‘John!’ – Mary calls me from the living room. I rush to her.
I am barefooted, wear jeans and have my torso naked. She has a sexy dress, with a low cut cleavage allowing her ample breasts to show off. A simple but sexy little black dress. But that is not the most exciting part of her attire. I am definitely more aware of the black cane she is holding!
‘Kneel, John’ – she orders me, from hearing seating position at our light-beige sofa.
She is also pointing at me with the cane. Not really threatening. Well, maybe just a little.
‘John’ – she continues after I kneel down at the carpet at her feet, ‘I think I like your idea of you being my submissive obedient slave for a day. Let’s see how it goes. I just wonder ….’
She has now a mischievous look on her beautiful face while she “wonders” … A measure of fear crosses my mind in respect to what she is going to say … light fear is enjoyable and exciting …
‘ I wonder how obedient you can really be …’ – she adds with a smirk and a smile.
More light fear and excitement for me. Good, how bad can this be, this being an obedient game? So far it seems I am safe.
This whole idea of submission is rather new for us as a couple, even we had been talking and fantasizing in the past. So we start light. I love and trust my wife Mary, so, so I feel safe for the time being.
She blends her cane again. She brings it to my cheeks, and caresses and teases my face with it. I instinctively react and try not to avoid it, but she says:
‘No no no! don’t move!’.
So I relax, and she keeps teasing me with the cane. One cheek, then the other. Then under the chin. She slowly starts to aim for one of my nostrils. I breathe deep in anticipation and try to make an effort not to resist.
She poking my nostril with the cane is started to feel quite humiliating, and making me really hard inside my jeans as well. She rotates the cane around its axis, slowly and sensually, while keeping a soft and subtle contact with my nostril, which makes me realize how sensitive it is. It has suddenly become an erotic spot. I start to feel a weird feeling in my spine … it is the humiliation feeling! It is stronger than I expected, and I never thought it would come about in this way? She keeps teasing my nostril. I feel so excited, and more and more overwhelmed with emotion and feelings of weakness.
My mind starts to fill with fear of what could be next, will she put that in my mouth?
‘Open your mouth John!’ – she reads my mind. I obey.
‘Tongue out! More! Mouth wide open, and tongue out!’ Very good, stay there, what an obedient slave!’ -she says.
I stay there with kneeling with my mouth wide open, my tongue out, pressing my eyes while my mind struggles to cope with a new startling sensation when she puts the cane in my mouth.
But she doesn’t, she keeps teasing my nostril, while I hold my mouth open. I feel a bit ridiculous, but also submissive, and excited, and happy that I slowly fall into my slave role.
‘Does this excite you, John, being given orders? Look at you … with the mouth wide open, tongue out, so ridiculous!’
Mary was teasing me mentally and also physically by rubbing her cane all around my face. I loved it! I was told not to move, so I could only answer to her question with an imperceptible assent of the head, and an affirmative gesture of closing my eyes. I think she understood it.
“I think I’m going to enjoy myself now playing with my new slave. Because that’s what you are now, slave. A slave! And you don’t even have a name anymore now! ‘
‘No more John for you! John is gone, thrown through the window! I had a husband, once upon a time, but he is gone, and now I have a slave!”
“I think I will start by being a bit more strict with you. Let’s start with correcting your posture. Slave, put your hands behind you and separate your knees … And don’t you dare to close your mouth or hide your tongue! I want you to keep your ridiculous expression of the submissive slave in your face!”
I felt a warm joy from her firm tone, as I obeyed. And I also felt some tingling in my groin in my jeans as I separated my knees. The feeling of exposing myself by opening my legs was rewarding, especially that I also felt protected by the jeans. A paradox!
Mary is a really sexy woman, with a beautiful angel face, black hair, and sensual curves. Not at all skinny. She may even have a few extra pounds, but that only accentuated her sex appeal. She wore her 37 years with exuberance and supreme confidence.
This is all a lengthy blurb to explain to you, dear reader, why I was dying to drop the whole game and just grab her tits. But the excitement in the expectation of the unknown kept me obedient and yearning for more orders from this Goddess.
“You may think this is a game, little slave, but let me show you. Open your mouth wider, stick your tongue out, and don’t move no matter what”
She hit me on my tongue with the cane! Fucking bitch! It hurt! I didn’t expect her to be so harsh. I muffled my moan, and suffered in silence, trying to keep my obedient slave role.
Not again! Filthy bitch! This is not the game I had in mind! Well, maybe yes, I am not so sure now.
“This was just a little help to remind you that you are my slave now. Now lick my cane, say thank you Mistress, and get up”.
I did as ordered with great gratitude that it was over. I also heard myself in my thoughts calling myself a wimp (in my head only) for making such a big deal out of two little blows.
“Rule number 1, obey without any hesitation. Not the slightest!”
“Rule number 2, you shall be naked at all times unless direct otherwise.”
It took me a second to process this, and realize that I need to remove my pants, but I had my arms behind my back and my hesitation in bringing them to the front didn’t go unnoticed!
“So soon you are already in violation of both rules!”
She pushed her cane inside my nostril. I’m glad she didn’t strike me with the cane, but I was surprised on how my sweet wife turned out so nasty, with this perverted obsession with my nostril.
I wanted to say I’m sorry, but I recalled I had to keep my mouth open and tongue out. So I started removing my jeans, while she was pressing upwards with the cane in my nose, in an uncomfortable position.
“Good slave, you are learning. You look so funny trying to remove your pants with your nose upwards, and your mouth open! Ok, relax now, close your mouth, and remediate your situation, and go back to position.”
She removed the cane, so I was able to quickly undress.
“Rule 3, your default position is as you were before, kneeling, hands behind you, knees wide apart, and mouth open. You can keep your tongue inside.”
I was glad to obey and expectant to see what happens next.
“I see your cock is happy to be shown to me”
She teased my cock with the cane. This, combined with the recent memory of the cane on my tongue raised a slight concern. I really hoped Mistress was not that wicked!
“Do you know what may happen if you disobey …” she teased me while rubbing my balls with the cane … “Mmm .. you don’t want to find out, I really recommend you don’t try ….”
This just helped me make up my mind not to disobey! I didn’t want to find out!
“I know there are a lot of things that you don’t like to do … or be done to you .. but that’s what being a slave is about, right? You do what your Mistress wants, not what you want. Isn’t that right slave? Mmmmh?”
So far she was talking with a disarming smile, seductively mean. But suddenly she became serious. She brought her face near me, looked me in the eyes, and asked me slowly and sternly:
“Do you like men, slave? Sexually?”
That question totally caught me off guard. Where that came from?
I didn’t expect a hit on my balls! Not for just hesitating to answer!!!! What a bitch! I twisted my torso in agony!
“No Mistress, I don’t like men, noo …. I like only women!”
“Too bad. For you that is. But you will obey anything I say, because you are my slave, right?”
I was totally lying, I was not really willing to go that far as she hinted, but this was the safest thing to say right now, in my painful situation. Hope she is bluffing too.
“I know you will. Even if you don’t know, I know”
Her smile returned to her face, her cane was returned to be held with two hands in a non-menacing way, and it was like if the Sun had risen again.
“Oh, my own cute little little slave to play!” She said with the sweetest smile.
She put her cane away and brought her smiling face close to mine.
She made a sweet pout with her mouth.
“Is slave horny, uh?. What will make slave happy, uh? You are allowed to beg your Mistress!”
I said: “A kiss, please?”
She smiled again, then went to grab her cane. Oh no, what’s wrong now?
WHAACK on my butt!
“Slave forgot to say ‘Mistress’ … Ha!”
“Sorry Mistress, sorry Mistress! Please no more cane, Mistress?”
“Of course, my cute slave! Only good things for you now, slave!”
She brought her slave close to me again, with a smile. I cautiously partially opened my mouth, as she got her near me. And we kissed, tenderly. She licked and sucked my lips, and I reciprocated, as we locked in a loving and wet kiss.
Her hands started caressing me my chest, and a flow of pleasure and warmth expanded through my body, from the ineffable sensations of her tongue dancing with mine, and her caring hands rubbing my torso, my arms, my chest, while I kept my hands behind me as instructed.
My cock was standing to attention between my parted legs.
A thrill startled me as her hand trailed downwards, to lightly touch my ball sac, and a playful finger traveled along the right side of my cock from the base to the tip.
“Oh, my cute slave is oozing some drops here …” she said interrupting the kiss for a brief moment, and then she went back to it.
Her finger tapping softly of the tip of my cock was like pressing a secret button for me, it caused me some sudden urge to fuck and cum! But I was determined to resist it!
She broke the kiss and looked at me as waiting for my begging. But I didn’t want to beg to fuck because I also enjoyed the tease. So I didn’t know what to beg.
This time she decided to be more aggressive in her kissing, ravishing my mouth and sucking my tongue and slips with intensity. She penetrated me with her tongue, and strongly lapped all corners of my cavity, rubbing it strongly against my tongue.
“Take your mouth out, slave, and keep it out. Flat tongue!”
