Story Number One Darkmoon
He usually arrived home before she did, and enjoyed the show thoroughly when he did. It had only been a week since her training had started, and already he had her trained to strip naked and take a kneeling position at his feet. When she came through the door in her $80 business suit, locked the door behind her, and greeted him, she was still the Computer Software Troubleshooter he fell in love with, but as soon as she took off her shoes, and began undressing in front of him, her eyes to the ground, she became the slave he had always known she could be. As she proceeded to kneel at his feet, he smiled. Seeing this woman/slave submit to him always made him smile, as did watching the transformation.
********** One thing she never thought she would be, never had any intention of being, was anyone's slave. That is why she built her own little empire. It felt strange, kneeling in front of this man, naked as the day she was born, save for a leather collar worn around her neck. Calling him Master, also felt strange to her and she still had a hard time submitting to him totally. After all, this is the most he has been able to accomplish in a week. From the time she arrived home, to the time she left for work the next day, her time was no longer her own. This made her nervous, hesitant and excited all at the same time and all for the same reason. This Friday evening, after greeting her, and once she was kneeling beside him on the floor, he chose to ignore her, which was the one thing she had not gotten used to. In her day to day life she was always talking to or being talked to by someone and silence was rather unnerving to her. It made her that much more aware of her position as a slave.
********** She was remembering an outing with him, his daughter of three, and his parents.
"I'm going to go into that store. Is that okay with you. Megan?" she asked his daughter moere out of kindness than anything else.
"No." was the answer she received from the three-year-old. She then turned to him and asked jokingly, "Do I have to take that from her?" He was smiling, and his eyes were distant, but joyful as he answered in a matter-of-fact tone, "Yes."
"You can't be serious."
"Yes."
"But she's only three!"
"And your point is?"
"I'm older than her. I should not take direction from her."
"You are also my property, slave." He answered just loud enough for her to hear.
"So, I also have to take orders from her now?" she asked, still unbelieving.
"You will take orders from anyone I command you to take orders from, slave." he answered, his eyes now hard and the smile gone from his face. She dropped her eyed for an instant, then met his with a glare and her standard answer of "Yes, Master."
CRACK! Came his hand on her bare ass as he brought her attention back to the present. "Your attention should always be on your Master!" and with each syllable of that sentence came another CRACK of his hand against her now-reddening posterior. By the time he was done with her, she was on all fours , panting and yelping while trying to get her breath back long enough to beg him to stop. When the spanking ended, her ass was on fire and she thought this may be worse than the spanking itself. "You will stay in that position ," he commanded her.
"Yes...Master." She panted. Then asked as an afterthought as soon as she got her breath back, "For how long, Master?"
"Un-til I say o-ther-wise." was the response, and again, she got a CRACK of his hand for each syllable uttered. "And you still talk too much." He replied after her second round of spanking. He then ordered her "Open your mouth." She did so and inmediately found her discarded panties picked up off the floor and shoved in her mouth. He then left the room for a moment, returning with a length of rope and gagged her with them. Leaving about three feet of rope on either side as a makeshift bride/reins set and as a handy whip/tether. She was on all fours for a good 15 minutes before her head started drooping to the floor. She felt pressure on the gag and lifted her head, continuing to look forward.
"Did I tell you to lok down?" She shook her head.
"Don't do it again. I want you to continue looking straight ahead. And I don't want you to move at all. Understood?" She nodded once, then was still.
"Good." He then turned his attention back to the computer. After about an hour of computing, he told her to retrieve the nipple clamps. She started to rise and felt the rope slice across her shoulders. She arched her back and let out a muffled scream.
"I did not say you could rise." She then settled back on all fours, then into a posture she hoped would he would see as an apology, her hands outstretched in front of her, her head all the way to the floor.
"Go." She crawled to the desk, retreived them , crawled back, dropped them in his hands and was ignored after that. After another 10 minutes had past he said "You may kneel if you wish."
'Gladly' was her thought, taking his leniency she knelt on his left by his side.
