Even though her jaw ached from the prolonged abuse, she begged, "Oh Master, I just wish You'd let me suck You off, to thank You."
He chuckled and glanced at His watch, "Don't worry, Kay, jenny will be home very soon. She'll take care of my needs until you pass your medical inspections."
The endorphins were draining away, she had caught her breath, the clamps were off her nipples. Now she squealed and groaned as her belly convulsed with the churning enema.
He watched her as the two quarts reasserted their effects. She didn't suffer in silence, but she never uttered a word of complaint or protest. He was impressed. At last, He unstrapped the vibrator stanchion and released her wrist restraints from the ceiling hook. Drained by orgasm and agony, she needed His support for the short walk to the toilet in the corner.
As He deflated and removed the plug, she muttered a quick, "Thank You, Master," before collapsing onto the seat as the torrent was released. Shoulder leaning against the wall, he compounded her embarrassment by watching her contorted face as her chest and belly trembled until she was empty. After Kay cleaned herself of spatters with a fresh wash clothe, Master fastened her wrists behind her head and led her to a tall wooden bar stool. Once perched atop it, her ankles also received leather restraints and were attached to the stool's back legs, splaying her knees. Her punished ass squirmed on the hard seat. Exactly at the stroke of 5 o'clock, per the clock on the wall, jenny entered the dungeon and went straight to Master, sinking to her knees, unzipping Him and paying her respects. Shortly, Master pushed her off.
"Not yet, jenny. This bitch definitely excited me. You're in for a rough time tonight, I'm afraid." Their exchanged smile said everything necessary.
Rising from her knees and looking over at Kay displayed like a cheap whore, jenny asked softly, "Well Master, what do You think? Do You wish to train her?"
Walking over, He slapped Kay's welted boob. She squealed quietly and bravely thrust out her other breast for its slap.
"Yes. Kay is a slutty bitch that I'd train to be a pain-whore like you. If she passes the medical and retests clean in six months, I'll keep her."
"Thank You, Master," jenny exclaimed. "I just knew she was the perfect woman for Your training and use, Sir!"
At the sound of Kay's weeping, they both turned to her. "T-T-Thank You, Master," she sobbed. "I'm so happy. Thank You, Master. You won't be sorry, Sir. I'll make You proud. I'll take anything You want to do to me, a-a-and love You for it!"
He smiled benevolently as jenny embraced Kay, both crying tears of joy, kissing and lapping like two puppies.
"You'll have plenty of time for all that later," He told them. "Right now, jenny, you have to get Kay into her bra and dress and get her to Doctor Issacson before she closes for the day. I want to get Kay's first blood test done ASAP. You can schedule her physical for next week."
Her ankle and wrist restraints removed, Kay was grateful for jenny's assistance in dressing. The afternoon's strict bondage and beating had left her stiff as well as sore all over.
Before Kay could slip the bra cups up, Master gripped both nipples firmly. Squeezed and twisted them Kay felt her knees go weak as she bit her lip to stifle the scream. "Bring me your purse, bitch," Master ordered, giving her nipples an extra twist for emphasis.
She fairly ran to the gargae where she'd stripped off her clothes those few momentous hours past. Handing it over, she watched Master remove her apartment key as well as credit cards and her cell phone before returning the purse.
"Since you'll be living here, I'll have your belongings put in storage. You won't need the credit cards either. They'll be paid off and closed. You just quit your job in the stockroom at that electronics store. I'll notify your employer and landlord. Tomorrow jenny will drive you to the Post Office so you can fill out a 'Change of Address' form. Until I decide otherwise, you'll only go out with jenny and she is permitted to carry a phone. You won't be needing one until I decide. Understood?"
"Yes Master, I live here now. I won't need cards or money. I won't need my old job or apartment anymore, I am allowed out only with jenny, and I won't need a cell phone," Kay recited.
"Good bitch," Master exclaimed, rewarding her with a kiss on the cheek followed by a stinging slap to her bruised boobs.