She slowly placed her own tongue pressing against mine, the upper surface of each tongue touching each other. As we slowly accommodated our heads and tongues to increase the surface of contact, she started to slowly rub the underside of my cock from the tip towards the base with her full hand.
Simultaneously she started rubbing my cock underside, up and down. The coordinated rub jumped my fuse on my level of simulating pleasure, as I felt fucked through both ends. As I enjoyed and revealed in this paradise, my brain turned soft and mushy! Electricity run between my cock and my mouth, right along my chest and tummy, and back!.
We both moaned while this slow but intensive rubbing continued. And she gradually accelerated the motion. Oh, fuck! After some vigorous and faster rubbing my heavy moans betrayed that my orgasm is getting near, and she stopped.
She started tapping on the tip of my cock. Oh no, again! This time I can’t hold myself from begging.
“Please Mistress, may I get some pleasure in my cock so I can cum?”
I wanted to say let’s fuck, but I phrased it so that it is up to her how should I cum.
“About time, slave, I like to hear you begging to cum! What a sweet slave you are!”
She removed her hand from my cock, held my face, and started kissing me on the lips. No tongue this time. Just strong kisses in the lips. She played with my cheeks with her hands.
“Get up slave, I have some toys I want to show you! Come. ”
“Ok, you can free your arms …”, she said as I saw that I would need them to get up.
She grabbed the cane again, and I followed her to the bedroom, wondering what perv toys she has in store for me …
“Come here, bitch,”
The order is sharp and matter of fact. The girl switches off the water in the kitchen and immediately comes to her side. Although they are not usually so formal at home, the girl can hear in her tone that kneeling would be the appropriate course of action. She slips, gracefully, to her knees and looks up at her Lady, waiting to hear what she will be told.
Her Lady smiles at the gesture; Her slave, who listens intently to read her needs. Who seeks to please and give her what she wants, even in the smallest of gestures. She will have the chance to do so later. Her Lady has been plotting quite an evening of amusement for herself. A day really. She smiles to herself.
“Life is good,” she thinks as she leans back in the desk chair and listens for a moment to the birds. She looks down at the girl and raises an eyebrow, simply to see her blush and squirm. Instantly, the flush raises in her cheeks and her shoulders curl. Instantly, she’s wide open and an inch high. The girl giggles nervously. She can’t help herself. Her Lady knows the meaning of this giggle very well. She’s feeling tiny. Miniscule. Torn open. Exposed. Delicious, her Lady thinks. Her sweetness. Her vulnerability. The slight glisten on her olive skin.
“Finished with the dishes?” her Lady inquires.
“Good, go upstairs and bathe. Shave. Scrub yourself, inside and out. I want you pristine. Got it?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” the girl replies and instantly rises to do her bidding once the Lady offers an almost imperceptible nod of her head. But, the girl sees it and understands. She heads up the stairs, trying hard to make no noise, and enters the bathroom where she bathes herself thoroughly and shaves until she’s as smooth everywhere as baby skin. Because it is her will. Because she prefers her property, clean, bare, exposed to her, and pleasant to touch. When she’s finished, she steps out of the tub and on to the bath mat. She wraps a towel around her body and one around her hair to prevent any dripping on the carpeting. She brushes her teeth and makes sure her eyebrows are well-groomed. She looks in the mirror and is pleased with the results. Her skin has that after scrub glow and she feels smooth to the touch. She smells like black currant vanilla, one of her Lady’s special favorites. She applies lotion of the same scent to ensure the smell lingers, careful to rub it everywhere so that her skin remains milk soft for her Lady’s pleasure. As always, she wishes to appeal to all of her Lady’s senses. And it is with this desire for her Lady’s pleasure in mind that she completes the grooming ritual. She neatly hangs her towel up to dry, cleans out the grey porcelain of her Lady’s bathtub, and returns to the bedroom to dress.
To her surprise, her Lady is waiting, and she has laid out clothing for Her slave on the bed. This is unusual. Her Lady generally only selects Her slave’s outfits when She has a desire to play dress up or wishes her dressed a certain way when they are going out to play. However, according to her Lady, they will be going shopping. She needs a new red dress and shoes for the evening. Her slave is excited that they will be shopping for Her. She so rarely treats herself and She deserves it. She’s always thinking of others before herself.
The Lady smiles at her slave and arches an eyebrow. The girl squirms, once again. She’s certain her Lady’s eyes can see inside her heart and mind. Under her Lady’s hand, she has grown out of the urge to cover herself and the need for the carpet to swallow her whole. She still has to fight the urge to fidget, especially as she knows her Lady prefers her to stand still.
She is not there for a minute before a hold is taken of her hair and she’s taken down to her knees. Her Lady walks rapidly, and she has to crawl quickly to keep up with Her. Although the girl cannot see, the Lady smiles, amused by the way her hips wiggle as she moves, petlike, to keep pace. She’s led down the stairs and into the basement, where the couch has been covered by stretcher sheets and the table has clearly been prepared, with what the girl cannot see. Her Lady pats the couch and the girl obeys the wordless command. She climbs up and perches back on her heels. Her eyes adjust to the darkness; the white paneling of the walls comes into focus, and her nostrils fill with the familiar scent of Her, of that space.
She pats a spot on the floor and the girl kneels.
“Lay down, pet,” She commands, and, instantly, She is obeyed. The girl lays down and does not resist as her Lady pulls her legs apart.
“Are you ready?” she asks.
Ready for what? The girl does not know, but it hardly matters. She is ready now. She is always ready. If it pleases her Lady, there is nothing she wouldn’t do. It does not even occur to her to think that these words frequently preface tremendous pain. And today will be no different. Still, pain seems inconsequential when compared to her Lady’s pleasure.
She is surprised to feel cold between her legs. It precedes the brief moment of painful insertion and fullness.
“No lube I felt was necessary, I knew my dirty little whore would take it for me regardless,”
“Yes Ma’am,” she replies. Take what? Clearly something has been inserted, but the girl has no idea what. All of a sudden she jumps as she feels intense vibration. It catches her by surprise as it stimulates THAT spot. She moans as the vibration grows stronger and stronger, edging towards release…
“If it pleases you, Ma’am, may your…” but as she begins to beg, sensation stops, and the girl is left to breathe through the pressure and fullness of unreleased ache. Everything has happened so quickly. Device inserted. Sensation applied. Sensation removed. She can’t even think about the hows and whys? What has she inserted? How has she controlled it? What is she going to do?
As her Lady uncovers the supplies on the table, the question answers itself. Medical supplies and a 3.0 suture have been laid out like surgical implements. And the girl’s mind comes to rest upon a threat her Lady had once made.
“I’m going to put something in you, sew you shut, and take you out like that.”
As with so many things, the threat is about to become a reality. The girl whimpers a bit in thinking about how painful being sewed shut will be. She finds any sort of pain inflicted on her delicate bits to be intense. Sutures will be…she shudders, but instantly lets go of the fear. It is Her pain, after all, Her will, and therefore not to be fought. She closes her eyes and tells herself that pain and fear mean nothing, all that matters is her Lady’s pleasure. She lets go of every thought but this. She closes her eyes and immerses herself in Her. In her pleasure. In the scent of her, that reminds the girl that she is home. In the twinkle in her eyes as her sadistic need is fed. In the way She hums as she sews and the blood begins to flow.
“Don’t forget to breathe girl, you know this will hurt.” With that, she begins, and the girl’s world reduces down to the stinging pain as the suture is inserted and slowly pulled through the flesh of her labia. The girl quiets and focuses her mind away from the intensity of the pain and towards Her pleasure. Relax. Accept it. It is her desire and her will. It hurts Intensely so. And she sews slowly. With purpose. The tears fall and form, but the girl does not resist. She opens herself to the pain, allows it to flow through her. She is Hers. Her property. Her toy. Therefor Her pleasure and to fill Her needs. At the moment, her sole purpose is to be stitched for her Lady’s amusement. To suffer at her hand. Suffer she does, and amused She is. She, indeed, hums softly as she sews, smiling as the needle dulls and the sting grows sharper. As the girl’s tears flow harder. As she sees her little flower close up its petals, hiding away the little jewel she has placed inside. As her glee becomes tangible. Oh the fun she will have today.
“Ok kitten, all set. Go on upstairs and get dressed. Your clothing is on the bed.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” she replies. Her voice a throaty whisper. Her Lady smiles to hear the pain She has inflicted manifest itself in her body. The girl’s cunt is throbbing. The sting of the needle has been replaced by the dull ache and stretching of the sutures as they pull. Soon she will feel a sharper sting as her own body betrays her, and the stitches fill with the acidity of her own wetness. Reminding her that she, her body, everything she is, everything she has is Hers. Her property. A toy to facilitate her further amusement.
“Hurry up now, I’ll be waiting for you at my desk.”