********** At 7:00pm he ordered her to remove all her jewelry. This she did without hesitation. He then told her "Put these on," handing her the nipple clamps.
He found great pleasure, and a deeper sense of commitment of the slaves he trained, if he made them the dealer of their own pain, punishment and torture.
As she was putting on the clamps, he turned on the television and a commercial was just starting.
"Now, I want you to listen very closely, I shall say this only once. I want you to put on your winter coat and walk to SA. You are to wear nothing else, save the collar and the clamps and whatever shoes you have here. I want you to pick up..." and he rattled the list off to her, after which he removed the gag, making her repeat the list back to him.
"Now go. And I want you back here before the next commercial break."
"Yes, Master." And with that, she was out the door with her coat on, the nipple clamps jingling as she walked. She was sure everyone was staring at her as she walked. She forced herself to calm down and tried to ignore the cold metal beasts that had hold of her nipples, making them burn.
She quickly, and more stiffly than she would have liked, forced her mind to ignore the pain. Now that she was inside, her focus changed from that of ignoring the pain to that of an outward calm. Grabbing what she needed quickly, she made it to the checkout and inwardly cursed when she saw the length of the line.
She looked at her watch and groaned. She was no longer worried about being late, she was already that. But just how much trouble, and pain, she would be in when she got back home. It was finally her turn, and the clerk at the register seemed to take an extra long time ringing up her order. The jacked shifted a little and the clerk was able to see the collar. He asked about her 'choker' and she told him it was a costume piece for a party she was going to.
"Oh, and what are you going as?" he asked.
She answered him honestly, "a Slave."
"Your 'Master' must be a very lucky man."
"Thank you." She answered, blushing, and with that, she she started the long walk home, both looking forward to, and dreading, the arrival at the same time. Her breasts were now on fire with the pain the clamps were giving her, and she was having a hard time concentrating on anything but her breathing, and trying desperately not to make the clamps move any more than they had to.
"You're late."
"Yes, Master." She replied as she started to put away the groceries, trying not to whimper as the clamps moved.
"Have you nothing to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry, Master."
"Come!" She did so immediately.
"You are still wearing your coat." Silence.
"I was going to let you go back to your own place tonight." Her chest tightened, as he finished, "but I've changed my mind." Silence.
"Nothing to say?"
"No, Master."
"Good. Then you can take off that coat and stand in that corner." he said pointing to the corner farthest from him. She did as instructed, feeling like a small child being punished far beyond what the crime deserved.
At 8:00 he told her to kneel and face him. This she did without hesitation. He then removed the nipple clamps. She let out a scream and just about doubled over in pain, clutching at her breasts. When she finally stopped vocalizing and feeling had returned to her breasts once again, he ordered her back to the corner on all fours and left her there. After quite some time she started thinking 'I'll probably end up sleeping in this position.'
"Oh, nothing so comfortable." Came the verbal response to her thought. "I said I wanted silence and that means complete. Not so much as a thought. Understand?" She stiffened at his words and nodded.
END ****************************************************** ************ STORY 2 Darkmoon
It should have been Friday for her, but somehow ended up being Monday~Part 5. By the time she got home, all she wanted to do was relax and take it easy. Sle looked at the clock when she got in. It read 5:30. 'He should be home by now.' She thought to herself as she called out, "Honey!? I'm home!" while simultaneously setting down her briefcase and taking off her heels.
Walking over to the entertainment center, she selected and loaded a CD collection of Japanese Koto Music, then made her way to the couch, stretched out and proceeded to vegitate/Relax.
*****
He woke about ten minutes after she arived home. She didn't hear him come up behind her, as she was so relaxed. So when he wrapped his arms around her and whispered hello, it startled her.
She hugged him back and they stayed that way, exchanging kisses. He then asked her to move over to the computer. Reluctantly she agreed.
He had loaded and downloaded some new pictures he wished to show off. Pictures of women in different bound positions and postures.
When the picture show was done, they talked over what each of them liked and disliked. Then went through them together, deleting the ones neither wanted to keep.