After helping her dress, jenny led her out to the car and drove to the Doctor's office. The Doctor herself did the blood draw, making no comment on Kay's visible bruises. She penciled in an appointment for a complete physical the following week.
When they got back home, jenny led Kay back to the dungeon room and had her strip down again. Opening a drawer, jenny showed her the set of anal dilators and plugs. Another held urethral sounds. Jenny had to explain their use and effects. The collection of nipple clamps was self-explanatory as were the whips, paddles, and canes. The gags and restraints seemed to fascinate Kay as did the extensive assortment of enema and douche equipment.
"Master wants me to help train you, girl, since He can't spend all the time necessary personally with you," jenny explained. "So I'm sort of your older 'slut-sis' and you'd better obey me or I'll tell Master. Hehe," she chuckled with make-believe malice.
Both women laughed.
"But this training is serious stuff, Kay. Master means what He says. He'll punish you and me if you disobey Him. I don't mind getting punished for my own mistakes, but if I get punished because you screw up, I'm gonna take it out on you, and believe me, master has shown me ways to make a girl scream from the worst tortures you can imagine. Been there, done that!" jenny told her.
"Master want's your anal training started right away. Since He gave you a small enema, we can skip that part tonight. But this," jenny selected the smallest plug from the drawer, "will be your closest friend for a couple of days." She laughed at her own joke.
Bending Kay over, she lubed the plug lightly, parted the bruised cheeks, and gently but steadily inserted the plug into Kay's bottom. "There," she said, giving the plump cheek a swat.
She fitted a wide leather waist belt and crotch strap that attached to the plug's base, preventing the removal, and secured the belt with a small padlock.
"If you have to use the bathroom, you have to ask me to remove the belt or the plug as needed," jenny told her, displaying the small key dangling on her necklace. "You're not to put anything in either hole unless Master gives His permission, so when's your period?"
"N-Not for another two weeks," Kay replied.
"Good," jenny said, "I got my 'visitor' today. We'll be two weeks apart, so Master will always have a bitch available for complete use. But He'll 'play on a bloody field' sometimes if He wants to."
Kay knew jenny was a T-girl and expressed her confusion. Periods? A T-girl?
"Oh yes, sis," jenny told her, lifting her skirt. Pulling her panties down revealed the maxi pad as well as the tampon's tell-tale string. "Master has me observe regular periods like any woman. It's the only time we're allowed to wear panties. But you'll get used to the breeze tickling your twat."
They laughed and hugged, mashing Kay's sore tits, but it felt good to be so accepted.
"Tomorrow we go shopping for your cloths," jenny told her. "For tonight, you'll have to wear what you've got. And until Master tells me otherwise, that means you'll only wear heels, hose, and your collar in the house. Now we've got to get supper on the table, so come on." She led the way to the kitchen.
Kay watched in amazement as jenny sped around the kitchen in four inch heels like they were sneakers. In her three inch stilettos she felt definitely second-class.
As they worked, jenny made a point of brushing against Kay's tender boobs, or stealing a quick kiss on the mouth. By the time they had the meal on the table, Kay felt truly fortunate to have found such a fine Master as well as an understanding girlfriend to guide her in her journey of submission. The future was going to be exciting!
The End.
Bad Girls Don't Get What They Want
My back arches as you grip my hair in a tight fist and shove
me face-down in the pillows. Your free hand caresses my skin, your nails dragging and leaving reddened welts along the curve of my ass.
I can feel the heat from your body as you lean over me, still fully clothed; the rough texture of your jeans scraping against my thighs as you thrust a knee between them, spreading my legs apart. Your breath is warm against my neck.
"You're so wet," you whisper, sliding your fingers down over my ass and pressing first one, then two into me. I moan as your thumb flicks over my clit, pressing back against you. You let go of my hair and I push myself up on to my elbows and breathe deeply.
"I want you to fuck me," I say, gasping slightly as you twist your fingers. You laugh quietly and add a third finger. Your fingers are fucking me deeper and deeper, your thumb strumming my clit like it's a fine-tuned instrument. I'm twisting my hips, panting and desperately wanting more.
"Oh, I know."