Quickly, quietly, the girl makes her way up the stairs. The stitches pull, a subtle reminder of her place. She cannot help but release a soft moan as she steps first her right leg, then her left, into the ruffled panties her Lady has laid out. Just stiff enough to be irritating to the tender bits that have been so thoroughly used. Her Lady’s clothing choice is equally deliberate. A restrictive pencil skirt hobbles her further, ensuring she cannot spread her legs too far. There will be no relief from the ache. She will suffer because it is her Lady’s will. For as long as she so chooses to have it so. Each step, each shift of her knees, each fidgit, each tiny motion will serve to give her Lady’s pleasure as the stitches will pull and her cunt will throb. Not so different from the every day, where each gesture, each though, each move she makes is executed with her Lady’s pleasure in mind. Merely externalized. And facilitated by her Lady’s fantasies come to life.
She finishes dressing, fixes her hair neatly, and quickly applies makeup as she wishes to represent her Lady well. She is loveliness incarnate in her dress and heels, and her slave wishes to ensure that she does her justice. However, her desire to turn her Lady’s property out well is balanced with the need for expedience. Her Lady is ready and the girl knows she does not like to be kept waiting. And there is still the business of readying her belongings and ensuring her Lady will have all she needs. She makes her way down the stairs, and gasps as she feels the strong vibration between her legs. Her senses flood with pain? pleasure? Both? All she knows is it is intense.
The stitches throb. Her pleasure button is pushed over and over again, thanks to her Lady’s strategic placement of the device. The combination is intense, and there is no relief for the sensations, save her Lady’s mercy. She begins to moan and pant, with pleasure, with pain, with the sense of what it is to be Hers. Her dirty little whore, so close to cumming for Her, even with her pussy sewn shut. This thought supercedes pleasure and pain. She is Hers. Her slave. Her toy. Her property. The realization once again brings her to the verge.
“If it pleases you Mi’Lady….”
And once again it is stopped. Pain floods her senses, just as both knew would happen. The vibration and her wetness are a potent combination. Her head spins, her eyes glisten with tears.
“Hush girl, there will be none of that today. I expect my slave to conduct herself like a proper young lady, regardless of the circumstance. We will be shopping in fine stores, perhaps having lunch or tea. You will not embarrass me today and you will reveal to no one that I am doing naughty things to you. What’s more, you will not cum without my permission. And of course, I expect to be served in a manner that befits a Lady regardless of what might be happening between your slutty little legs. Understood?”
Her Lady smiles to hear the concern in her voice. Her slave is a responsive little thing. One of the reasons that tormenting her brings her so much delight. She will be able to focus and hold her reactions in check. Of this, the Lady is certain. But it will take every ounce of her will to do so.
The second piece of her command: “you will not cum without permission,” she has added to ensure the girl will fail. She knows that when the girl is in that headspace of surrender, she has no control over what her body does. Perhaps if her Lady said, “stop,” it might be another matter. Just as she can make the girl cum on command if she wishes it. But she will not. She enjoys setting her up to fail. Pushing that button and the need she has to give her Lady perfection. To constantly remind her that she will fall short. Mess up. Fail. Disappoint. It is one of her biggest fears in the context of her service. And one of her Lady’s greatest sources of sadistic pleasure.
As if reminding the girl of how difficult her task will be, she shakes the remote, carefully concealed in her right hand, and the device buzzes to life. The girl’s eyes open wide, but she bites her lip to keep from crying out. Her heart rate increases, her breathing, though quiet, grows shallow and quick. Delicious, her Lady thinks as she watches her slave carefully collect her things, attempting to focus solely on her service and on fetching the things her Lady will need for the day. She smiles, that sadistic catlike smile as she watches her poor little slave process through pain and pleasure and aches. She kneels and presents her Lady with her purse, and her cleaned sunglasses. With hands emptied and her task completed, there is nothing left to do but experience the intensity of sensations. Pleasure and pain are equally intense and equally dangerous given her Lady’s orders. She wills her mind to focus solely on her Lady’s needs. Her lips quiver. Her shoulders shake.
“Up you go girl.”
The order is given and the girl follows the Lady out to the car. The sensation does not stop its assault on her poor pussy until she has opened and closed the door and her Lady is situated in the driver’s seat.
She says nothing as the girl carefully climbs into the car, attempting not to wince as she is forced to take a wide step and sit.
“Off we go,” her Lady simpers and, with a smile pregnant with sadistic glee, she pulls out of the
driveway and into the road.
They soon arrive at the downtown boutique, small, but elegant, and situated in an old Victorian-style brownstone. Seas of purples and blues frame the doorway and the trees slowly rustle in the mid-morning breeze. A welcome fit for a queen, the girl thinks as they step inside. She cannot help but blush as she drinks it all in. The marble floors, the soft music, the abundance of sterling roses. The cases full of jeweled accessories, polished to streak-free perfection. The regal chaise, strategically placed in the center of the store immediately draws the eye. Its gilded edges and fine silk brocade taunt the girl, hyperconscious of her full and aching cunt, of her station, of her place. A little nothing, a mere piece of property, no different than the haute couture that her Lady currently peruses. How small she feels in contrast to her surroundings. Like the cinder girl at the prince’s ball, hyperconscious of her calloused feet and her dishpan hands; worried that someone will spot a speck of dirt beneath her nails or the hint of a low country accent.
Her Lady strolls by each display against the wall. And the girl watches as she isolates each piece, inspects each seam, each bit of beadwork, the quality of the fabric. The girl says nothing as she trails behind her and slightly to her right, watching to see if and when her Lady will hand back her purse or an item for her to hold up. Her attendant, her servant, her slave. There to care for her. There to provide her pleasure through the simple fact of her existence. There to suffer silently. Every so often she feels a quick jolt between her legs, which floods her senses with pain, reminding her that she has been stuffed and sewn, like a thanksgiving turkey for her Lady’s pleasure and amusement. But neither make mention of her state. The Lady walks, the girl attends, providing her opinion when it is requested of her, observing with the watchful eye of a 20th century bookkeeper.
“May I suggest something that would look lovely with your coloring,”
The saleswoman’s voice startles the girl. And a second startle follows soon. The girl’s eyes grow wide as she feels the vibration begin again in earnest. She bites her lip to keep quiet and stands stone still, willing herself with every fiber of her being to ignore the pain that has flooded her senses and the wetness she can feel gathering. She focuses on the pleasantries that her Lady exchanges with the woman, lest she be asked to contribute to the conversation. She shivers slightly as she thinks of her Lady’s casual menace. There she stands, listening intently, admiring the hand sewn and dyed lace and the intricate details of the overlay. Caring nothing for the girl’s mortification or her extreme discomfort. She is the very picture of serenity and poise. For a moment the girl is stricken with fear that her Lady has forgotten that her g-spot and her thoroughly used cunt are being assaulted with vibration at the highest setting. Little beads of sweat form on her hairline and above her lip. Her chest heaves. Yet she, too, maintains
maintains her composure and her poise, as her Lady has instructed and as she expects. She makes no noise. She does not fidget. If she were more obtrusive, a careful observer might notice her pain-glazed eyes, the little beads of sweat that have formed on her hairline or the shallowness of her breath. But the girl is careful not to draw attention to herself and, thus, the shoppers and sales staff alike pass her by without a second glance. She is shadow among substance. Far less interesting to regard than the rows full of finery in crimson, navy, and black.
Her Lady takes a backwards glance at Her slave and smiles at what she sees. Her slave, obeying Her to the letter of the law. She takes great pains to mask her distress. She stands still and, although not in position as she would be if they were out in the community, her Lady can see that she is at attention and her focus is on Her. She does not whimper or moan. She has not adjusted her gait to relieve the fire between her legs. But her Lady knows every atom. To Her, she is transparent as glass. She can see how hard the girl is working in the look of intense concentration that has come over her face. She can read her mortification in the flush of her cheeks and see how very concerned she is about her body’s ability to adhere to Her Lady’s command to avoid release. She can read the questions when they pop into her mind. “Do they know? Can they smell? Can they tell? Have I been a good enough girl to hide them as she expects?”
She has strategically ensured that the girl’s g-spot receives a steady stream of sensation. Just strong enough to fill her with ache without allowing release. Yet, intense enough to make the stitches in her lips twitch and pull. To ensure she feels the sting of irritation as the thread absorbs her moisture. She smiles, but does not relieve the girl’s distress as she follows the saleslady to a dressing room with a velvet curtain. Her attendant wishes Her well, hangs the clothing in a convenient spot and leaves the Lady and the girl in peace. They are alone.
“Poor pitiful little thing,” her Lady simpers as She smiles and turns up the intensity. Her teasing is barely audible, but the girl hears every word; experiences them in every fiber of her being. Her eyes widen as she notes the sadistic twinkling in her Lady’s eyes – the only outward sign She has, thus, far, showed, that Her hunger is building as Her slave’s condition grows worse.