He then told her he had a surprise for her and asked her to close her eyes and blindfolded her saying, "Just to make sure you don't peek."
There was silence for the better part of 2 minutes, after which she called out. "honey?" as she started to fidget and squirm in her high backed metal and vinyl computer chair.
He came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, making her jump. He worked her shoulders, moving slowly down her arms as she purred, "Mmm...that feels good."
"Glad you like it." was the response given as he worked his way back up from carressing and massaging her fingers, making his way back up to just above her elbows. Sliding a piece of cording through the slotted back of the chair, he secured her arms to it.
As she started to protest, he fit a piece of tape to her mouth, then went back to the job of handcuffing her wrists together.
Next, he took 2 lengths of chain and matching padlocks, chaining her ankles to the back legs of the chair, forcing her hips down and forward.
"You look quite nice in that position," he commented, "but you have altogether too many clothes on."
She whimpered through the gag as he circled her, admiring his handiwork. Fondling a breast here, pinching her there, and so on.
He removed the blindfold then, producing a pair of scissors, scarted cutting away the material of the skirt and blouse with ongoing slowness, as she watched him remove the material that was her work outfit. He then continued on with her panty hose, and finally the panties, whimpering again thru her gag.
At one point he slapped her thighs, ordering her to silence.. She obeyed immediately. When finally he was done cutting the underclothes away, he sat back and once more admired his handiwork saying, "Very nice. You look MUCH better now." as he traced the edges of her lower lips with the scissors, the circles getting smaller and smaller with revolution. He ended the last revolution by teasing her clit, ever so lightly, with the scissors.
"I told you that I would be shaving you...remember?" She nodded.
"Well, say goodbye to this loveley patch of fur, because you won't be seeing it anymore." At this, she started shaking her head and protesting as loudly as possible thru her tape gag.
"I ordered you to silince, Slave! And I expect top be obeyed." He ended the sentence with a smack to both thighs simultaneously, "Is that CLEARLY understood?!" She nodded.
"Good! Now I should be very still if I were you." he cautioned as he started to clip away the dark curls between her legs, getting it as close as possible to the skin. He then produced the acoutrements one uses when shaving, applying the shaving cream directly to her skin.
She had to bite her tongue to keep from crying out at the cold. She held perfectly still throughout the whole procedure. When he was done, he removed the padlocks from the ankles and helped her to sit up properly in her chair, before padlocking her ankles to the front of the chair.
"You look so young, now that you're shaved. I think I'll sleep out here tonight, and admire you." And once again, he went into the bedroom.
Upon returning, he fixed a choker collar and leash to her saying, "This way, I can keep my little-girl-bitch in line if she disobeys. Right?" With the last word he pulled the collar tight, making it first difficult, then impossible, to breathe. As best she ccould, she nodded her head in agreement and hoped he would let her breathe again...soon. But he had one more surprise for her before he let the collar go slack. He reached over and pinched her nose shut, and brought her to the point of passing out. Then, and only then, did he slacken the collar and let go of her nose, allowing her to breathe again as best she could through the tape gag.
"I promised I would give you a training session and put you through your paces. Remember?" She nodded vigorously, still trying to get her breath back.
"Your training begins now."
END.
Story Outline:
A Puppy Training Session...Darkmoon
When she agreed to this way of life, she thought it was something she
always wanted, and dreamed and fantasized of it often. In fact, she told
her husband of her fantasy one night, and was surprized and plesed that he
did not think her crazy or wierd for wanting to try something "different" in
their lifestyle.
After several days went by, he decided to try out some of the ideas he had
and see how far she would allow him to go with her slavery and willingness
to serve.
At first, several of the orders she was given to follow were not very
difficult. Such as not wearing undergarments when she got home, and putting
on a collar as soon as she walked in the door from work.
However, what she did not know, or expect, was that He planned on taking
her slavery much farther than she had ever been before. The next set of
rules that He issued forth came as a shock and surprise to her and she
wondered if she would be able to comply.
"As well as those rules already addressed, you are no longer allowed on any
of the furniture in the apartment. You are also to ask permission for
bathroom priviledges at all times...including when we go out in public.
