This is my story of my devotion to Master.

This all came to be when I was living pretty ordinarily on earth. You must forgive me since most of my memories in the earthly realm were erased so I can not recall anything other than the point which led up to my servitude to Master.

Oh if Lord Leviathan finds these papers with the words written here in and deciphers their human language, I dare not think of what could happen to Master and me. But here it is written, and here it will be locked up. I wish it was not so forbidden, for I want to tell everyone here, and hope that they feel it too perhaps in their darkest corner of their chambers. Feel "IT".

I was a collector of curious antique objects on earth. On a trip I had taken to India I was quite happy to find a lot of shops that had strange items that were filled with mystery.
I was drawn to this one ancient box with beautiful designs carved into the brass.
When I picked it up to study it closer I had it quickly snatched from my hands by the shop keeper. He had told me that it was not for sale and that I shouldn't touch things in his shop.
I asked him about the origins of the box. I had studied ancient artifacts and antiques and had never seen something so remarkable.
He just said it was a puzzle box and that it was not for sale, it was strictly for display.

"A puzzle box, that's very intriguing, may I try it?"

He told me that I should not have even touched it. It belonged only to him. I also asked him if he may show me how it works which he refused. He told me that it was a dangerous puzzle.
I laughed at the absurd thought. Never the less, the thought of this box fascinate me greatly. I told him that I had lots of money and that I want to buy it from him regardless if it was just for display. I will pay him what ever it was he found it was worth.
He was highly reluctant to sell it, but after an hour or so of debating I gave up.

That evening after some travels through the city I returned to the little shop. A younger man was working there. I asked him about the puzzle box, if I can see it again.
The careless teenager handed me the box and I said that I was in here that afternoon and I know it is not for sale but I am willing to pay anything that they would ask for it.
I could have sworn I saw dollar signs flash in the young man's eyes.
He told me I could have it for 500 American dollars.
I found it to be rather steep, but I paid it. I was completely intrigued and determined to own the puzzle.
Master had told me once that the box draws certain people to it.
Those who possess the box subconsciously know of its power. He said that I was summoned by it. Anyone may touch it, but it is the desire that summons him.

Once I had this little box in my possession I rushed back to the hotel and was eager to play with it. I wanted to discover the mystery.
I first drew myself a bath to wash the dust of the city away. I must have dozed off in the bath because I had a dream.

In the dream I had the box in hand, I touched and traced my fingers over the designs in on the box and watched it change its shape to a star like contour and then settle back into itself. I continued to work on the box when I saw a great hazy blue light imitate from it and the wall before me opened up and three figures clad in leather emerged from it.
The figures were horribly mangled in strange and fantastic ways. There was one who was not as mutilated. He was actually quite a stately and handsome figure. He was tall and his skin was the color of pale blue moonlight and eyes as black as the abyss in which he must have came from. The only mutation he had was that there was a grid which was scared into his face and head and where each of the squares met, in them corners was needles. They seemed to have been placed in his skull ages ago since there was no sign of fresh wounds or blood.

This powerful creature walked gracefully towards me and spoke,

"Come child we have such sights to show you"

I then took his outreached hand and that is where the dream had ended.

Once I awoke from the strange dream now in the cold water of the tub, I dried off and settled down with the box on my bed.
I then started to move my fingers and hands over it as I had done in my dream and the box took on its different shapes. Then the three same creatures appeared to me in the same way as was in my dream.

I was not scared; I was oddly calm as I looked at the male figure with the pins in his head. The other creatures I was more disgusted by perhaps some freight over their menacing looks. The Master was quite taken back at my calmness.

"The box, you opened it and we came for you." He said in monotone.

"I knew you would come, I saw it in a dream I had." I said with my head bowed and on my knees in respect to this unearthly powerful creature.

"Where is your fear child?" he asked sounding a bit disappointed.

"Should I have fear? I do not know what is happening. I am more filled with wonder my Lord." I answered respectfully to this authoritative figure.

He paused for a moment.

"Give the box to us child, and come and experience a realm which is beyond your sense of experience."

I gave the box to him and took his hand with out a fight like his usual victims.

"You are so willing child." He said with a hint of curiosity.

"It is obvious to me that I cannot fight you or the others. Nor do I feel I must fight you."

"You speak eloquently." I noted him grin a bit.

"You seem to hold knowledge and power which is beyond my understanding, so why should I not speak to you with utmost respect."

He stopped before we went through the passage and he raised my face to look up at his.

"You're submissiveness is exquisite child."

"Come we must go before the door closes," called out a female creature.

I willingly followed the Master into the labyrinth of Hell.

I started to feel fear rise in me as I was then in front of a huge diamond shaped entity in a massive hall where many of the disfigured creatures gathered round me and the Master.
He addressed the huge entity about me.

"Lord Leviathan, this is who we had brought back. She is unlike the others. She has come to us willingly, with no fear, or any resistance. She is quite unusual."