I move to slide my own hand down between my legs, and you tsk, grabbing my wrist in your free hand and pressing it to the bed above my head.
"No no. Patience is a virtue."
I groan.
"Fuck patience. Better yet - fuck me!" I roll my hips and grind back into you, hoping to entice you into doing exactly that. You laugh, and I yelp as your hand slaps against my ass several times in rapid succession, a quick sting that subsides to a dull throb. Your thumb slides over my clit again, and I clench around your fingers - the pleasure of you touching me versus the stinging pain of the slap on my ass brings me that much closer to cumming.
You pull your fingers away from me, leaving me aching and empty, and slide them into my mouth for me to suck clean. Your voice is low, rough with desire as my tongue curls and licks at your fingers.
"I bet you love the taste of yourself on my cock ... I bet you wish that's what you were sucking right now, isn't it?"
You pull your fingers out of my mouth slowly and pull away from me, at the same time pushing me slightly and indicating you want me to lie on my back in front of you. I roll over, and watch you from under my lashes as you strip down to nothing. You give me a half-smile half-smirk as you come and kneel over me, nipping lightly at my jaw before kissing me.
You take control, thrusting your tongue between my lips, tangling your hands in my hair. I arch up against you, into the kiss, clinging to you. My nails dig into your shoulders, my tongue dueling with yours as you deepen the kiss. All I can think of is how badly I want your cock in me, and I moan into your mouth, so hot and wet. I curl a leg up around your waist, rubbing wantonly against you.
You're breathing raggedly when you pull away from me, and I admire your erection, sliding my hand down your chest to wrap around your cock. You let me play for a moment, watch me from hooded eyes as I jerk my hand slowly up and down your shaft with a corkscrew motion. Then you take my wrist, and pin it above my head, pausing a moment to pinch my nipples with your free hand.
"Stay," you say, letting go of my hand. Obediently, I stay still and you move my other hand so that I have my arms stretched out above my head. You slip off of the bed, and rummage in your bag, your back to me. My hips move restlessly as I wait. When you turn back to me, you're holding a braid of rope in each hand. I can feel myself pale, but remain pliant as you settle back onto the bed, tying my wrists together slowly -- giving me the chance to protest, to say no.
I don't.
You secure the remaining rope to the headboard, and then move down my body. You pause, licking and biting my nipples, kissing your way down my belly, then the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, my knees, the arch of each foot. You tie each ankle, spreading my legs as far apart as they'll go, and then sit back on your heels between my legs. A slow smile of satisfaction spreads across your lips.
"Tell me what you want," you say, stretching out over me, holding yourself inches above me. I can feel the heat of your body, your knees pressing against the inside of my thighs, and my nipples tighten to hard little points, almost painful.
"I -- " My voice falters, and I blush, lowering my lashes in embarrassment. I hate when you put me on the spot like this, but at the same time ... I can feel the wetness between my legs, the heat uncurling low in my stomach, the prickling of my skin, the heightened awareness of everything around me. I shift beneath you, my hips lifting almost of their own accord. You lean down, forehead to forehead with me, your lips against mine.
"Tell me ... "
My tongue darts out to lick at your lips, tracing the outline of your smile.
"I want you to fuck me," I say breathlessly. "Now."
"What else?"
I groan raggedly and close my eyes. My voice is soft, hesitant, as I begin the torture of convincing you to fuck me.
"Bastard... fuck me! I want your cock hard and fast inside of me, I want you to make me your dirty little whore ... I want you to make me cum all over you, til I'm begging you to stop. I want you to fuck my mouth, make me choke and gag on your thick cock ... I want to taste myself on you ... I want your cum, hot, sticky, all over me ..."
Your hands are kneading the pale flesh of my breasts, twisting my nipples.
"What else?" Your voice is low and throaty, and I smile, knowing I have you.
"Tell me what a bad girl I've been," I say. "Teach me a lesson. Spank my ass til it's red, and then pin me down under you and fuck me. Show me what happens to little sluts who tease..."