Understood?"
"Yes, Master." she answered dutifully, her heart sinking with every order
He issued to her.
"Good. Starting tonight you will sleep at the foot of my bed on the floor.
If you behave yourself appropriately, I shall let you have covers. Am I
understood?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good. To show me you will obey me in all things, you will first make me
dinner, and kneel while I eat. After that, you shall be fed and I will
decide what to do with you after that. Now, go."
And as she went to the kitchen to prepare His dinner, she thought about all
the possibilities open to Him and how He could command anything He wanted
from her. And she would obey. She would have to obey.
She made him dinner and knelt as he ate, refilling his plate and glass when
required. After He was done, she took the plate and glass into the kitchen,
and returned to her kneeling position, where she had been before and noticed
he had gone into the bedroom. She wanted to follow, but was given no such
instruction, so she remained where she was.
When he returned to the livingroom, he carried 2 dog dishes with him, which
he set down on the floor in front of her. In one he put dry cereal, and in
the other, water.
"This is how you will take ALL meals from now on. You will ALWAYS prepare
my meals first. When I am finished eating, and only then, will I feed you.
And you will eat whatever is put in your bowl. Understood?"
"Yes Master."
"You may eat."
"Thank you Master." And she began by taking a sip of water, using her
hands to lift the bowl to her lips. And she felt his belt come down on her
ass. And she barely had time to register the sting before he said in a
stern and unforgiving tone of voice, "You will not use your hands at any
time during the meal, puppy. After all, puppies do not use their paws for
eating, do they?"
"No, Master."
Another Crack hit her ass on the oppositte side, making 2 very nice, red
stripes on both sides of her ass.
"You may continue with your meal."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."
She felt her face get hot and her eyes sting with tears, but she held back
the words that came to her mind so easilly, knowing she would get in trouble
for thinking them.
She felt completely owned and all of her own will at this point in time had one goal. To please him as good as she can.
Caught Being Lazy Darkmoon
I've been caught being lax in my journaling,and so have decided to start
writing, so as not to incur my Master's wrath any further.
Last evening he had me wearing the nipple clamps again. This time he left
them onf or over an hour. And. aparently, I was whimpering or making too
much noise, because at one point he grabbed my breasts through the shirt I
was wearing and squeezed them together making sure he had the nipple clamps
touching one another and said, "I do not like to be constantly interrupted
while watching television." or something to that effect.
My breasts were on fire with pain, as he had me on all fours in front of
him, the clamps dangling from my breasts and the chain pulling at them.
Then to have them squeezed and further molested was more than I thought I
could bear. I considered calling safeword, as my mind was screaming and
blanking out.
I screamed and fell into a truly subservient position. Kneeling, arms
outstretched and head to the floor; begging him to stop and apologizing for
the noise, promissing over and over again it would not happen again.
He finally let go after about 5 seconds simply saying, it had better not."
and then left me, still gasping, and begging, sprawled on the floor while he
went to the kitchen (I think).
I dared not move from that spot, or make any kind of noise, even though my
nipples were still on fire with pain.
I was very careful after that not to talk unless spoken to first, or waited
until a commercial to speak with him.
XXXXXXXXX
Later that evening, he went into the bedroom to read, giving me leave to
stay in the living room and do the same, so long as I turned off all the
lights when I came to bed.
Five to ten minutes later, I finished the magazine article I had been
reading and joined him in the bedroom.
I started to lay down beside him and he asked, "Did I give you permission
to lay down?"
"No Master." I answered. He then, wordlessly, ordered me to my knees.
This I did and he removed the nipple clamps, making me doublke over for a
time in pain. When that had subsided, he then told me to close my
eyes...but only after he showed me the leather short-leash.
He teased me with it for a time, making me tense every muscle in my body.
Making sure he rubbed it over my already-sore nipples. Every time I move,
he hit me with it on my ass. He whipped me quite hard and told me finally
not to move until he gave me leave. After a time, I heard his breathing
grow steady, and knew he was at least napping, if not sleeping, and chanced
reaching out to stroke his leg, in hopes of waking him.