The Lord Leviathan then praised Master for obtaining the box and said he may do with me as he felt necessary.

The Master then lead me out of the hall and many other horrible creatures followed but he told them that he will tend to me, and only him.
He then led me into a greatly decorated huge cathedral like stone chamber, filled with dark marble furniture and candles everywhere. Everything also was elegantly carved with designs as that of the box which I had given Master.

He told me to remove my clothing and to then seat myself nude and he pointed at an altar.

"I could have killed you in the utmost horrible fashion if I wanted to or I could have tortured you for all eternity, but I did not feel I should do it." He paused looking me over with his twin onyx eyes. There were no whites to them so I couldn't tell where exactly he was looking. His face was emotionless so I had no idea to what it was that he was thinking. I didn't know if he was pleased or angry. I pulled my gaze away from his dark eyes, I felt myself being too drawn into them, like I was going to be pulled into their black holes.

He tossed his strange sharp blades to the table beside me. Their clang resonated through the silent chamber. He continued,

"You cannot be a cenobite like us because you seem to be too submissive, plus to disfigure your beauty and remove your long raven hair would be a shame and a waste."

I then said in a low voice.

"Can I suggest something Master?"

"What is it child?"

I inhaled deeply. I was nervous, for I didn't know what the outcome of my suggestion would be. It could in tale something very horrible.

"Master, may I suggest that you may permit me the honor of being your personal slave. I wish to devote my life here with you in devoted servitude."

I noted a little hint of curiosity in his expression.

"Go on, why is it you wish this?"

"I do not know myself. I just feel such a need to submit to you with whatever you so desire. I feel so compelled to kneel before you in servitude eternally." I explained bowing my head in respect to him.

I noted a soft sound of a laugh.

"I had never had such an offer. None before you got this far. You are quite different. I sense your need for claiming."

"I wish to be claimed by you, and to have my home here at your feet."

He stepped back from the altar a bit. I kept my head lowered. He seemed to be pacing around me for I heard the brushing of his long black robe along the floor as he encircled me.

"I believe I wish to let you serve me child. But how do I know you may be trusted."

"Master, if you may give me a trail time, I promise I will prove to you my devotion. If I do not suit your needs you may execute me as you wish to be fit."

He was silent for a few moments. Then I felt his hand moving over my back.

"Such soft and flawless skin, you are too delectable to taint with any disfigurement, but some nice dark red lashes against this pale skin would look beautiful."

My heart started to beat faster. I didn't know if it was the strange desire of his hand on my skin or if it was the thought of what this creature would lash me with. I had a whip taken to me before by an earthly master, but this creature could think of something other than a whip, or flog me until there was nothing left. I knew I must obey him fully or suffer incredible pain.

"Come here child." He called to me.

"Yes Master."

I got to my hands and knees and crawled over meekly to him and brushed back his robe from his perfectly crafted leather boots and kissed them and laid my head upon their tips.

I heard a chuckle come from him low and almost cruel.

"Come with me, and remain on all fours."

I then kept my eye on his gallant black robe in front of me trailing on the floor as my guide. So black was his clothing that it had blended almost into the black stone floor. There were other strange deformed creatures around me which I noticed out of the corner of my eyes and through the veil of my hair, as he led me down the hall; I heard strange gargling sounds, strange whispers and scrapings, but I concentrated only on his robe and dared not look at those around me. I couldn't be concerned with them anyway only concerned with my Master. But I had a deep fear that my Master would hand me over to one of those grotesque demons.

Master came to a stop and a door opened. The scent of the room was not that of leather and candle wax as it was in the other room which I assumed was his. This new room smelled of rust and blood and metal. Regardless I kneeled next to my master and kept my eyes closed for I saw blood everywhere and pieces of bone and ripped flesh still attached to hooks.

"Surgeon, I need some supplies from you." Master said.

My heart had begun to pound. I was wondering what it was that Master wanted to do with me. I felt Master's hand on my shoulder as if he noted of my fear and chuckled.

"Oh please, may I have this beautiful one. Planting my instruments in her delicate skin would be such a pleasure!" The creature Master addressed as Surgeon cackled and I felt his stubby wet fingers under my chin and the stench of death from him. I dared no open my eyes.

"Get away from her; I did not permit you to touch her! This child is mine!" Master hissed and I heard the Surgeon scramble away.

"Forgive me I did not know." The Surgeon begged. "What is it you need? Will you be operating on her yourself?"

"She is not a cenobite like us; she is going to be my personal little toy. I need to adorn her body appropriately there for I need instruments."

"Well I do believe that your hands are just as skilled as any, your creations are splendid. I do have some things that you may be interested in for the little pet of yours."

I heard the two talk in inaudible tones and things being cluttered around which sounded like they were in another room. I dared not open my eyes to what was around me. I felt like I was going to throw up with the horrible stench so I would hold my breath as much as I could.