How she is enjoying Her foreplay before the evening’s entertainment. How beautiful she is when she suffers so sweetly for Her pleasure and to fulfill her need. How sweet her doe eyes are as they become a window into her anguish. As her chest heaves and her breasts rise and fall. As her limbs begin to tremble slightly, almost imperceptibly. In Her mind’s eye, She sees an image of Her slave, both sets of lips dripping with blood. Tears streaming down her cheeks as she’s bitten, slapped, punched, taken to the edge of what her body can handle…and then beyond. To that place where she can no longer cry or scream. Where the little mews escape her lips as she lies broken at Her feet. Her property. Her slave. Her pomme de sang. Her every sense filled with Her. Aching to give Her everything She wishes. All that she is. Needing to give Her more, though her body is weary and bruised.
“Suffer for me, girl,”
“Yes Ma’am,” the girl’s whisper is just as throaty as the Lady’s own. In that moment Owner and slave are taken far away from the queue of dresses that await the Lady’s attention. But it’s only for an instant. Though Her need to ravage has been raised, the tiger must wait. Bide her time. Let the need build until it cannot be contained. Until they are in the privacy of her basement or her bedroom or wherever strikes the Lady’s fancy. Where the girl’s body can be stripped as naked as her soul. Where the goddess can be unleashed and pleased. Where She can visibly bind her and admire the fruits of Her labor.
With the tiger held at bay, the Lady switches off the device and turns Her attention back to the dresses that have been neatly arranged on a clothing rack. She tries on dress after dress and models them for Her girl who is touched by the sight of Her. She looks so beautiful, and too long She has waited to have the finery She deserves. The well-cut lines flatter Her beautiful body and accentuate the muscle on Her calves and arms. The red is a lovely complement to Her hair and eyes. The black hugs Her curves in all the right places. The silk on the purple is loveliness incarnate. The heels are heart stopping. The girl blushes and, momentarily, averts her eyes as she feels a second throb between her legs, independent of the vibration from the wicked little device. Even after all these years, the mere sight of Her Lady makes her wet. Can move her to tears. Reminds her that she is home. Arousal. Solace. Ache. Need. The same. Evidence that she is simply Hers.
After careful consideration, the Lady decides that all three are stunning and the heels are not to pass up. She takes a last look in the mirror and twirls a little to see the view from the back. She loves how the heels accentuate the elongated lines of her calves, and how the entire picture shows just the right amount of skin. She feels the goddess rise to the surface. It is good to have her there once again.
The Lady smiles as she catches a sideways glimpse of Her slave. She is smiling as she watches the Lady, normally so humble, admire herself in the mirror. The girl is captivated by Her beauty, true, but more by the totality of Her, as is evidenced by the renewed throbbing between her legs, but the sense of pleasure that fills her stems from the Lady’s own. From the way She carries herself. From the spring in her step. From the smile on her face. From the light in her eyes. She is reminded of an image from the last weekend they had spent at home. When her Lady had wished to be pampered and asked the girl to give her a facial and a massage. While they had casually chatted at first, the Lady soon fell quiet and immersed herself in the experience, and the girl quietly rubbed and stroked, willing her fingertips to convey every bit of relaxing energy and pleasure that they could to the Lady’s body. Tears formed in her eyes as the Lady slipped deeper into quiet and her body let go. As the stress melted from Her limbs and Dhe wrapped herself in a blanket of bliss. As she relished Her slave’s soft touch. Her occasional devoted kisses. The well-wishes for her pleasure conveyed in every brush of her fingertips.
“My sweet girl,” she thinks, and it raises the hunger within her. She wishes to cut, tear, and bite. She wishes to hear her little cries of agony. “Soon, soon,” she tells herself as the tiger stirs from slumber and gnaws at her belly.
She says nothing, but hands Her purchases to Her slave and walks towards the counter to pay.
The girl is careful not to allow the dresses to drag on the ground or to drop the shoes. Her purchases are carefully placed in garment bags, the shoes in an elegant gold and pink wrapping, reminiscent of the fine brocade. They are handed back to her and she follows her Lady out to the car.
Once the packages have been securely, her Lady arranges herself in the driver’s seat and her girl shuts the door behind her. She climbs into the car when instructed and quickly buckles herself in.
The road is bumpy and in need of repaving, and the girl whimpers as her stitched lips throb. She has been sewn for hours now, and the ache has only gotten worse. The sound is quiet, nearly imperceptible, but her Lady hears and smiles. Her slave, suffering for Her pleasure and at Her hand. In pain, but not complaining. Focused on her Lady’s pleasure and on Her needs.
Despite the pain, she has been on point with her service. In fact, it is almost frustrating. The Lady’s sadistic needs have been begging for release. The tiger, though quiet, is hungry and She can feel it. How She wishes to feed on her devastation. How She wishes to watch her as she struggles to control the tears that naturally form when she fails Her. She loves to torture her slave in this way, yet another form of reveling in who she is to the girl and the power she exerts over her. Oh, the ways She can play with the girl’s heartstrings. Just as the girl is Hers to build up and to teach, so she is there to be torn apart and fed on. To be the recipient of her Lady’s sadistic attention and of Her need to destroy. She is Her property, nothing but Her property, and yet it means everything to them both.
They drive in silence, neither one acknowledging the girl’s pain, though her Lady is intent on intensifying it.
“My god you are SUCH a slut,” she sighs without warning. Her Lady’s voice startles the girl from her reverie. Instantly, she is enveloped in a curtain of shame. Though she says nothing, the evidence is written in the crimson flush that now colors her cheeks.
“Seriously, the entire car smells like you,” She sneers. “I don’t know why I bother to take you anywhere. I should just leave you chained up in the basement like the little bitch in heat you are since you can’t seem to control yourself as befitting a young lady in public. May I suggest that before we sit down to lunch, you go into the bathroom and clean yourself…because if you embarrass me at the table, I assure you, you’ll regret it.”
The words hit the girl harder than a slap in the face. Harder even than the rubber strap that her Lady is so fond of. She whimpers in fear at the thought of causing her Lady even a moment’s displeasure. Her Lady is well aware that this is one of her deepest fears. She knows any consequences she would mete out pale in comparison to the actual act of disappointing her, and, yet, the threat serves as an incredibly effective way to raise that fear in the girl. She whimpers again and turns terrified eyes on her Lady, who is in the mood to destroy, and will offer no comfort to ease her suffering.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you, bitch, was that a yes Ma’am?”
Her Lady’s reply is cold and matter o’fact. She smiles, Her cat-who-ate-the-canary smile, as she watches the shiver travel from the base of the girl’s neck to her feet, leaving a trail of raised bumps on the exposed olive tapestry of her arms and legs.
“Yes, Ma’am.” she whispers, a bit louder, this time.
“Go on then,” her Lady points to the bathroom.
It is unlike Her to do so, but the girl does not even have the time to marvel at this irregularity. It’s meaning becomes instantly clear as she feels the intense throbbing begin once again. Once again, the Lady’s cruelty knows no bounds. She has been set up to fail as her Lady is so fond of doing. She begins to attempt to clean herself up, but as fast as she dries her glistening lips, so the vibration stimulates a new flow of her essence. And she is all too aware of how strong the scent of her sex is. Her Lady has informed her on more than one occasion, that it is powerful enough to fill a room. She, herself, has been left bound for hours, forced to confront this mortifying attribute first hand as her Lady’s ministrations have, in fact, filled the room with the scent of her ache for Her. Of her need. She begins to tremble as she worries, “have I cleaned up well enough…will she leave it running throughout the meal…will she permit me to go and clean up again? Will they all smell? Will I fail her…” the anxiety is far worse than the sting of the soap in her stiched lips. She takes a deep breath, squeezes her eyes shut, and bites the inside of her lip as she sprays her panties with the fine fragrance mist she keeps in her purse for emergencies.
She’s as dry as she’lll ever be…so she takes a deep breath and returns to find her Lady has been seated. She sips a glass of water as She calmly peruses the menu. She can feel Her slave before She sees her, and makes an almost imperceptible gesture with Her hand to indicate to the girl that she should sit. The girl sees and obeys, and has to fight the urge to cry out when she feels the hard seat make contact with her aching cunt. And, of course, her Lady, still in the mood to take, instantly turns up the vibration. The girl’s world is reduced to a whirlwind of pain.
“Decide what you’d like for lunch.”
Her Lady’s order is simple, and, yet, so pregnant with her cruelty. While she often takes pleasure in ordering for them both, today, She is going to make Her tormented girl carry on a polite conversation with their server while in a state of distress and wondering whether her body will betray her.
Soon, the moment she dreads is upon them, and, the server arrives at their table. Her Lady calmly places Her order, not revealing Her satisfaction. She knows her slave like the back of her hand, and she knows she has succeeded in her mission. Raise the fear of failing Her in her, add a splash of degradation and public humiliation and the girl has come unglued juuuust enough to give her what she wants.
“And for you?”
The girl hears the dreaded words. She offers a quick, almost pleading glance at her Lady whose own steely gaze is an effective message to the girl that she should hurry and do as she’s been told.
She looks up at the server and their eyes lock. And at that moment, as if planned, she feels the buzzing grow even stronger. The girl inwardly shudders. She can hear the buzzing….everyone can…she’s certain of it. She’s going to reveal the secret. She knows it. She attempts to focus on doing as her Lady wishes, and she does not lose her composure…but she feels her cheeks flushing crimson again.