2
Once awake ageain, I was ordered to turn off the lights. I excused myself
from the bedroom to do my drugs, waking up my legs as I walked from the
bedroom to the
bathroom and back again. When I returned, he was snuggled up under the
covers, his back to me. I started to climb into bed.
"Stop!" came the voice from the covers.
I froze.
"Who gave you permision to climb into bed?"
"No one, Master."
He then ordered me to kneel beside the bed. After several minutes I asked,
"Is this where I shall sleep?"
"You talk too much." was his only reply.
"Apologies." I responded, then silence. Again, I heard his breathing
become regular and felt my legs go to sleep under me again, sure I would end
up sleeping in that position.
"You may join me in bed now."
"Thank you, Master." And I climbed in beside him, covering myself and
willing my legs to wake up without making a noise. I wrapped my arm around
his waist and kissing him, saying "Goodnight, Lover." And fell asleep with
him in my arms.
Tuesday, March 12, 1996
Writing on the eve of March 11, 1996
LANGUAGE AND ATTITUDE TRAINING Darkmoon
Kneeling in front of him, she listened intently to what he was saying.
This was her chance to prove she could be a good slave for him, and didn' t
want to do anything that would reflect badly.
"Your language controls your thoughts, which in turn controls your actions,
which defines who and what you are, put very simply. From now on I will
give you a specific way of speaking and any deviation from that language
pattern will have severe consequences. Do I make myself cleas, so far?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good. From now on you will not use I, me, mine, or any word that
describes you in the first person. It will be This slave asks, or your
humble pet, etc. Next, you are no longer allowed to use contractions. You
are also never to answer me in a negative fashion. I do not care if you
like or dislike the task set before you. You will do it with no regard to
your own feelings on the matter, because you do not have any feelings on the
matter. You are my slave, pet, whore, slut, whatever I choose to call you,
label you. You will not have a name, you will only have a description.
Eventually, maybe, I will give your name back to you, but from now until
further notice, you are no longer Linda, you are what I choose you to be at
any given time. Is THAT understood."
"Yes, Master."
"Very good. Now that is clear, we will move to the habits of my new toy.
This toy," he said, fingering one nipple, than the other with his nails,
"will not be allowed on any of the furniture unless specifically ordered, or
permission is specifically given. This means all meals-food and liquid-will
be taken on the floor, usually in a doggie dish. You will always be
tethered to the bed. There will be special circumstances where you may not
be, but those will need to be earned.
This bitch will also never be without some type of collar in my presence.
In effect, you no longer have a life of your own. You may still have a
schedule to keep, and that is understood and accepted, however, any time you
are not scheduled somewhere you will be under these rules. Do I make myself
clearly understood?"
"Yes, Master."
"Excellent. And you WILL obey these demands without hesitation or regard
to self?"
"Yes, Master."
"Then let's test you, shall we. Come here and present yourself to me for
punishment."
She started to get up and walk to him when he commanded her "Down!" She
immediately dropped back on all fours. "Crawl to me as an animal, you slut.
You have not yet proven yourself worthy of walking as a human. Remember,
you are nothing but my toy. Now come here."
She crawled to him on all fours, whimpering like a scolded puppy, and
presented her ass to him for punishment.
"You will count them, and after each stroke you will thank me. You will
also thank me for correcting your behavior after the punishment.
Understood?"
"Yes, Master." she whimpered.
And the strokes started...and she thanked him after each one, and 40
strokes later (20 on eacfh side of her ass, turning it a nice fiery red and
burning just as much) after the punishment had ended, although she was
unsure of her voice or even her ability to move. "That was just a warning.
The next time I will not be as lenient."
"Yes, Master. This slave thanks you for the correction."