"None of these are worthy enough to be on someone who is my slave. But I do need some of these needles and leather twine and that instrument for sure."

My heart rate came faster.

I heard the two come back into the room.

"I am sure he would construct a thing of beauty for your pretty plaything." The Surgeon said.

"Precisely. Your instruments will come in handy. Thank you."

"You are much welcome. It is a shame you could not let me stitch the collar into her myself. Such a lovely thing she is."

My heart rate beat faster. Stitch a collar into me?

"Come my child." I heard Master beckon. And I dared not be slow in response.

I followed the trail of his long robe on the floor again to a place that seemed like forever to get there. I then followed him through a door and the scent of leather was over powering.

"Craftsman, I have come in search of the perfect little collar for my servant here."

"A personal servant? My, she is a beautiful little thing. You find her on one of your jobs I suppose."

"Yes, her submission to me is undeniable, and for such a creature, I want something suitable for her neck as well as her body."

"Oh I have the most wondrous collar here among other pretty creations. It may be to your liking. This collar is one of my best designs. It would be perfect to encircle your pet's neck. It would suit no other purpose than for a slave to kneel at your side. It is too splendid for a cenobite's clothing, other than you my Lord."

"That is perfect, it would do very nicely so would those."

I heard him come in front of me and beckoned me to come.

I quickly followed, very nervous as to what sort of thing was going to happen to me.
But I kept in mind that no matter what was going to happen; Master said that he did not want to disfigure me in any way. But he wanted to sew a collar into me? I was getting very scared, so much that I tended to crawl a bit fast and tapped Master in the back of his leg with my head.

"You seem pretty eager to get back to my chamber to get yourself fitted to be my slave aren't you?" He said amused.

We got to his chamber, which was the one I was at before. He told me to be seated at the altar.

"Look at these lovely ornaments I have for you. If you are to walk along side of me, you cannot look so boring. Since I am the Leader of the soldiers of cenobites I can not have you looking so ordinary."

I looked at the things he had allowed me to look at. A very beautiful leather collar, with eccentric designs like that of the puzzle box and everything else in his room carved into it, and holding the two thick strips of leather together at the center a silver thick ring. It was like a regular bondage collar but the designs carved into the leather and also upon the ring were exquisite.
He then showed me four unearthly crystal sleeper rings so small and delicate. The crystals were deep violet amethysts.

"Everything is extremely beautiful Master. I had never seen such beautiful things. I am happy you think I am worthy of them." I said despite of my nervousness.

"Why are you scared now?" He asked. "I can sense your fear, and sensed it in the operation room."

"I am a bit scared as to what you may do to me."

"It will be nothing that will kill you."

"Will it hurt Master?"

He laughed cruelly,
"Do you not like pain?"

"I can take pain like whippings Master but I over heard you talking to the one you called The Surgeon and you were going to stitch that collar into my neck?"

"You are rethinking your servitude with me?" He said sounding a bit offended.

"No, not at all, I've just had never endured such a procedure Master. I am scared."

He laughed in a demonic tone.

"You will see that it will be over before it started."

"But infections, Master."

"There will be none. I will not allow it. You will have the salve to take care of the peircings and the stitching. I cannot allow any infections to hinder your flesh and its beauty."

"I guess I will endure this by thinking how pleasing I will look for you after it is done."

"Ahh, very splendid you are! You my then over come any thing from here on as my little plaything as long as you think of things like that. I also want you to be assured, that I will let nothing happen to you that will physically disfigure you or hurt you greatly that you succumb to death."

He said stroking my face gently. I felt my eyes well up with tears of freight and also pleasure that I am so wanted by Master.

"Ah, such beautiful tears you flow. The pleasure of having a human pet will please me greatly. Demons cannot cry, and tears when fallen for the right reasons are delectable, falling for no reason at all is a waste of good suffering." He cooed in my ear, and I felt his long demonic tongue lap away my tears carefully.

"They taste so wonderful. Human tears are a wonderful delicacy." He purred.

"Now lay down on the alter." He ordered softly.

"Yes Master." I whispered.

I lay out on the marble altar and I felt him strap my wrists and ankles into the corners of the table. I was secured tightly.

I saw him walk towards me with a strange instrument with a needle. I quickly closed my eyes since I did not want to see it. I felt him touch my breasts and heard him laugh approvingly at the sight of my nipple harden to his touch. I then felt two biting second fast piercing go through one and then the other nipple. I called out from the shock.

I then felt the instrument pierce through the skin of my navel but not as a piercing in the normal part of the skin at the top of the navel but straight through the navel and insert something in it. The pain was unbelievable. I started to cry out but I did not dare tell him to stop.

I then felt him again licking the tears that fell like a river from my eyes down my face.

