait for our time together!” Sara exclaimed with feigned excitement. Her dead eyes betrayed her otherwise cheerful demeanor.

“Me too, sweetie” Brie stroked her head as she purred menacingly. “You’re going to be in sooooo much pain”

The threat inspired a worried look in Sara’s face, and Brie smiled a toothy grin. Watching her make sadistic threats to Sara was quite a funny sight with her dressed in normal clothes. But it didn’t matter, Sara would have to obey regardless, because she was a slave and we were normal people. Why was she relegated to this subhuman role? Because I decided to take her. Life is cruel sometimes. Especially to Sara.

Brie smiled and gave her another sweet peck on the cheek before sitting down at the table.

After Sara served us our meal, I brought her back down to the dungeon to wait. I wanted some time alone to talk to my old friend. 

We spoke about her personal life and the topic turned to love. She told me she was seeing a guy who she thought might propose soon. She mentioned how she got a promotion at her job, and how she was really starting to save enough to retire early. I smiled and thought about how Sara could have easily led a similar life had I not taken it away from her. By now, my 26-year old captive could have had a fulfilling career and been married to a great guy that adores her and treats her like a princess. Unfortunately for her (and thankfully for me), she unwillingly took a different path. Instead of the Princess treatment, she gets the Cunt treatment - a daily diet of whippings, humiliation, and rape (much of it anal). 

Eventually the conversation turned to her plans for the coming days.

Brie’s eyes lit up as she spoke.

“Most of all I’m just excited I get her all to myself, you know? Ive been walking on air since you told me. Took off a week of work and everything. I have a whole agenda planned!”

I was glad to hear she was excited, but I wanted to make it clear that she was to be returned in good condition

“I hope you have fun with her, but please no permanent marks. Can’t stress that enough. I’ve already fucked her up pretty bad, don’t need any more long-lasting damage.”

“Of course! She’s safe with me”

I smirked at the remark. “Safe” was definitely not the right word in the context of what was about to happen to the unfortunate girl, but I understood Brie’s point.

After our meal, I went to the dungeon and retrieved my slave from her cage. I walked her to the garage where Brie’s car was parked. In the open trunk was a large suitcase. 

Brie ordered my fucktoy to step in and curl up with her hands behind her back. Brie cuffed her wrists to her ankles, then blindfolded and gagged her. Brie grabbed a hold of one of the clamps, which were still ruthlessly biting down on her cute little nipples.

“Nice touch, this should make the 6 hour drive all the more fun for her. But I have another idea to make her really enjoy the ride.”

Brie took out a vibrating egg and stuck it inside Sara’s pussy. She duct taped her vagina so it couldn’t pop out. She also jammed a large buttplug up her plump bottom. Sara screamed through the gag as the intruding object entered her without lubrication.

I softly petted Sara’s head as I spoke

“Enjoy your time with Brie, cunt. I’ll see you in a week! Don’t scream too much. I’ll want to torture you first thing when I get back and I want you to have some good screeches left in you.”

As I started to zip the luggage, Brie stopped me.

“Oh one more thing, I almost forgot”

She put a pair of headphones in Sara’s ears.  

“I made an audio mix of all of our old torture sessions. Thought Sara might want to listen to it on the way so she can remember what’s coming to her”

I was impressed by the creativity. Brie always gives me fresh ideas on how to make life just a little bit more hellish for the little whimpering bag of fuckmeat. Her sadism was truly an inspiration.

I gave Sara a not-so-playful slap on the ass and finally closed the luggage, zipping it tight and attaching a combination lock to the zipper. A small hole was poked in the side for air.

As Brie waved me goodbye as she pulled out of my driveway, I felt my dick start to harden at the thought of all the horrible punishments Sara was about to endure. I began rubbing one out to the thought and came all over the floor. Sara was nowhere to be found to lick it up, I would have to punish her for that later.

TO BE CONTINUED….