And so her training begins
I WISH... Darkmoon
I know I should be careful what I wish for, and right now I am not feeling
in a very careful mood...I wish he would truly treat me as a thing and not
as a human. I never thought I would be saying this, but I feel the most
myself when I am at his feet, having him pet me like a puppy, and eating and
drinking out of doggie dishes. It sounds strange that a woman of the 90's
feels at home being someones pet. I look at all fo the "female dog
training" sites and wish I were one of them. I know we can't have a true
24/7 in that manner, but I want him to dominate every aspect of my
life...how do I tell him this???
April 19, 1998
Reflections on Bondage and Domination
FANTASY Darkmoon
In her dreams, she was a slavegirl to her lover. The slavery was not a
thing of play, as last nights romp in the hay was, but rather a permanent
slavery. One where she was owned completely, having no thoughts that were
her own, save the pleasure of her Masters and Mistresses. And any
displeasure in the slightest degree was met with discipline and punishment.
She grew wet between her legs, as
memories of last night made their way into her subconscious.
***********
She woke from her sleep Wednesday morning, her hands and feet bound by
rough cording. She smiled, remembering the night-time adventure her lover
gave her as a Slavegirl last night. She had enjoyed her servitude,
thoroughly. Knowing that she would be released that morning and somewhat
regretting it.
When he awoke, he saw her sitting up in bed. "Who gave you leave to rise?"
"No one, Master," she answered. her eyes downcast.
"Then why have you done so?"
"I was uncomfortable, Master. And I enjoyed watching you sleep." She
answered, covering a smile and wondering to herself 'How long will he keep
up this game?' Taking a cautious look at her watch 'I have to be to work in
two hours.' "May I ask a question, Master?"
"Yes."
"How long will you keep me tied? I'm concerned about being late for my
job."
He laughed at her, then. "Your job, slavegirl, is my pleasure. What else
do you do?"
"Safeword, Arthur! Drop the charade. When do you plan to release me?"
"What is this Safeword, and how dare you use my proper name, slave. You
are trying my patience. And, that is two questions you have asked, you were
only permitted one. Now, lay face down on the bed."
She laughed nervously, then, realizing the predicament she was in. "You
can't be serious, Arthur. We've got to start getting ready for work, now
LET-ME-GO!"
YOU need a lesson in manners. I gave you an order and I expect you to
follow it." As he finished the sentence he pushed her down on the bed, face
down, and got his belt form off the floor. "You will count the strokes as
they are given. Understand?"
Silence.
Crack! "Ouch!"
"Understand, now?"
"Yes Master." she answered timidly.
"Good. Now, your retraining begins."
Crack! "One."
Crack! "Two."
Crack! "Three."
By the end of the whipping there were red welts on her ass and tears in her
eyes, but she was wet between her legs. Her dream of last night had turned
into reality.
**********
She heard her Master talking to someone on the phone saying, "She will be
returning Monday. Everything's fine. Yep, bye." As he returned the
receiver to the hook he said to her, you will be starting a new position on
Monday morning as a secretary. You will still be my slave, and I expect the
proper respect and obedience from you at all times. Is that clear?"
"Yes Master."
With those words she was finally free to be what she enjoyed being. What
she had dreamed and fantasized about. A true slave to the man she loved.
A Lesson On Being Still Darkmoon
She lay naked on the bed when he walked in. The full light clearly
showed her body to him. He caught her eyes with a glance and held them
in his gaze, not allowing her to look down while he undressed. He
straddled her, sitting on her hips and massaged both arms starting at
her armpits until he had a firm grip on her wrists. Still holding her
wrists he massaged the palm of her hands with his thumb while he kissed
her forehead, her ears, eyes, the skin under her bottom lip, but denied
her the feeling of his lips on her own. He ran his hands down her arms
and through her hair. Half massaging her scalp and half pulling her
hair he moved her head back until her neck was arched, exposing her
throat. He kissed, nibbled, and sucked his way down her throat until
his mouth was between her breasts. He pulled her arms down until they
were at her sides and holding them there bit the under side of each of
her tits and then her nipples.