“My dear are you alright?”
The question, so well intentioned, is like a death toll. She can feel her Lady’s look burning a hole right through her. Little does she know that despite the heat of that gaze, her Lady is high as a kite and all smiles inside. Finally, she has given Her enough ammunition to let the sadist fully out to play. The girl’s devastation is total, but she wills her strength to surface and forces her mind to push all thoughts but her Lady’s order out of her head.
“Yes, Ma’am, I am fine, thank you. May I please have…”
The girl does not even process the food on the menu. A choice comes out of her mouth and her eyes are already turned towards her Lady, silently begging Her forgiveness.
The server nods and smiles and walks away, and her Lady wastes no time. “Bad girl,”
Instantly the girl’s strength flees her. Her belly is full of ice water and there is a chill she can’t recover from flowing through her veins. The pain between her legs is nothing compared to the pain tearing at her heart. She wishes she could make it up to Her, right here, right now. Anything to make it right. Anything to be her good girl once again. The thought of giving her a moment’s distress is utter torture. And now, confronted with her worst fear, she must fight to compose herself to avoid exacerbating the situation and displeasing her Lady even further.
Such a simple torture her Lady has devised. Yet so intense. The girl will be well used mind, body, heart, and soul before this day is up. A sobbing puddle of devastated slave at her feet, just the way the sadist likes it.
“Your slave is sorry, Ma’am, she’s so sorry,” the girl begins to whisper, her need to make it right evident in her voice. “She’ll do anything to make it right, Ma’am, anything.”
“You will,” her Lady states. “Later.”
The word settles on her heart like an early frost. Later. Six simple letters. Two small syllables. So innocuous. Yet, so painful. She will be forced to carry the knowledge that she has displeased Her, disobeyed Her, failed Her until such time as her Lady allows her to release the pain in a flood of cleansing tears and profuse apologies. Until the slate is cleaned and she is her Lady’s good girl once more. Until she can curl up under her Lady’s feet, at peace in her place while her Lady revels in Her headspace. But this will not be until later. When, exactly, she does not know. Her appetite, slim to begin with, becomes nonexistent. But, once granted permission to eat, she forces herself to consume her lunch. She knows better than to add insult to injury and disobey her Lady twice.
Her Lady notes the girl’s efforts, and consents to allow her to be finished when the girl presents her plate for her Lady’s approval. She has eaten enough to carry her through the evening’s activities, and, while on a normal day, She might have instructed the girl to eat more, She is anxious to return to the house and put Her carefully laid plans into action. A simple nod of the head tells the girl all she needs to know. Her Lady takes care of the check and gives a wordless command for Her slave to follow to where they will retrieve the car. No words need passing between them. She knows her Lady’s meaning as clearly as if She had spoken aloud.
“Pathetic little whore,” her Lady sneers as soon as the door closes behind the girl and they pull out of the parking lot. She smiles as the girl’s shoulders curl and her face pales. “Useless girl, I warned you, didn’t I, I specifically told you NOT to embarrass me, and you couldn’t even obey the simplest of orders. I was right, earlier. I should definitely leave you chained up with a little dog bowl while I’m out as you are clearly unfit to accompany me into polite society. You’re just a filthy dirty girl who can’t control her filthy pussy…even when her Owner stresses the importance of proper behavior.”
How badly the girl wishes she could disappear into the seats. How badly she wishes she’d be struck dead right on the spot. Instantly, she begins to sob.
“Ma’am your slave is sorry, she’s so sorry.”
“What did I say?” her Lady hisses. “I told you later. You disobey me again…shows how sorry you are.”
And with that, the girl is simply beyond speech. She cries inconsolably. Success! Her Lady is positively delighted. She says nothing more on the short drive back to the house. She simply revels in the sweet music She has produced.
They pull into the driveway and, with that, her Lady spits, “good god, you are such a fucking drama queen. For the love of god, stop your crying. you’ll only make yourself ugly and disgrace yourself further by disobeying me a third time. Bad little girl or not, I want you looking your best tonight, just as I will be. Can’t have you embarrassing me…again, now can I?”
“N…no, Ma’am.” the girl stammers and the Lady smiles at the smallness of her in that moment. She is nearly defeated. Nearly. But not quite where her Lady wants her just yet.
“That’s right,” her Lady smiles, a knowing smile and the girl instinctively whimpers as she realises that her suffering is far from over. “A lady, such as myself, deserves only the best of everything. That was all I wished for today, fine clothes, a pleasing lunch, and an obedient slave to tend to my needs as is her job. Of course I’ll have to settle for two out of three. Go on and put my things away.”
“Yes Ma’am,” the girl’s voice has shrunk to the size of a whisper, but even in her misery, she reacts instantly to her Lady’s command. To the expression of Her need. Carefully, she takes the packages and the dresses and carries them upstairs to her Lady’s bedroom. It is HER space, her own private sanctuary, and the girl, too, finds it more peaceful than anywhere else in the large house, simply because it is Hers. The soothing purples, the elegant cherrywood, the scent that reminds her that she is home, as strong as it is when she is at her Lady’s feet. The scent is oddly comforting to her, despite her state of turmoil, and the act of tending to her lady’s finery is centering. She feels herself begin to relax as she neatly stacks the shoe boxes and organizes the dresses, taking care that they don’t wrinkle or catch on the hangers.
Without warning, she gasps. The buzzing has begun again in earnest. Her swollen lips ache. Her headaches. Her heartaches. The buzzing is a cruel reminder of her earlier disobedience. And to make matters worse, with all of her tasks completed, the sensation seems oddly heightened. Though as yet unnoticed, the sexual urge has been building between her legs all day. And she cannot help but notice that the pain of stimulation seems oddly charged with the sensation of a different sort. Her heart begins to pound as she feels Her presence, the strong grip at her throat, and the hot breath on the back of her neck. She’s pushed up against the edge of the bed and lets out a startled little cry as she feels her Lady’s hands at the button of her skirt.
She is soon divested and shivers as the cool of the room meet her flushed and slightly damp skin. Her legs are kicked apart and her eyes grow wide and glaze with the pain of her stitches pulling even further. She feels the knee strategically positioned before she sees her Lady’s cold grin. She trembles at the thought of what she knows is inevitable. “No, god, please no, let me exercise some restraint. Please, god, don’t disobey Her a third time.”
But her Lady is the maestro when it comes to plucking those strings as well. There’s not an inch of Her property She doesn’t know or can’t bend to Her will. The girl begins to cry in earnest before the thrusting begins. Though she dare not beg Her to stop, indeed the thought of saying no in any iteration is like poison to her, she cannot hide the terror and dread in her face.
“Your slave doesn’t want to disobey you Mi’Lady,” she sobs and trembles as her cunt instantly responds to the Lady’s teasing. The urge builds and builds, equal to the pain of the intense vibration. Over and over the little device assaults her g-spot. The girl’s eyes begin to roll back in her head. “Oh god, please, Ma’am, your slave really, really, really doesn’t want to disobey you.”
“Then don’t,” her Lady replies. Her desperation only adds fuel to the fire. The girl will get no pity here. Her Lady wants her broken. And third disobedience will accomplish this for sure. She smiles as she presses her knee strategically against the girl’s cunt. She can feel the throb. Feel the heat. Smell the essence of her. And She has no doubt She will soon win. She always does. There’s no way the girl can stop herself. Her body is in no way hers. Every inch of it belongs to red queen. Every centimeter is owned, every molecule, claimed. She has no more control over what her body does than she would a speeding train. And stopping either would be equally impossible.
She wails, utterly defeated as she feels the release shudder through her body. And with that her devastation is complete. Her Lady removes Her knee from between the girl’s legs and smiles as her little slave crumbles to the ground.
“What on earth is wrong with you today, girl? Disobeying me three times? Have you forgotten what you are and the unquestioning obedience you owe me? Clearly you need reminding of your place.”
A young girl identifies herself as a masochistic cum slut with tease and denial fantasies and advertises for an abduction and captivity lasting several days. A man answers the ad and tells her to make arrangements to be in a certain place at a certain time, having notified her family and friends that she will be out of town for at least a week. Here is what she remembers about the experience:
The tiny, submissive girl was being held captive in a house with several men around. She was restrained and watched, often in a dark, cold room under the house (a dungeon?) and used constantly. She had been teased and denied orgasm for days, her pussy was swollen and red, dripping, so much that she was in a trance-like state, waiting for the next move her captors would make…would she be touched again? Certainly. With, or without hope of release? After so many days, she suspected not.
Being useful to the men
At first, when she felt the need taking over, she would beg them to let her cum, for she knew better than to do it without permission. After that first day, she knew the pain they could produce and it was worse than any she had ever experienced. Since that day, she had always been pleasing to them, but they denied her over and over again. Knowing how desperate she was, they would pull away at the last second, quickly penetrating her in one or more of her holes, not allowing her release, but assuring their own. Still, it was some comfort to her. At least she felt useful and wanted.
