“On your knees.”
His words made her shiver a little, and her already damp pussy squeezed a
little on itself. She felt so empty, and that only heightened the
feeling of cold metal against her wrists. Suddenly, she felt a hand
smack her cheek, her skin suddenly burning with shame and pain.
“Are you listening slut? I said on your knees, now”.
“Etthh Thur, thorry thur” she mumbled, almost unintelligible. As soon as
he had seen the wet spot on her thong, he had ordered her take it off
and put it in her mouth; her own underwear, damp with proof of her lust,
serving as an impromptu gag. She would never question or disobey her
Master; she was his fucktoy, and she loved to serve him, despite her
She dropped to her knees and tilted her head back, her arms still
trapped behind her back. She had a moment to think about her position: to
feel the cold hardwood floor pressing against her knees; the stream of
warm sunlight through the window, left open in case a passerby might
want to enjoy her degradation; the cuffs on her wrists; the expensive,
black lace bra with one cupped pulled down to expose her nipple to his
mouth; the matching thong spreading her flavours in her mouth even as it
silenced her; the incredible calm stillness from her Master.
Suddenly, he slapped her cheek again, and then used her hair to lead
her, slowly and with much whimpering but with no resistance, to his bed.
He pushed her head against the bedclothes and quickly uncuffed her,
throwing the police-issue handcuffs to the side and recuffing her, each
wrist fastened to a bedpost with thick chain. Then, he sat in a low
chair behind her, smirking at her back.
“What to do with you...” he said, leaning forward and smacking her right
asscheek hard. She yelped, the noise barely noticeable with the thong
stuff-gag, but he heard. He smacked the other cheek, a little harder,
smiling at the yelp and the little twitch as his hand made contact. He
kept spanking her tight little ass until the cheeks glowed red, and then
he leant back, noting how her thighs now glistened with her obvious
“I told you not to touch yourself while I was gone. You clearly didn’t
listen. So you must be punished. But how...” he mused. His voice was
calm and confident, and she shivered again, in anticipation.
She felt him wrench her head back, and a light tap on her cheek. As
commanded, she opened her mouth, and he pulled the thong out, tutting at
the wetness from her saliva.
“Far too wet” he said, and she heard his footsteps retreating from her.
When he came back, she felt his hand between her thighs, and opened her
legs as wide as she could to give him better access. She moaned, biting
her lips desperately to keep from screaming in pleasure, as he dried her
cunt and thighs. Then, with a little difficulty, she felt him sliding a
new, fresh, pair of panties onto her body.
“Hold still” she heard him say, and felt the panties pulled away from
her at the front. A small, cold, hard object slid in, and she moaned. He
pushed it until it was pressed hard against her clit, held in place by
her underwear, and then he sat back. Her eyes went wide, and she
realized what he was about to do.
“Now, my little slut, this is simply. I’m going to turn that vibrator
on, and leave the room for fifteen minutes. If you cum, or if you are
too loud, then when I get back, I will punish you. Ten hard smacks on
each ass cheek, and a day in the chastity belt for time you cum,
perhaps? So, for your sake, you should try not to cum...”
His words hung in the air, and she looked around, eyes wide as he leant
down and turned the vibrator on maximum, winked, and walked out of the
door; leaving her to a most exquisite punishment.