"Beautiful," he whispered. "I want you to spill more of those tears they are so delicious."

I then felt him between my widely spread legs. In spite of my pain I ached for him to pleasure me. I felt him place a finger on my clitoris and I felt myself shudder with pleasure. I heard him then laugh cruelly. I then felt another finger which was his thumb because it was covered with leather from his leather armor trace long my hole but did not enter me like I so wanted. I felt that he knew that, like he read my fear and I was very sure that he read my need for him to release me sexually.
I felt him trace more fingers around my opening and I had opened my eyes and hazily watched him through tears that were now of want.

"Please Master, I wish for you to enter me." I moaned.

He let out another cruel laugh and licked off my juices from his fingers.

"I will give that release to you when I feel you may be worthy of release. Perhaps when your ordeal is over here I may think about it. It will depend on how well you withstand my administrations."

I then laid my head back and felt my body uncontrollably writhe at another touch he gave to my clitoris. Then I felt the bite of his piercing instrument to it that sent a shock through me and I cried out and once again felt him slip the crystal ring through the punctured hole.

I then felt the piercing instrument puncture me along the both sides of my ribs about four times and silver barbells placed in the holes. They were the hardest going in since they had carvings into them.
I felt him walk again to my side and taste my tears.

"You took this very well my pet. Now I will see how you withstand the placement of your collar."

"The peircings do not bother me much master, but it is the collar which scares me."

"Do not fear child. It is the most important symbol of your servitude towards me."

"Could you not just lock it around me?" I said brokenly, dizzy from my pain.

"Silence! Do not tell me what I must do! Sewing this into you is a sign of it being there forever and it cannot come out without pain."

"I'm so sorry Master for my insolence."

"I would punish you for that but I will be lenient with you for it since this is your first offence. Now your rest from the first step with your peircings is finished. Follow me."

I then was lead by the hand to a dark wooden chair which did not seem to have been there before; perhaps he had it sent in by The Surgeon since it looked like some old fashioned medical lobotomy chair.

I sat in the chair very frightened of the sewing of the collar. Sure enduring the peircings were rather painful but the fact that they were pierced in seconds was not as bad, but stitching would be slow.

But I had to endure this, I told myself. If I do not I am more afraid how the Master will kill me. Besides it will be fine once it is over. It should be not much unlike getting stitches to close up a wound.

He strapped me into the chair, buckling my hands and feet and a binding that held my head straight that came from the chairs low back to a thin but strong metal bar in front of me and the tight restraint which held my head in place with a metal head band fastened in place with two screws.

I felt Master pull up a seat beside me after the fastened the collar around my neck to have it hold itself in place. I held my breath and he begun. During this it seemed the more I would scream from the pain it would make my neck tighter and it would hurt more, so I tried my best to not concentrate on the pain and to think about what my new life is going to be like here. The honor it is to serve this powerful being, how I know that he will not kill me, and that I should be grateful to him for I knew if he wanted to he would rip me in half.

I awoke on the altar. I was in such pain I wished I remained asleep.

"You have risen. You passed out from the pain, which made my job easier. But it is over now. You look fitting now to be my treasured pet. I have prepared a bath for you to wash the blood off you which I felt I did not have any longer need to taste. Come."

He led me into another door in his chamber which was the bathroom of this place. I was very weak from my pain. But upon coming to the beautiful black marble deep tub I was overjoyed at how relaxing it would be; to rest my aching muscles in it that were very tight from straining from the pain.

He then presented me with various supernatural smelling soaps for my body and hair. They smelled intoxicating. I had no idea that these creatures would even wash. I had heard of demons and Hellish beings smelled foul and well some of the creatures here did. But Master did not. He had a wonderful musk to him that mingled seductively with the scent of his leather which made such a trance like perfume.

"I have some business to take care of. Wash yourself and hair clean and this salve is for your stitches, and this is for your piercings. When you are finished, and if I have not returned, then remained kneeled in the middle of the room for me. You may not feel the need to escape, not that I feel you will, but if you get the inclination, my chamber door will be locked, and if you did get out there would be nowhere to run in hell anyways.
You understand? You are to wash, take care of your peircings and stitches and to remain kneeled in the middle of the room for my return."

"Yes Master. I promise I will. The soaps are beautifully fragranced. Thank you."

"You will find that though we are in hell, there are unbelievable things here to pleasure your senses beyond earthly things."

"Thank you Master. Good bye for now."

He turned and I heard the door in the main room close and lock with what sounded as many locks.

I was soon left to myself. I relaxed in the tub for what seemed like an hour. The smells of the soaps were very relaxing to me. And in time the water and soap did not sting my wounds.

I rose from the water and smoothed over the salve for my neck which soothed the pain a bit. I also placed the other one on my peircings. I found a silver comb that must have been for me since Master did not have any hair. I combed out my black hair though the shock of my stitches perfume in the mirror frightened me at first. But then I examined them and found that they were perfectly straight and that there was no big holes, the leather binding was very fine and the only problem right now was the swollen flesh around the stitches. And the Piercing to my navel was a beautiful black jewel which what inserted inside me.