With one thrust, you're all the way inside of me, filling me. Your cock stretches my cunt with the sudden invasion, and even though I'm wet and ready for you, there's the slight burn of brief pain. You pull out a little, enjoying my helpless moans, and then slam deep inside of me again.
"Fucking slut," you growl, biting my neck and pulling my hair. I revel in the feeling of your hard, swollen cock moving against my slick walls, skin against skin, in the helplessness of being tied beneath you, barely able to move.
"Yes!" I gasp. You're slamming into me as hard as you can, and I writhe under you, feeling your cock so tight and deep, driving all the way in. You dominate my body with your powerful pushes.
You push yourself up onto your arms, and jerk my head back with one hand in my hair, baring my throat to your teeth.
"This is what you want?" you demand. "You little slut -- desperate to get fucked?"
I thrust my hips back against you, knowing that I'm riding the edge of my orgasm.
"Yes, yes -- I want -- oh -- please, please, I'm gonna cum ... " I babble. You stop your movements suddenly, and I whine. "Noo ... no, please ..."
I'm impaled on your cock, can feel your balls pressing against my smooth lips, and you stay still, letting me feel how helpless I am under you. You stroke my damp skin, and goosebumps trail wherever you touch me. Your tongue is hot and wet, darting inside of my ear, nipping at my lobe.
"This isn't about you," you say. You rest your hand against my throat, tightening slightly. My pulse races, and I clench around you. My pussy, my clit, throbs with need. You pull back, withdraw from me, and I begin to beg you.
"No, no -- please, I need you to fuck me, I need to cum -- oh god, I want to cum so bad, please!!"
You suck one of my nipples into your mouth, your tongue teasing and torturing my sensitive flesh. Your teeth are sharp, a momentary pain wrapped in the pleasure of the torment.
"Bad girls don't get to cum when they want," you say when you look up at me again. "Bad girls are lucky if they get to cum at all."
My breath catches in my throat.
"No .. nonono, I'll be good. I'll do anything you want," I whimper. "Please let me cum, I swear I'll do whatever you tell me."
"Anything?" you murmur, swirling your tongue in circles around my nipple. Your fingers are busy between my legs, stroking me too softly, too gently.
"Yes! yes yes yes, anything," I promise, my voice breaking slightly as your thumb grazes my clit with the softest of touches. You bite my nipple, hard, and then gently kiss it before repeating with my other nipple.
"I'll think about it," you say, sitting up suddenly and slappi
ng your hand against the curve of my hip.
"What?!" My body jerks, as much at the sudden noise of your hand on my naked flesh as from the sting of the slap. Your eyes are dark and amused at my indignation as you move to straddle my chest, knees to either side of my ribcage.
"Just what I said, slut. I'll think about it. Maybe you can prove you deserve it. Maybe I'll just cum all over your tits and face, and leave you tied here while I go and do something productive."
Frustrated, I tug my wrists downwards, testing the give in the rope. There is none. You know me too well for that. Tsking, you press my breasts together, and slide your dick between them, into the tight passage you've created. You rest there for a moment, the head of your cock peeking at me from my cleavage. You squeeze even more tightly, and begin to thrust back and forth, small jerks at first and then more forcefully. Your cock chafes my silky skin, your balls slap against the underside of my tits and back again. The sensation is exquisite torture; I ache for you to fuck me like this, hard and deep, your cock inside of me. My hips make small circles in time with your thrusts. I throw my head back, close my eyes and bite my lip to keep from whimpering.
Your breath is quick and irregular now, harsh as your fingers dig into my skin. There will be marks later. Your pace picks up, and I can feel the ripple of your muscles; I can feel your imminent orgasm.
"No, wai - " I start to demand, and the first ropey stream of cum hits my face, at the corner of my lips.
"Ah, fuck!" you groan, your eyes closed in ecstasy as you pump your cock in your fist now, jerking off over my face, into my mouth that I now hold open in supplication, my tongue extended to catch every last bit of your cum. I am distracted from my need for the moment, enjoying the slick feel of your fluids on my lips, the warmth where it's spattered on my cheek.
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