She was in such a state of hyper-focus during this time, that her entire body was sexually responsive. Even a soft breeze would increase her arousal. Whenever a man approached her, she immediately became fearful that she would be hurt again, yet more excited sexually, hoping he would use her in such a way that she could find even accidental or partial release. Use her, they did, but the release never came, though she moaned, begged, even cried in total frustration. Her swollen womanhood ached painfully.
Sometimes it seemed they enjoyed amplifying her anguish. They teased her terribly many times a day, doing all the things they knew she liked the most, then hurt her with pinching, choking, beatings, needles and forcing large things into her small body orifices until she screamed and cried. Then the teasing would resume again.
They certainly did not go without. She had lost count days ago of the number of loads she had been given in her various holes, forced to clean herself with her own hands and consume every drop with her mouth. Many times she was given several loads in place of a meal; she was used so much the masculine fluid leaked from some opening of hers most of the time. She thought to herself, if only I could cum, I might enjoy this…
All I want is one good orgasm
One day, in frustration, she pulled and struggled against her restraints, shouting that she couldn’t take anymore and insisting that she had been good and deserved to cum. She knew this was highly unwise but she couldn’t stop herself. All the men came to watch, then each brutally raped her tiniest orifice, one after the other. It took hours, though she was allowed to drink water, and sometimes their piss, from a bowl on the floor. Afterward, when she was nearly unconscious, they strapped her to a metal table and inserted needles into her lovely, pink nipples and a metal clamp on her tortured clit, and electrified her until she screamed so hard she lost her voice and finally passed out. Then they whipped her until she had raw, red marks on her skin, and left her on the cold, hard dungeon floor.
The next day she woke up in a puddle of cum and her own blood leaking from her, needles and clamp still on. Her poor clit ached viciously and she began to cry immediately. She looked up and saw several men standing over her with their cocks out. As they pissed upon her, the warmth was little comfort, as her sore nipples and whipped skin burned from the salt of their fluids. She cried like a baby for a long time, until all but one of them left her there. This one took mercy on her and removed the clamp (mercifully, he did it slowly, but that did not stop her from screaming her throat raw) and pulled out the needles, gave her a bath, kissed her tear-filled eyes, and tied her to a soft bed where he used her mouth gently. She gratefully drank his man-fluid and fell into a deep sleep.
She awoke an hour later, refreshed and ravenously hungry, and the kind man came to her with a small snack and water, which he fed to her in bed. She looked adoringly into his eyes in grateful appreciation and tears welled up again. She had been traumatized by the pain, abuse, and neglect, and had not realized the emotional anguish she felt, only the physical pain, up to now. The man became aroused at the sight of her tears and kissed her as she cried.
He is a kind sadist
“Good girl,” he sang softly, caressing her face and hair, and then taking a handful of it, he pulled firmly and tilted her head back till her mouth opened. She sniffed and blinked at him.
“You are beautiful,” he said, “and I am feeling kind toward you, but I am a sadist, which means I take pleasure in giving pain, especially to beautiful little girls like you.” He let go and unzipped his pants, producing a very large, hard cock. There was a drop of pre-cum at the end.
The girl looked at his beautiful tool in amazement. She wanted to suck it or be fucked in her cunt with it, but she wanted to cum even more. She knew better than to ask, but her abused cunt, sore as it was, ached for release and dripped with her own juices. She began to whimper. He knew what she wanted.
“I am going to let you cum, my dear,” he said…her heart jumped and she smiled. “But not yet.” She dropped her gaze and tears filled her eyes again. “I like you this way. Do you want to please my cock?” She nodded that she did.
“Good,” he said, his voice beginning to turn hard. “Just a few more days and when you’ve proven you are the good slut I want, I will let you cum. Once.”
She sighed and began to cry again. She couldn’t decide if she was frustrated over having to wait, or relieved by the prospect of being allowed to cum…sometime soon.
He tied her to the bed and whipped her till she screamed. Her nipples felt as if they would be torn from her body. Her cunt felt hot and raw. Her thighs and belly and armpits all felt as if someone had made tiny cuts all over her with a knife. Then, he stopped and came to her with a vibrator. Her eyes got big and she gasped. She knew it wouldn’t take much for her to fall over the edge.
“Please!” she shouted, not really knowing if she meant to say no, or ask to be allowed to cum. She was afraid to do either. He moved it around until she felt the energy welling up inside her clit, spilling over into her thighs and ass as they tingled…it was coming.
“No! NO! Please!” she called, wishing the whole time she could say yes. He pulled the vibe away and she again cried in dismay, her hips pitifully humping the air.
The man untied her and turned her over, placing several pillows under her hips. He took off his belt and as he did, she could hear it being pulled through the loops. “Please,” she sobbed into the bed, knowing there was no use.
He beat her ass brutally, making her scream, beg, squirm, kick, curse, and cry, and then shoved his huge, hard cock into her aching ass and pumped her for a long time, stretching her aching anus and making her scream and cry the entire time. Finally, he shot a huge, wet load into her and lay there on top of her for a few minutes afterward, not saying a word. She wanted him off of her; she could hardly breathe. Finally, he removed himself.
He untied her and took her into the living room where the other men were waiting. “Go and suck those cocks, cunt,” He ordered. Wiping her eyes, she obeyed, going up to the first and getting on her knees. As she sucked his cock, the others talked about what they wanted to do to her next. Some of them were stroking their cocks to make them harder. Their conversation made her hotter by the minute. She was so tired, yet so horny, and all she wanted to do was have a good cum and go to sleep. But she knew better. It would be at least a few more days. She wondered if she could hold on that long.
I lead you blindfolded into the dungeon and place you on a special chair. You wait while I tie your hands tightly behind your back; I force your thighs wide open and tying your ankles so you’re fully exposed for me. The rope is soft silk but still tightly tied. You’re wearing only white, lacy bra, and panties.
You listen and wait. You can hear me move around in the room, you wonder what I am doing. Wondering what is going to happen.
I grab your hair and pull your head back, kissing you, hard, my tongue in your mouth; you respond and kiss me back, knowing that I am taking you for my pleasure.
You feel the cold of steel against your throat and you feel it sliding down to you’re the center of your chest, you realize that I am cutting your blouse off with my knife, you know it is sharp as the is very little pressure, but you feel the cloth separate, first the front, then you feel the knife cut the material of the sleeves and the shoulder, the blouse falls off.
Feeling the sharpness of the knife on your skin, dragging over it, tracing and outlining your bra, I watch you tremble, waiting, then the bra straps are cut, first one then the other slowly all you feel is the pressure as the knife cuts them. Then, with the pressure of the blade on your nipple. Feeling the blade push through the material of the bra, cutting a circle around the nipple, you are afraid of being cut, the material is pulled away and you feel the knife on your nipple, stroking it teasing. Then the same is done to the other nipple, trembling with fear, anticipation, your panties are now wet. I smile.
I sit quietly and watch you. Making you wait until I am ready to continue with my pleasure of teasing you.
I know you wonder what is going to happen next, you hear me move toward you and feel me next to you and then my lips on your neck, a bite, I see and feel you gasp, tremble, smiling I lay the side of the knife on your shoulder, sliding it down and over your breast, into and under your bra. You feel pressure and then the knife cutting the bra off of you, it falls, exposing your breasts. The knife and my fingers tease your nipples. Cool air makes them grow harder.
You feel the tip of the knife trace a pattern on your breasts, you can feel the knife tip marking you with a light scratching, sensual pain, outlining your nipples, teasing them with the sharp tip of the cold steel blade. Your breathing becomes rapid with short gasps of breath, the tip of the knife excites you, your panties are getting wetter you squirm, moving your hips, trying to grind your pussy into the chair to satisfy the desire to have your clit touched. The knife tip moves all over your breasts and down toward you hot wet pussy that desires the attention it so much needs and wants.
The knife is at the top of your white lace panties, tugging at the waistband, your breathing stops as the tip of the blade bite your soft flesh, a little moan escapes your lips as the blade cuts the fabric of your panties, loosening the waist of them. I slide the blade over your panties, you feel the blade pressure on your pussy, gasping and moaning I hear “please’ from your lips as you try to arch your back to thrust your pussy toward the knife. Flipping the knife, then using the hilt I grind it into your pussy, making you want more, you moan, gasp, squirm, moaning even more as I continue to tease your pussy. I see your labia swell with passion and desire, flipping the blade I slip it into the fabric and start to cut up toward the waistband to complete the cut I started, then cutting the legs of your panties so they fall away to expose your so very, very wet pussy.