I then finished cleaning up and went to obediently wait for Master in the center of the room. I had remained there for a long time it seemed. I dared not to move. I did not know if Master might be able to see me from where he went and this is a test to see how obedient I was. I thought I might think of something to occupy my time, but mostly all of my memories up to this point were not there. I tried hard to think but couldn't. (I had later been told that the memories of mine were erased as I entered with Master into this dimension.)
So I kept time by how my hair dried.

When he returned he did not say a word, he went right to his desk and placed some huge book on it and began to write something. He did this for a while it seemed.
He the put the book away in the drawer and turned towards me and ordered me to come to him.

I crawled despite my pain and leaned down to benevolently kiss his boots.

"Beautiful." He praised and lifted my hair to see the work he had done on my collar.
"I want you to remove my boots for me servant, but do so with your teeth. I will be patient with you seeing how your stitches are fresh."

I, moved up his robe to the tops of his high boots and tried with as much poise as I could with my pain, unlace his boots with my teeth. I then removed comfortably his boots from him, myself rather fascinated at the supernatural lightest blue hue of his exposed skin on his legs and feet.

His praises for my good job pleased me.

"We are going to the dinning area. If you are hungry you may come, if you would like to rest you may stay. You may decide this."

"I will come with you if you so desire Master."

"Wonderful, I would love to show you off to the others. Come."

He then locked a delicate but strong chain to my collar which he locked to his belt and I was lead by the leash which as not too long that it dragged too much on the ground but not short enough to give me much discomfort. But if I had trailed behind a bit and not kept up with his pace the chain would tug at my collar and cause harsh pain.

We arrived in the dinning hall where there was a long table and many cenobites were seated at it. Master took his place at the head of the table and I was kneeled beside him.

They mostly talked about how pleased they were about having possession of the box, and Master said that now there was only three more they had to get.

During his speeches at the dinner, he fed me fruit from a plate on a table and let me drink wine from his goblet.

A lot of his speech to the crowd of other demons, I did not understand, some was in another language that I had never heard before. I more concentrated on how much pain I felt from his peircings and stitches, and how I may get a reward if I pleased Master with my silence and my grace.

A creature that was seated next to Master was one of the creatures that appeared with him. I assumed him and Master and the female were the Leaders of this army of demons for these puzzle boxes.
The cenobite which was next to me was so foul smelling and its face was completely twisted and deformed and its lips pulled back or cut off that all was left of it was uncontrollable chattering teeth. It scared me greatly that I pushed further by Master.
I had nothing to fear for as it sensed my fear, it held out a hand to touch my breasts but before it could do it Master pushed me into him and condemned the creature. His wrath was so great that the creature coward back in its chair from him.

"No one here touches my slave, NO ONE!" He hissed.

I was so glad that I was protected by Master, but scared that if I ever displeased him that I would be given over to one of his henchman and spend my eternity tortured by them.

We then arrived back to his chamber, and as he wrote in the book he had at his desk I remained kneeled at his side. Until I felt tired and curled up like a kitten at his feet and slept.

When I had awakened Master was still at the desk writing, I was still at his feet.

"You had a sound sleep." He commented.

"I did Master. How was your sleep?"

"I do not sleep."

"Do not sleep?"

"Cenobites do not sleep."

"But I notice you have a bed here."

"I may lie when my muscles feel tired but I do not sleep as you humans do."

"Possibly if you sleep you may miss your chance to get these boxes you so desire to have. It must make you perfect soldiers."

"That it does my child."

He stroked his fingers through my hair and down my back like I was his kitten.

"How does your peircings and stitching feel?"

"It is not as sore as it once was Master. It is getting better."

"You better go and take care of it." He noted taking a look at his work on me and unhooked my chain from his belt and allowed me to walk into the bathroom to put the herbal salve on my decorations. The salve cooled it and seemed to heal it faster and the pain was not as harsh.

I returned to master and I kneeled by him for a long time while he did nothing but write. I wanted to ask him what it was he was writing but assumed it was not my concern, it may have had something to do with his work and he seemed to be so deep in concentration that I did not want to break it.

Kneeling before him I edged myself closer to his thigh and gently laid my head against his thigh and delighted in the cool leather of his robe on my cheek. I soon felt his hand which put down his fountain pen and stroked my hair and my cheek and he toyed with my breasts.
I sighed against him and stroked Master's muscular leg through the gown of his robe, but he told me he did not permit me to touch him. So I stopped.

As he caressed my breast I felt my wetness between my legs. I had never felt such desire, nor had I felt such a sensation. His touch made me tingle pleasurably. It seemed like there was such a seductive energy that emanated from him when he wanted to give it off.
I pressed myself closer into him and sighed pleasurably.