The bites were enough to register as pain, and she couldn't help but
flinch just a little. When she would flinch he would bite just a little
harder and the gently kiss the bitten spot. Carefully , but with exact
motions he bent her arms at the elbows and tucked them under the small
of her back. Again he held her eyes in his gaze. She knew without
words she was not allowed to move her arms. His mouth continued its
journey down. He kissed the lower ribs of her left side, bit the side
of her stomach on the right, stuck his tongue into her belly button,
then descended to her pubic mound. She still had a small triangle of
pubic hair on her mound, even though she had shaved everything else. He
grabbed those hairs with his lips and tugged from side to side as he
positioned his body lower on the bed. Using just the tip of his tongue
with the lightest of contact he traced the outline of her cunt lips,
then continued down the inside of her thigh. His hands massaged their
way down her legs until, like he had with her wrists, he had a firm hold
of both ankles.
Slowly he moved her legs apart as wide as he could open his arms. He
looked directly into her eyes and then down between her legs. He held
her like this for a full minute. Enjoying the view and the feeling of
exposure it gave her. Finally he moved his hands so he could massage
the soles of her feet with his thumbs while keeping a grip on them.
Without stopping his hands he lowered his head and licked his way back
up the inside of her leg until he was again breathing on her cunt. Her
legs were still spread wide, but now bent at the knees. He raised his
head enough to catch her eyes and immediately she knew that now she was
not to move her legs either.
With his hands now free he caressed the inside of her thighs while he
once again traced her cunt with his tongue. A moist sheen was appearing
on her lips. He licked up and down right between her cunt lips with
more pressure. She moaned. With each thumb he spread her lips apart
slightly and with barely a touch flicked his tongue side to side from
the bottom of her cunt to just below her hooded clit. She moaned again.
Moving to the side a little he kept one hand on her pussy. Using two
fingers he spread her lips and with the middle finger of the same hand
he pulled the hood back from of her clit. With just a bare touch at
first he started licking the bottom of her clit real slow. She moaned
louder. He started moving his tongue faster and using more pressure as
he went from the bottom to the tip of her clit. He started working two
fingers of his other hand into her pussy, just a little bit at a time.
Her hands behind her back held her butt off the bed a little. She could
feel her pussy juice start to run over her asshole. He increased the
speed of his tongue and pushed his fingers deeper into her. She was
constantly moaning now, and grinding her hips to meet his fingers. He
could tell she was on the edge. Making sure her hood was pulled out of
the way he put his lips right on her clit and started to suck it while
still flicking the tip with his tongue. The muscles of her thighs
tightened and quivered. Her moans were almost screams. He didn't stop.
He curled his fingers in her cunt to follow the inside of her pelvic
bone until he found the rough area of her G spot.
Her moans stopped as though she were being strangled by this new
sensation. She didn't know how many individual orgasms she had had, but
now the intensity was constant. He took her clit in his teeth and his
tongue buzzed on the quivering tip. His fingers were working circles on
her G spot. The pleasure had almost turned to torture. Her orgasms
were too intense. She couldn't help herself. She ripped her arms from
behind her and grabbed his head. At the same time she clamped her legs
shut, and locked into that position. Her whole body was quivering, her
breathing ragged sobs. He held still just for a second and then
reacted. She had disobeyed!
He pulled away from her and grabbing her at the knees twisted them so
fast she was on her stomach before she could register that he had moved
at all. His hand came down on her butt so hard she could feel the pain
even through the end of the orgasms she was still having. Another
brought her full attention. With out waiting for a response he pulled
her up at the hips so her knees were under her, but her face was still
on the bed. He reached between her legs, grabbed her wrists, and pull
her arms down. Reaching to the side of the bed he came up with several
long strips of cloth. He tied one end to her wrist and pulled her arm
until her wrist was even with the bottom of her foot, then he wrapped
the cloth around arm and leg until she was secured ankle to wrist elbow
to knee. He did the same to her other side and stood back to look at
his work.
She was on her knees with her arms pulled between her legs so far that
there was a good arch in her back and her face was the only other point
of her body touching the bed. Her ass was the highest part in the air
and he thought it deserved some attention first. There was an angry red
double handprint on one cheek so he gave her two more hard spanks on the
other just to make it match. These she felt fully.