I untie your legs and then retie them so they are raised and your pussy and ass are fully exposed for me to tease, torture, torment. I place TENS unit electrodes on your ankles and turn it on adjusting it so you feel a tingling in your pussy, you moan and gasp arching as much as you can with each pulse. This is just the start; you tremble, from anticipation, the TENS, the strain on your legs. Suddenly you feel the knife separating your pussy lips, dragging down to your ass, the cold hard steel making you gasp, the sharpness you feel, then back up to the top of your pussy and then on your thighs you feel the blade scratch your thighs, you cry out, both from the slight pain and the need for more of the blade. Then the blade is on your Mons, you feel the steel marking your Mons, marking the way to your hot wet pussy as if to guide what will come next. You feel a different blade of cold steel, it too slides on your pussy lips, and suddenly you gasp! The cold blade enters your hot wet pussy, sliding in slowly, you shudder and tremble as you’re fucked with the cold steel. You don’t know it is a dulled blade with the edges rounded, all you feel and think about is the feel of the cold steel and you shake and moan as it slides over you now hard clit, making you even wetter and the tingle of the TENS makes you scream as you cum for the first of many times.
I smile and tease your clit with my fingers, letting you relax for a little while, you moan at my touch, you whisper, “more”. I pick up one of my favorite vibes, “the infamous HITACHI”, now the torture will start. Turning it on you recognize the sound, you moan. I place it on your Mons just above your pussy, just so you feel the vibration near but not on your “G” spot. Moaning, squirming, your breathing is fast, coming in gasps as I play my tune on your body, moving the vibe down, over your so very swollen and wet pussy, so sensitive, you gasp as it comes near your clit, then holding it on your clit I tell you to cum, cum you little slut, cum for The Master, and you scream and cum, I tell you to cum again and you do screaming with release. I do not and will not stop until you’re completely spent until you scream in pain and still scream for more and more. I smile and enjoy every cry, every moan, every time you cum. All you can do is mumble incoherently, I take the vibe off of your clit, and you say “MORE”, I then give you more and you cum again and again. The ropes are the only thing keeping you upright, they just hold you in place, they do not cut in or hurt or harm you in any way. I continue to use the vibe and you scream and cum, then you cum again and your gone, completely out of reality, I stop, turn off the TENS and remove it, carefully I untie your legs and lower them, then I free your arms, lifting you I carry you to the bed cover you and hold you. Your breathing is calm and even as you drift off to dream and sleep. Laying down with you we both sleep. Later, well we will see what cums next.
A good Dom knows how to spoil his little
it was in the early part of the afternoon when I arrived. You did not know I was coming to see you, I wanted to surprise you today. The dogs were quiet as they knew me and they just walked over to greet me, then laid back down.
You were on the deck, enjoying the sun, and you were naked and asleep. I watched you for a few minutes, one hand was at your side, the other on your hip near your sex, legs slightly spread, your pussy glistened, I knew you had been enjoying yourself and fell asleep.
I quietly walked over to you. I knelt down and kissed your nipple, you stirred and moaned, I licked it and took it into my mouth, there were a deep sigh and moan of pleasure.
Your hand moved to touch your pussy you touched yourself, slowly moving your fingers, touching your G-spot. You moan slightly, I let you continue
I kiss and nibble your nipples and you wake slowly and look at me, you smile and I kiss you, and I kiss you for 15 minutes, our tongues intertwined playing and enjoying the feeling holding each other tightly.
Holding you tight I kiss you lightly and then went back to your nipples, kissing licking, taking your nipples into my mouth I suck and flick my tongue on your nipples, so nice, hard and sensitive. Sucking and nibbling one nipple and then the other, teasing them, biting hard, not enough to harm you, they will be very sore before I am done.
Then I lick your breasts, kissing, nibbling, and biting hard enough so you will have marks from the biting and sucking. Your lovely breasts will be well marked and tender for a few days, especially your nipples from my biting them. But, then it is the sadist in me.
I lick the moist skin between your breasts, a nibble here and there, licking slowly and making sure that not an inch of you is left untouched by my tongue.
You moan, squirm, I tell you to lay still, you say “you say nooooooooo. Please let me move”, not yet my little one. I move your hand from your pussy and continue to work my way down. I spread your thighs and kiss the inner thighs, using lips, tongue, teeth, I reach your very wet pussy. I take your clit into my mouth and hold it with my teeth, gently but firmly. I use my tongue. Flicking, your clit, I can feel it get harder and swell, and become so much more sensitive.
Licking, sucking nibbling I use mouth, teeth, and tongue, licking your pussy lips, I feel your juices on my face, then tasting your sweet and salty juices, I drink them in enjoying the taste. I smell your sex, it makes me want to fuck you right now, but not yet, I have a long time to tease and torture your pussy with my tongue.
I lick you, taste you, while doing that I put one finger in your pussy, gently massaging as I torture your clit with my teeth and tongue. My finger slowly massaging your pussy, I add another finger, you gasp and moan, cry out and scream with passion, you beg to cum, but I will not allow that for now.
I move my fingers in and out of your hot, wet, swollen pussy, you moan, cry out, I lick your clit at the same time, your juices flow, I drink them in!
I take my fingers out and lick you from ass to the top of your pussy, tongue fucking you, licking and using my tongue on you,
I lift your legs and go down to lick your sweet and salty juices that have flower down to your ass, I lick your ass and tongue fuck you in the ass, your screaming begging for me to let you cum, but I just torture you with my tongue. Going back to your pussy, tongue fucking you, then to your clit sucking it into my mouth I lick your clit lightly.
Flicking my tongue on your clit, you grab my head and pull me into your pussy thighs wrapped around my head you scream as I tell you to cum.
Then I move my hand to your ass and start to massage your ass hole with one finger lubed by your own juices, you gasp, moan, crying out “ OH GOD” then just moaning with the pleasure as I put my finger in further, your, relaxed and
I slowly add another finger, moving in a slow circular motion I relax you even more. Slowly fingering your tight ass hole, you are crying out “PLEASE, OH GOD, PLEASE, you beg for more, to be fucked, I know it is not to stop. While my fingers are in you I move them in and out slowly, you beg to cum again, I smile and say nothing.
I go back to your swollen clit and take it in my teeth nibbling, biting, you moan squirm, beg to cum, then I say: you may come my little one” you moan, groan, and cry out, screaming with cuming, you cum hard and long, I lick your cum making sure I am getting all of it. I tell you to cum again and you do, you keep cuming, and cuming!
I kiss your head then your eyes, nose, chin and mouth, you moan softly “sleep my dear”.
I let her sleep, I clean, up pour a glass of wine, then watch her sleep, soon I will wake her, for now, she needs to rest.
After about an hour I go into the bedroom and find the water-based lube, pick up a nail file and clippers and go back to watch my little one. I trim and file my nails, making sure they have no sharp edges, take my rings off. It is time to wake my little one.
I kneel beside her, kissing her lightly, I reach down and spread her thighs, fingering her pussy, she moans. I lube my hand very well,
I start with just one finger, massaging slow and easy, she moves, spreading her legs wider. Then two fingers in her pussy,
I can see she is being aroused, she says “Sir” and slowly wakes, touching her nipples she enjoys what I am doing. I add more lube, and insert the third finger, moving my fingers in and out slow and easy, going deeper with each stroke. As you relax and stretch
I add more lube, and insert the 4th finger, your moaning and breathing deeply as I work my large hand with long fingers in further and further, you gasp,
I slide my hand back a bit and let you wrap your mind around what’s happening.
I watch you relax and I add more lube and slowly work my hand into your pussy,
I know your almost ready for the fantastic orgasm you will have as I move my fingers inside you.
Your breathing is quick, your flushed, moaning, your so ready you will have to ask permission to cum, I will make you wait for a short time, “Sir, PLEASE MY I CUM SIR”.
I look at you as you beg, then say you may cum my little one!
I push my hand in further, you cum, moans and, cries, “OHHHHHHHHHHHH”,”AWWWWWWWWW”.
Then I use my thumb on your clit, moaning squirming, begging me to stop as your clit is so very sensitive, ]
I tell you to cum again and again until you are completely spent.
I take my had out, then take you in my arms and hold you, letting you relax and come down, kissing you lightly, caressing you,
I let you fall asleep, then pick you up and put you in bed, covering you, I kiss your eyes, nose, chin, and mouth, “sleep well my little one”, as I quietly leave…………..
I did not fuck you, there will be another time.
A little Sensory deprivation is good for you
You are naked, blindfolded, tied spread eagle on the table. You can hear me moving about, sometimes feeling my light touch on your body. You have no idea about how long ago I tied you down and blindfolded you. You know I will do something to you when I am ready, for now, you just anticipate what will happen. Your, uncomfortable, The Master wants you to suffer for a while, he wants you to think about why you were late in arriving, making The Master wait, is not good. Now he makes you wait, you wonder how long it has been, how long will you have to wait, trying to move to change position does not work, you wait.
You hear footsteps, movement, sounds. You wait, not knowing what will happen, worse not knowing when it will happen, you wait.
You know The Master is there, you can smell his cologne, Lagerfeld, he is the only one you know who wears that. This is torture. You smell fresh coffee, suddenly your thirsty, you feel the hard table under you, your naked flesh on the harsh wooden table, how long has it been, minutes, hours, God, The Master, a sadist, I know he is watching, enjoying my discomfort, he also knows I am getting wet thinking about……. I can’t imagine what, when, how.