"Master," I said low in a moan.

He let out an amused short laugh.

"I can smell your lust," he then whispered to me. Then without warning, he grabbed me up on my feet by my arm roughly and shoved most of his fingers inside me so fast that I called out. It felt amazing. The rapturous energy that flowed from him and as he bit down on my nipple ring, his pins pressing into my skin, and him pulling on the ring with his teeth sent a shock of pain through me from the fresh piercing. But the pleasure that was radiating from his fingers was unbelievable as it shot up inside me.

He stopped and told me to get on the bed. I almost too willingly obeyed. When I turned around he was there. He grabbed me by the wrists and pulled me to the end posts of the bed and made me stand up and he tied my hands in place with black rope he had in his hands, and then wrapped the rest of it around my body and used it to tie my legs wide apart. He kneeled between my open legs and with a very long tongue he begain to trace it around my sex, licking at my juices and I thought I was instantly going to lose myself to orgasm but he stopped before I reached it.
Then he began to lap at my nipples which his tongue which was long enough that his pins did not press into my skin.

"Oh Master, please…" I sighed with unbelievable pleasure that this supernatural demon was giving me. It was not just his physical stimulation but mixed with this energy that he was giving off to me was astonishing. Unlike anything I had felt before on earth I was sure.

I then felt him trace his tongue down between my thighs again and he plunged it inside me as he also had it positioned where it would also stimulate my clitoris, sending shock wave after shock wave of sexual ecstasy. I called out and writhed uncontrollably as much as I could within my bondage. I wanted to touch him, I wished I could pleasure him as much as he was pleasuring me, but I knew that this which he was giving me, was supernatural.

He did not stop, I had orgasm over and over and felt I could not take anymore of this but he still continued, never missing his rhythm. Until one point when he did stop, my muscles spasmed uncontrollably in my thighs and sex.
I then saw him stand before me and lift his dark robe. His muscular pale blue skin almost glowed against the black of everything and he had a very huge sex that I was scared that it wouldn't fit inside me. I was almost scared at its thickness and length. Many times had I see drawings of demons with huge members but thought it was an exaggeration.
As soon as he entered me I heard him call out. I must have felt very tight to him.

"Oh my child, it seems like ages ago." He moaned.

I felt him thrust harder inside me, fill me so completely. His thrusts came one after another so fast and hard that I couldn't keep the rhythm of them anymore.

I awoke sometime later, on the bed and unbound. I saw Master across the room seated at his throne behind the altar sipping a drink from his goblet. His leather armor still on the bed all that covered his palest blue body was the robe under it, which lay lazily open and draping down to the floor gracefully. His onyx eyes burned into mine from across the huge chamber. He looked spent and I noted his chest still heaving a little. He looked almost alabaster against the black which surrounded him.

I was going to move to his side but I felt I couldn't. My thigh muscles ached and I felt still rather faint. I assumed I passed out because of the pleasure.

"Master," I managed to say quietly and inquisitively still rather breathless.

He said nothing; all he did was study me with his coal black eyes. He must have heard my whisper addressing him, for it was so silent in his chamber that even my whisper echoed. I wanted him again. I never felt such craving that I can recall. Did he feel this? Does he know of my wants and desire for him? He senses my fears, my soul I must have given over to him, he must have read it word for word; memorized it in great detail.

Days passed into weeks and then years, it must have. It was hard to tell since here time doesn't exist and I cannot age now. Perhaps human years have passed, perhaps only days. It all runs into itself. Even my sleep cannot keep track of days.
I continued to obediently serve Master anything he wished.
I would go to the Dinning Hall when he wanted to take his meals in privet and retrieve them. I would prepare his torture rooms for him when he went to the other world. I would always be at his side kneeled as soon as he came back. I even had come to endure being at his side in his torture chambers. It was very hard at first but he eased me into it. But the smell is something I could never get used to. He would laugh and say that is due to my human side. Which he only took my soul, for Lord Leviathan but he did not make the total transition into Demonhood with me since I am more like his little human pet. There never went past a second I was not next to him when he came back to his chambers.
I was also never touched with harm from Master ever since my collar and peircings. I sometimes got hurt a bit if we had sex, sometimes he would forget himself and some of his pins would scrape my flesh a bit or we would do it too long and I will be very sore afterwards, but nothing too drastic. I found too that his bondage on me seemed to lessen now I have no bonds. I acquiescently remain always with him, and when he is gone I remain in his chambers if he does not ask me to do errands for him.
The other cenobites here in Hell regard me with as much prestige as Master. Being his property none dare touch me. They rather give me regards if I pass them in the labyrinth halls or various chambers when I do errands for Master. We would have great talks also. I've come to know them as family. Each I though grotesque upon my first arrival, I've come to see their unique beauty and grace in their disfigurements.

