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Punishment
Posted:Apr 22, 2017 9:56 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2017 2:31 am
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she is not quite sure what her punishment is to be. she had done something against her Master's instruction. He had forbidden her to orgasm, but she had been unable to help herself and had done so anyway. she told Him immediately afterward, she could not keep that a secret from Him. As she had expected He was most upset. Partly from the fact that His wishes had gone unheeded, but also from the fact she had given herself sexual gratification outside of His presence.

He ordered her to be waiting in the bedroom when we got home. Stripped and kneeling on the bed. The position was familiar to her, she was to face the door, knees well apart, feet touching. Hands behind her, holding the opposite wrist. Shoulders back, head held up, eyes downcast. This time though she couldn't help but feel the slight slouch in her shoulders, and fought to not hang her head.

she heard Him arrive. she heard him moving about the house, perhaps getting himself a drink, perhaps something else to do with her discipline. After what seemed ages He entered the bedroom. He said simply and without anger: "You disappoint me, do not do it again." Tears of shame burned on her cheeks. she knew better than to talk unless instructed to, better than to attempt to defend her actions.

she noticed with some trepidation that Master had carried in a wooden broomstick with him, she had not been flogged before, in general that sort of thing was not part of their play.

First, He went to the dresser drawer that contained many of their playthings. He selected a silk scarf, approached her from the side, ordered her to hold her hands above her head, wrists crossed. He bound her wrists together. she knew that although the binding might easily be loosened by herself that it was more a symbolic thing. If she did seek to escape the tying in any way, the punishment and shame would be far, far worse. Next, she was instructed to bend forward on the bed so that her upper body was on the mattress, bound hands stretched in front of her, buttocks arched high into the air.

Master gently touched her warm flesh, then without warning gave her a tremendous whack with the broomstick, squarely across her ass. she cried out involuntarily with the searing hot sensation, an electric jolt coursing through her body.

"Did you say something?" inquired Master.

"No my Master." she answered through renewed tears.

"What was the noise then?"

"I cried out with surprise Master."

"Another loss of control then I see. There is much to teach you."

To her surprise, there were no more strikes. she realized the lesson of the broomstick was the Master could punish her in a painful way when He so desired. But there was more for her in store she knew.

"On your back."

she does so. He secures her still bound wrists to the headboard. she is instructed to spread her legs at the knees, but keep her feet touching. He binds her ankles together, slides the broomstick under her knees and attaches her to it on each end. she now has her legs held apart.

His fingertips trace down her body, teasingly, finally touching her damp pussy. He slides a fingertip between her labia, she senses that she is quite wet already, the smack on her ass both having caused pain and excitement.

"You are not to cum tonight at all, that is your true punishment." He tells her.

He proceeds to toy with her, tracing up and down her swelling pussy lips, dipping a finger, then two inside her. Resting a well lubricated finger directly on her hard nub of a clit, pressing down on it slightly, feeling her excitement build. He plays with her like this for many minutes, senses she is getting closer to orgasm, then stops.

He picks up a book, sits in the chair in the bedroom while she practically squirms on the bed. Hoping He would let her cum, but knowing He is not going to. He takes many minutes, most likely reading the next chapter.

Then approaches the bed again. Again he traces over her tummy, finding her now fully engorged, wine red pussy. He spread her labia apart with his fingers, then starts slowly dragging another silk scarf over her pussy. The touch is so light, the sensation so subtle. It almost tickles, maddeningly so. It makes her long for him to touch her MORE, touch her HARDER, to let her just cum. But she knows He won't, and knows that again he will bring her to the edge of orgasm again. He plays with her in this fashion again for an extended period of time, just slowly swirling the light cool fabric over her, sometimes letting the corner dangle and circle her clit, other times lightly pulling the fabric through the folds in her cunt. It takes longer to build in intensity this time as the contact is so lessened, but she feels herself getting closer knowing that He won't let her go all the way. her hips start to undulate in that all too familiar precursor to orgasm ... and He steps away again.

Again he picks up the book. Reads another chapter, seemingly unaware that she is practically shuddering in sweet pre-orgasmic agony on the bed.

Finally seemingly an eternity, he approaches again, This time he has a drinking straw in hand. Again he traces her skin, slowly searching out and finding her swollen pussy. He places the straw to his lips and begins to blow through it, directing the airflow on her wet pussy. He moves the tip of the stray up and down, she can feel the cool tingle of the moving air all along the length of her lips. Exposing her clit slightly, he teases it with burst of air, then returns his attentions to the rest of her cunt again. The touch is lighter than light. Worse than a tickle, agonizing almost in the desire to actually be TOUCHED! Far worse than the crack with the broom, she'd gladly now submit to a full flogging rather than this deliciously cruel torture. It takes even longer this time to get her close. Through her yearning frustration of wanting to cum, she must admire His determination and effort in teaching her this most important lesson in future self control. she admires Him with pretty much the last ounce of intelligent though she can muster. she approaches plateau, hips starting to thrust again, knowing he will step away again ... and He does. So masterful was he this time at taking her right to the edge, it is two or three minutes perched right on the precipice of orgasm that she remains, finally to slide back on the side of utter frustration.

she looks over and sees that he is well through the next chapter.

Again he approaches her, deftly slips a small vibrator into her cunt, gives Her a warm, tantalizing kiss on her clit - she inhales sharply, a quick lick up between her labia - she shudders, and then undoes the bonds. He reminds her again that she is not to cum tonight, and she feels the as yet dormant vibrator inside her, and she knows it is going to be a very, very long night and makes the promise to herself to ALWAYS pay mind to Masters wishes.
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Forced
Posted:Apr 21, 2017 4:20 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2017 2:31 am
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I envision you on your knees on the bed, legs spread fairly wide apart. Shoulders down on the mattress, head turned to the side. Your knees are bound to the sides to keep your spread and available, and your hands are tied together and held in place behind your back.

You are quite helpless to prevent the spanking you are about to receive. Further, you are completely unable to prevent things from being placed into both your pussy and ass. Things that perhaps vibrate or pulsate or do other things to excite you greatly.

So, you are spanked until your bottom is a nice rosy colour and the wetness is evident in your pussy. Then your labia and clit are played with until your pussy is engorged and dripping wet. At this point you are asked if you want to cum. The answer of course is yes, so you are made to cum, and have a shuddering, moaning intense orgasm.

But the stimulation does not stop after you cum. It continues. A vibrator is placed into your pussy and turned on high. You start to say you are not ready, but are told instead to be quiet. Soon enough though your body reacts, and again you are cumming, strongly, intensely.

Again though, the stimulation does not stop although you ask that is does. "Quiet slut" is the only thing you hear, as a second bullet vibe is present to your swollen and hyper sensitive clit. Screaming, first with over stimulation, then with true pleasure, you cum, shuddering violently, juice coursing down your legs.

But still the stimulation continues. This time you beg for it to stop, plead for a break, unsure as to how much you can take. But this time there is just absolute silence, and a plug is forced into your ass. That causes your pussy to tighten more around the vibrator, and you also feel the bullet vibe on your clit even more so. You grunt and then scream. Shouting obscenities now, all you can seem to say is "fuck ... fuck ... oh FUCK" and you are cumming, shuddering in great heaves as your body is helplessly forced to orgasm again.

This time the stimulation is removed. You are untied. Laid on your side, still twitching. A blanket is pulled over you, and you are cuddled from behind. "Good girl" you hear whispered softly in your ear as you drift off, completely spent.
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