I pick up the knife and slowly run the blunt edge over the middle of your pussy, gently caressing your clit with the steel before moving it between your legs and lightly pressing the tip against your ass. With a precise motion I run the sharp edge against your inner thigh, you tremble as I run it down to your knee, then back up to your pussy, stroking your labia and then down the other inner thigh and back up to your pussy………… I watch you tremble with anticipation of where I will use the knife next.
You feel the knife move over your clit and up over your stomach, feeling the cold steel as it touches your neck, you feel the pressure of the tip pushing on your soft and tender skin. The pain gives you pleasure but also fear, you wonder if I will cut you or not. You take a deep breath and wait.
The blade rests on your nipple, you feel the sharp point pressing hard, moaning you enjoy the pain wanting more. The pain makes you feel alive, giving you life that brings you the excitement that fulfills your need for the pain. Finger pinch the other nipple, gasping, you cry out with pain, The Master pinches harder and the knifepoint pushes into your nipple further. Moaning, crying out, The Master says, “There will be more pain, much more”.
I stretch my legs as far as they can go. My toes just barely touch the ground and my calves are aching.
My hands are tied together and are straining above my head, and I am hanging from a hook suspended in the rafters of the old barn.
I open my eyes and see them both. 2 men. One I serve, one I don’t really know. Riding crops in hand, they are naked and their cocks are hard.
He reaches is arm in the air and I can hear the whistling of the leather, knowing it will shortly snap against my skin. My night gown is in tatters on my body. My nipples are hard. Dew is on my thighs.
I feel and welcome the burning pain, the heat engulfs me and I feel the delicious sensation radiate down to the secret little place between my legs.
Another snap and then another. I feel wetness on my bum and know the skin has been opened. My world begins to go black around the edges.
When I wake, I am lying on my back and I wonder what is prickling me. I am laying on a bale of hay, my legs spread wide and my Master stands between them. He caresses my face and I know I have done well.
His cock is large and throbbing and I feel it begin to enter my moistness and I welcome him. He turns my head and I see the body of the other man, his cock only inches from my face.
I know what Daddy/Master wants
. My mouth opens and I accept the strange cock, sucking it deeply. The Stranger thrusts in, not wanting to be kind. He is about to his edge already, after flogging me, watching me squirm and struggle not to scream. My nightgown in tatters shows my nipples plainly and he is watching Daddy/Master entering my glowing pussy.
Daddy/Master’s hand is on my tummy, the other twisting a just spanked and reddened nipple. I try to draw in a breath, but the stranger’s cock is buried too deeply in my throat. I lay quietly, pleased they are using this slut whore for their pleasure. Pleased to know I had done well.
The stranger snaps his fingers and I look up at him. He smiles down at me and whispers ‘you will take it all’. I nod, the best I can. I know he means he is about to cum in my mouth, spending his river of delicious juice. There is no need for me to assure him. He knows how well trained I am.
My hand comes up and I gently caress his heavy hanging balls, gently rolling them in my hand. I see the Stranger’s eyes begin to roll back in his head and I ready my mouth for the spurts of delicious cum he will be blessing me with.
4 pumps into my mouth, then he stands still and allows himself to empty, with a loud groan. He whispers ‘good girl’ as he slumps back on the next bale of hay. His attention turns to my Daddy/Master.
My hands reach up to him and I caress Daddy/Master’s hard nipples and his beautiful hairy chest. I gently tug on his shoulders. He will allow me this one pleasure. To feel his big heavy body lay heavily on mine, to feel him totally control me. His cock is buried deeply, his body on mine. His big arms surround me and he whispers in my ear “I love you Sunny” and he tenses. I welcome his spend.
I felt her lips on my shoulder as I gripped the back of her neck to level her face with mine. I needed to feel her lips . I had this desperate need to feel her body on mine and pour out this desperation and sadness somehow. Our lips met and I kissed her with such an intensity that I thought I’d scare her or push her away, but I needed to feel this… I needed to feel something because I feared going numb. I feared feeling absolutely nothing at all and she made me feel alive. she awakened something in me that I didn’t understand, Filled me with feelings and fears I wasn’t accustomed to. I didn’t know how to deal with losing someone who meant the world to me. I needed her to be my escape. I needed her to need me as much as I needed her in that moment. Normally I’d take my time and be gentler with her but right now I couldn’t I picked her up and slid her onto the counter top as my hands became tangled in her hair and I bit her bottom lip. I pulled her head back by her hair to expose her neck and bit her softly and then a little harder as she let out a whimper and wrapped her legs around me tighter. I looked up at her and the look on her face almost sent me over the edge.. Even if only briefly she needed me. I released her hair as I gripped her thighs. “Tell me what you want Aria.” She moaned in response. ” I need you to fuck me zoey. Make me yours” That’s all I needed to hear. I picked her up off the counter and carried her into her bedroom . I placed her down on her bed and looked into her eyes “strip.. take off everything but your heels and your panties.” I sat in the chair facing her king sized canopy bed and bit my bottom lip as she gazed at me seductively and slid off her skirt. She stared at me expectantly.
I looked at her gaze lowered “You’re not finished yet. Take off your shirt and bra.” She sat on the bed and slid towards the headboard staring at me defiantly with a smile and raised eyebrow. I smirked as I walked over to her dresser and opened the second drawer. I pulled out a silk blindfold, massage oil and a flogger with a heart shaped tip. She wanted to play so we’d play. I walked over to the bed “turn around Aria . Face in the pillows ,ass in the air.” Her breathing deepened as she turned over and arched her back poking her round ass in the air just the way I liked it. I smiled “good girl. I like it when you listen.” I crawled onto the bed til I was behind her and covered her eyes with the blind fold. I smiled smugly as her body tensed in anticipation and she pushed back against me. Her body already begging for the punishment she knew she’d receive for being so blatantly defiant. Once the blind fold was in place I tied her wrists with the ropes that were already tied to the four posts of her bed. I looked at her and couldn’t help admiring the view. She laid there tied and spread just for me. Mine for the taking. Her long curls pushed to the side her wide hips and round ass pushed out into the air just waiting for my touch. She craved it just as much as I craved the relief it brought me. It’s why we worked.
She enjoyed the pain and giving it kept me sane. I ran the tip of the flogger across her shoulder and down her spine, I stopped right where her ass started. “You haven’t been a very good girl. I asked you nicely to take off everything but your heels and panties.” Whackkk- I brought the flogger down hard on her right ass cheek and she started to cry out and stopped herself. She was stubborn like that..she would never completely relinquish control. Some part of her always had to remain defiant,maintain some kind of independence . I think it made what we had more normal in her eyes. I looked at her as she squirmed and bit her lip again as I brought it down on the opposite cheek. No matter how much it hurt she would never give in..she would never ask me to stop. The harder I hit the harder she came. I delivered two more lashes to each cheek as she lay there trembling and begging me to let her cum. I reached over and grabbed the massage oil. I squeezed a small amount onto my hand and softly massaged her ass. It was red and a little swollen in some places and it looked beautiful. Although I was rough the pain that I brought her wasn’t malicious or maybe that was just what we told ourselves to normalize our weird preferences. As I knelt on the bed massaging the oil on her bottom I admired her curves and the way the muscles of her back were pulled taut as she squirmed with need. The reflection of the sunlight from the window danced across her caramel colored skin and as I thought about the way she looked and the things she did to me I pushed down my urge to finish stripping her and take her right there just the way that she was. I moved forward to untie the coarse ropes that bound her delicate wrists to the bed. Then did the same with the ropes that bound her ankles. She waited patiently for my permission to turn over. I stood back and admired the view once again. Her thighs pressed tightly together as she squirmed trying to somehow relieve the ache I had caused.
“Turn around Aria.” She eagerly turned over and awaited further instructions. I eased onto the bed and as I knelt between her thighs I raked my nails down her thighs and god the way she reacted to my slightest touch mad me never want to stop touching her. I leaned forward on my knees so that I could kiss my way up her thighs. With each kiss I gave her the sharper her intakes of breath became. She placed her hands on my head and gripped my hair, attempting to guide my mouth towards the place she wanted it. She should have known better though because as much as I enjoyed watching her come apart because of my touch I loved bringing her to that point over and over again without letting her completely go over even more. I grinned as I grazed her clit lightly with my teeth through her panties. That’s two strikes . I looked up at her face. Eyes heavy lidded with ecstasy as she moaned in frustration. ” Zoey what the fuck?!” I laughed. I found her aggravation amusing on so many levels. She didn’t seem to grasp that the more she wanted it the longer I’d make her wait for it. I was going to fuck her, but it’ll be when I’m ready. There was such a power rush watching her squirm, uncomfortably frustrated and the only thing that will fix it is me. This is what I needed. SHE is what I needed. It probably wasn’t healthy how quickly my happiness and contentment came to revolve around her and just her presence. Fuck it, people say to figure out what makes you happy and to run with it. I found her and I’m never letting go. Is it selfish? Hell yes it’s selfish, no I don’t always deserve her. God knows I’ve put her through enough but she’s what makes my world right again. Me letting her go because I know she deserves better is like asking a heroin addict to give up dope.