I find myself missing Master a lot when he goes away on a quest for the boxes and souls. Sometimes I would lie on his bed and ache for his return. I sometimes toyed with his chains fondly recalling when he twists them around me to restrain me as he uses my body to amuse himself. Sometimes I just remain kneeled in the middle of the chamber in the dark eagerly awaiting the sound of his key in the chamber's locks.

Master came in the chamber after a quest for one of the boxes ended. A little wounded from it. Some damned human tried to fight him, and shot Master's leg. After his visit with Surgeon he was better but sore. I then got a frightened though that perhaps on a quest he may not return. The thought stabbed through me like millions of hooks. I drew a bath for Master and helped him into the deep black tub.

"Master I am so scared now that I know you can be hurt, that you may die on a quest. The thought is my new found fear." I confessed pouring some soothing water over other wounds on his back.

"It is rare I ever get hurt my worried pet, and don't fear me dying because it can't happen, none of us can die."

"Is that true?"

"It is what Lord Leviathan says so it is true is it not?"

"Of course Master. Lord Leviathan knows all."

But the thought still burned in my mind as fear. I felt I could not bear my life without him.

I helped Master into bed after the bath and made sure he was comfortable. I then went to lie on the floor by his bed as I usually am permitted to do since my only right to be in his bed is if he feels to have sex there, but Master leaned over and took my arm.

"I wish for you to sleep here beside me now. I do not want you to sleep on the floor ever again."

"Oh Master this is such a wonderful privilege. Thank you."

I crawled onto the soft bed with black velvet kingly sheets.

"Come closer to me child." He whispered.

Permitting me to move closer to him he then pulled me over him. I thought we were going to have sex and was a little warily to do so since sometimes Master will just enter me when I lest expect it and since I am not wet his huge member hurts a lot. But he did not enter me. He held me close to him. I had not been just hugged by Master before save for after sex he will sometimes hold me for a bit and praise me but never just that.
I then was moved over to his side and I laid my head on his chest and soon drifted into sleep. I awoke and Master still was there and still I was in his embrace. I felt such a feeling of such contentment. I wanted me and Master to just lay here for the rest of eternity. I felt his hands in my hair and his arm around me tight to him. I felt such a love for him though it is one of the forbidden words; love and other words that bring the thought of the feelings of heaven. Lord Leviathan hears all and if he had heard those words I would hate to know what would happen. I felt it though and my heart ached not to tell Master. The feeling wound up in my chest and throat so much that it brought tears to my eyes.

"My pet, you are crying? Are you awake?" I heard him ask.

I moved to face him. I hurt that I couldn't tell him the forbidden thoughts I had. I also, looking at him, wanted so bad to kiss him but I couldn't do that either. His pins were so strategically placed about his face that it would be impossible to kiss him without having them stab into me.

He as usual tasted my tears but more concerned about what was making me cry.

"My child, your tears are caused by a bad dream perhaps? Tell me."

"Yes Master, it was a dream."

His eyes narrowed and looked even more unreal and mystical in the faint glow of candlelight and this close to me.

"You have never lied to me before, and why are you lying now? I know if things are lies." He said questioning.

"Master…I…you…" I was trying to think of what to say without using forbidden words.

He rose up to face me more and reached to light another candle to see me better.

"Out with it. What is it?"

I couldn't do anything but cry and I buried my face into his neck and wrapped my arms around him. His arms hesitated but replied with a tight embrace.

"If this is about your fear of my death child I…"

"No Master its not." I interrupted, feeling bad I had dared to interrupt his words. "I am sorry Master to interrupt, but it is not that." I took a deep breath. "Master I wish to say something to you but I can't. But can you not feel what it is save me saying it?"

Master was silent. Was he concentrating on my feelings? Did he read them?

"Child be still your tears and your troubles. I wish to keep you safe from suffering and torment. I wish you not to be like the others."

"Master…I…" I sighed and lay back again on his strong chest and tried my best to stop my tears but they still fell on his skin. I couldn't help letting them fall.

Master's hand reoccupied my hair strands and his other arm enveloped my waist again.

The next time I had felt tired, I laid back in Master's bed, he soon followed for Lord Leviathan said for him to nurse his wounds and to let the other high cenobites take care of any quests which might come up for those to be brought to judgment.

I did not know what to say to Master since the last time I had cried in front of him due to my feelings.

"Child be still your tears and your troubles. I wish to keep you safe from suffering and torment. I wish you not to be like the others."

I thought of this over and over during my waking time. Is this what he was saying about my feelings he read and worded them to sound in a way of saying something like forbidden words but worked a way around them? Oh how I analyzed them words he spoke.

As I lay next to him once again his arms held me close, I thought of how to speak my feelings without the use of certain words that would be deemed degrading under the Law of Lord Leviathan.

I was silent as I laid there with Master for the longest time. What words can I say, and how to articulate them.