"I'm sorry master" she whimpered "I couldn't help moving."
He looked at her and moved his head close to hers. "I understand, you
are weak and lack self control." he whispered kindly, kissing her face
lightly. "I'm going to help you learn some more self control now, so
you can serve me better next time."
"Thank you master" she said, but her eyes rolled in fear.
He took a big vibrator from a drawer along with a bottle of lubricant.
Lubeing the dildo he started working the outside of her pussy. She had
cooled off some while being tied up but he soon had her to the point of
orgasm again. When he could tell she was cumming he moved the vibrator
to her clit. She tried to squirm. He slapped her butt hard. Firmly he
pushed the dildo into her quivering pussy. By taking it away from her
clit she had a minute of two before the next wave of ecstasy/agony.
"You see little one when I'm in you and you orgasm the contractions and
quivering feel good to me." he said. Going back to the drawer he
pulled out a small lash. A beautiful wood handle with four thin strips
of leather. "But when you move and thrash around, selfishly caught up
in your own feelings, it distracts from my pleasure."
She could not see what he had pulled from the drawer. The whole time he
kept working the vibrator deeper into her. Casually he tossed the lash
down next to her face and reached back to the drawer. She now knew what
he would use and her bottom lip quivered a little. It may be small but
experience told her the four strips could sting with the intensity of
fire. What else would he use on her? What was he reaching for? He
didn't get anything from the drawer actually. He knew her mind well
enough to know she would wonder.
Her orgasm was building again, he could feel it through her muscles,
shaking her. He picked up the lash. She so wanted to be able to hold
still, but the feeling was so intense. He was so good with moving the
vibrator, she squirmed to one side. The lash came down like lightning.
Not on her butt where she had expected it, but on the back of her
thighs. She tried to lurch forward, though in reality the way she was
tied she only moved a couple inches. Enough to bring back the lash, but
this time an under cut motion that found her lower belly. She cried
out. The lash marks were like lines of fire on her skin. The burning
mixed with the intensity of her orgasm and she could not tell which
brought the most agony and which brought the most pleasure. Again and
again as she struggled between pain and glory the lash found an
unexpected area of skin to torment. And through it all she was
wondering what other tool he had in reserve. Her body shuddered with
each impact. The welts started to intersect, and crimson patches grew
from the repeated lashings.
Finally when her butt was glowing on both sides, angry red lines were
drawn on the backs of both legs, her stomach, and back she managed to
hold still for a minute.
"You've done good girl." he said. "Now in return for the lesson I just
gave you I am going to use you to please myself."
He pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and turned it up to full power.
He poured some of the lube onto her asshole and worked it in with his
finger while with the other hand he pushed the vibrator slowly all the
way back into her pussy until her lips closed over it. It was big and
totally filled her.
The vibrations were already intense and she was still having orgasms
when he started to push his cock into her ass. He didn't push straight
in, but moved in and out a little, going deeper with each stroke. It
wasn't long though before he had pushed all the way into her ass. He
could feel the vibrator buzzing the underside of his cock through her
pussy wall. She was still being racked by a near constant stream of
orgasms, and though she squirmed some, she was doing better than before.
The orgasms making her rectum contract and the vibration from her pussy
did quick work on his cock. For the most part he didn't even have to
stroke much. He just kept his cock buried all the way in her ass and
let her convulsions massage him. He spanked her butt a few more times
in a leisurely way and in just a few minutes he was the one standing
rigid behind her, clenched in the throes of his own orgasm. When he
finally pulled out she was near screaming again.
Cum oozed out of her stretched asshole, but even then more orgasms were
making it wink. He reached into her pussy with his fingers and pulled
out the vibrator. She didn't go limp right away, but slowly seemed to
wilt. Untying her he laid her on her side and stroked her hair off her
sweaty face. She was still quivering some and almost unaware of where
she was. Her whole body was damp with sweat so he covered them both
with a light blanket and held her until she had fallen asleep.