[SaraSlut21]

Part 8

As Sara laid there, completely spent and utterly drained, Mistress Victoria loomed over her, a cruel smile playing on her lips. Sara's body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, her muscles aching and protesting any movement. She couldn't help but feel a sense of despair wash over her as she realized that she was once again locked away, denied any chance of release.

Mistress Victoria ran her fingers lightly over Sara's sensitive skin, causing her to shiver involuntarily. "You did well last night, slave. But remember, every action has consequences. And your consequence is to remain in this chastity device for the foreseeable future."

Mistress Victoria approached the bed, carrying a sleek, custom-made chastity belt in her hands. Its metallic surface glinted menacingly in the low lighting of the room, reflecting the flickering candlelight. Unlike traditional chastity devices, this one boasted no visible locks or keys. However, it appeared to contain intricate electronic components integrated seamlessly into the design.

Mistress Victoria wrapped the chastity belt securely around Sara's waist, ensuring a perfect fit. Once it was properly positioned, the device activated with a quiet yet distinct mechanical whirl. Sara gasped as she suddenly felt a warm, gentle pressure enveloping her labia, sealing her most intimate area off entirely. A faint buzz emitted from the belt, making Sara wonder whether it contained additional functions.

Sara wanted to beg, to plead for mercy, but she knew it would fall on deaf ears. Instead, she simply nodded, resigned to her fate. Mistress Victoria seemed pleased with her response and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Remember, you belong to me. Every part of you, including your sexual desires and needs, are mine to control. Don't forget that."

With that, Mistress Victoria stood up and walked towards the door, leaving Sara alone in darkness once again. Sara couldn't help but feel a deep sense of shame and embarrassment as she thought about everything she had just endured.

One thing was certain though - she belonged to Mistress Victoria now, and whatever twisted games she had planned for Sara, she would see them through to the end. Even if it meant pushing her limits even further, testing her boundaries and breaking her down piece by piece.

And so, Sara closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, already wondering what the next day would bring. Would Mistress Victoria continue her reign of terror, subjecting Sara to more unspeakable acts? Or would she finally grant her some measure of mercy, allowing her a brief respite before plunging her back into the depths of depravity? Only time would tell.

Sara woke up to a jolt of electricity coursing through her pussy, causing her to cry out in surprise and pain. She looked around frantically, realizing that she was still in the same bed where she had fallen asleep the previous night. Above her, Mistress Victoria laughed wickedly as she held a remote control, which she used to activate the electric shocks on Sara's chastity belt.

"Wakey wakey, my little toy!" Mistress Victoria exclaimed, grinning maniacally. "Time for your morning routine!"

She pressed the button on the remote again, sending another shock through Sara's pussy. Sara yelped, her body jerking involuntarily from the unexpected sensation.

"Come on, get up and crawl over here," Mistress Victoria commanded, pointing to her feet. "Kiss them like a good little toy."

Sara hesitated for a moment, but she knew better than to defy her mistress. She got on her hands and knees, crawling slowly and painfully over to Mistress Victoria's feet. When she reached her destination, she kissed her mistress's toes obediently, hoping to avoid any further punishments.

Mistress Victoria chuckled and stroked Sara's hair gently. "That's a good girl. Now, follow me to the lounge room."

Sara crawled behind her mistress, taking note of the opulence surrounding her. The house was massive, filled with expensive furniture and artwork. She wondered briefly how much money Mistress Victoria must have made to afford such luxury.

When they arrived in the lounge room, Mistress Victoria instructed Sara to kneel on her hands and knees, with her ass up high and her head facing up and forward toward the center of the room. Sara complied, positioning herself as directed.

"Now stay there and don't move," Mistress Victoria warned, walking away to attend to other matters.

Sara stayed motionless, waiting patiently for her mistress's return. After a while and getting lost in her scared thoughts, Sara didn't notice that Mistress Victoria had returned until she felt a sharp slap on her bare ass. Startled, she cried out, looking up at her mistress with wide eyes. "Ouch...sorry mistress" she sheepishly replied.

"Pay attention, toy, but good manners" Mistress Victoria scolded, swatting her ass again. "We wouldn't want you getting distracted now, would we?"

"No we wouldn't Mistress" she replied as she began to figure out that obeying and playing along with this game was the only way to avoid a worse fate.

"Good, now here is your breakfast" Mistress Victoria replied as he dropped a bowl in front of her knelt position full of some type of baby food.

Sara stared at the bowl of bright orange mush in front of her, her stomach churning in revulsion. She glanced up at Mistress Victoria, who was watching her with a cruel smile on her face.

"Eat every last drop, toy," Mistress Victoria commanded, gesturing to the bowl with a flick of her wrist. "Or you'll spend the entire day in the closet."

Sara swallowed hard, fighting back tears. She knew that Mistress Victoria was serious – she wouldn't hesitate to carry out her threat. With trembling hands, Sara picked up the spoon and dipped it into the bowl. The smell of baby food made her gag, but she forced herself to take a bite.

It tasted worse than she imagined. The texture was slimy and gross, and the taste was bland and unappetizing. Sara's stomach roiled, but she managed to swallow it down. Again and again, she fed herself the vile substance, until the bowl was empty.

Just when she thought she couldn't bear it any longer, Mistress Victoria stepped forward and emptied her bladder into the bowl. Sara recoiled in horror, her nose filling with the acrid scent of urine.

"Drink it all, toy," Mistress Victoria sneered. "Every. Last. Drop."

Tears streaming down her cheeks, Sara lent down to the bowl and brought it to her lips. She took a sip, fighting the urge to vomit. The liquid was hot and bitter, burning her throat as she swallowed. But she knew she had no choice – she had to finish it all if she wanted to avoid spending the day in the closet.

Slowly, agonizingly, Sara drank the contents of the bowl, each sip more difficult than the last. When she finished, she set the bowl down carefully, praying that Mistress Victoria would be satisfied.

To her surprise, Mistress Victoria smiled approvingly. "Very good, toy. You pass. Now we have a full day planned so let's get you ready shall we"