"Master," I finally spoke in the smallest whisper.

"Yes?" He answered just as quietly.

"Will you ever give me away?"

"Give you away?"

"Yes. Give me away to someone else?"

"No. You are my property. No being here will ever lay hands on anything I own."

"If you ever have a thought of sending me to someone else to serve I would rather die. I would rather have my life ended than to know I can never be at your side. And I would rather have that death brought on by your hands than anyone else's."

"You should not fear that my pet. I will not let that happen. You will spend eternity as mine. What is bringing on this doubt? Is it something someone has said to you to cause ill will? Because if it is I will promptly correct them and make them pay for filling your mind with such nonsense."

"No Master, it is nothing that any one said to me. I just want you to know that I never want to leave you. And out of fear of this I will always be obedient to you and never let you down in anything."

"Very good my pet. I know you are totally obedient and you should not worry yourself with such thoughts. Sleep now, you need your rest."

I laid my head back against his chest with a sigh. I didn't know if he understood. I still felt that ache in my chest and throat. I wished I could speak The Word to him but dared not to. If it would displease Lord Leviathan it would surely displease Master, Lord's favorite son.

I then raised myself up to look at Master; his black eyes glinting in the faintest light from one of the candelabras on both sides of Master's bed. Black magic, I thought when I looked deep into Master's eyes. I took my fingers and stroked Master's face in between his pins. Master let out a little low sound from my touch. I think we both realized that it was so intimate. Even though I had let master put his hands and fingers and tongue anywhere on my body, but nothing felt as intimate as this. Touching his face, looking into his eyes, nothing. I then touched his mouth, his pale lips. I had felt my breath catch.

"Master, I want so much to kiss your lips. Is there no way you could remove some of your pins so I could?"

"No they can not be removed."

"I wish so much to kiss you." I said quietly as I took a final stroke to his lips before I started shedding tears once again.

I saw his eyes close slowly. I continued to run my fingers in between the pins. It was almost like he would have purred. I was so wet with my yearning, Master responded to my craving and gripped me gently by the hips and lowered me onto him until I felt him fully inside of me. I felt him roll me over and unlike when we had sex before he was not rough and it had nothing to do with bondage or any sort of sadomasochistic practices. This was different.

Master gently pulled out of my body and knelt between my legs. His hands caressed my body softly, the power and ecstasy flowing through his touches. I felt as if in a trance.
His long tongue licked and tracing a line of unsurpassed pleasure over my whole body, reaching deeper into my most secretive places inside me, tasting as softly as it caressed.
I closed my eyes and drowned deeper into his sensations savoring every moment.

I then felt Master enter me deeply, reaching inside my core where no other could ever have touched. I felt my pleasure surmounting with every stroke and thrust, his groans had become louder as did mine from out mostly silent trance-like state. Despite his growing pleasure he still only thrust his member slowly and gently inside me. I felt completely every inch of him.
We went on like this for ages it seemed, for he would never tire, until one point when we both had reached the height and I called out loud and so did he, in the midst of the pleasure I took him by the back of his head and pulled his face close to me and regardless of the pins I let them bite me for his kiss. The mingling of his member spilling inside me and the pins in my face and my mouth finally on his was unadulterated. Nothing felt more complete than that. We kissed for most of eternity it seemed. His tight embrace, his mouth on mine, his burden of pins also connected into my own features. I never wanted to let him go from me. I wanted to stay like this forever. When we finally did part, I felt my blood on my face trickling, his tongue licking the streams away, I whispered in his ear so quiet that not even Lord Leviathan would hear Himself,

"Master, I love you."

"I love you too my pet. Love eternal." He responded just as low as I. He then gave a genuine and rare laugh, and I laughed also and we held each other for so long.

Finally the words were said, the ache in my chest ceased.

Here I remain now, as for all eternity, bound to Master devoted. I am smiling and hearing him turn at my side as I write this, my beautiful Master, or Pinhead as I teasingly call him from time to time.
This was my story, of how I met Master, and his claiming of me completely.
If somehow we may cease to be, this here, written in undying ink, will tell the tale to others after us and our children, of a love that is eternal, and bridged over dimensions and boundaries.

Oh Eternity, may your wings never separate me and Master, stay your hand away from decaying our love and life.

The word, "Love" though. Oh how I contemplate it so. Could this one word be that powerful to shatter such darkness in Master's being? Is this why it has been outlawed? In the darkest part of the chambers for only mine and Master's ears to hear, we still say it to each other, and know that we now have found each other, and know now that we can never, ever be apart.

Master says that I am not only soon to be his bride, but also will remind him of such feelings he had felt when he was human himself. For we have a bond stronger than friendship or love, and all the forbidden earthly words. I serve not only as his soon to be devoted bride, confidant and lover eternal, but also as his reminder of his humanity which was never actually taken away.