A Painful Lesson [M/s] [F22] [Bondage] [Rough] [Punishment] [Humiliation] [Denial] [Edging] [Pain] [Crying]
This is a another part in the story of Mia and Sir.
Sunlight poured in the room through the window. Its rays bathed my naked body in warmth, illuminating my slightly tan skin, as I lay on the bed on top of the covers.
It was finally my day off. Even though I am a “24/7 slave” to my Master, I do actually get a day off every now and again from my total power exchange relationship. Not weekly, but as my Master sees fit to grant me a day off. There were only two rules: 1) No clothes except my collar unless I went out and 2) No masturbating.
Oh god that feels so fucking good!
My body was starting to tense up as the vibrating dildo I was fucking my pussy with thrusted rhythmically in and out. Goosebumps prickled all across my bare skin. Yeah, I was breaking rule 2, but Master had gone out shopping and he had taken his headphones which meant he’d not be back for the next two hours at least. When he got in a store and put headphones on, he was in another world, and would casually stroll through each aisle slowly deciding what he wanted. Annoying sometimes, but in the case of today, very convenient.
Fuck! Oh god I’m cumming!
I felt the intense release as my pussy started contracting repeatedly and strongly around the thick dildo inserted in me. The orgasm wave rushed over my body, my chest heaving as gasped for air during the climax. The pressure that had built up slowly subsided as the orgasm faded away. Laying in the warm sunlight, basking in the dopamine, I was incredibly content. Unfortunately, that would not last.
“Hello Mia” a quiet but firm voice from the doorway, causing me to gasp in the fear of having been caught.
My Master stood in the doorway with a stony expression. I sat up so fast my phone and the vibrator went tumbling off the bed. “You... You’re back so fast!” I was stumbling over my words, dazed from both the orgasm and the surprise of being caught.
“I forgot my card so I came back to get it. Unfortunately for you, it would seem.”
I frantically spoke, “I’m so sorry Sir I know I broke rule 2 I was just so turned on and needed to...”
“Quiet, bitch.” he barked, “I didn’t ask for excuses.”
I shut my mouth immediately. I was in trouble
“Kiss the floor.”
I lept off the bed and dropped into position, a specific position from the Restrained Elegance slavegirl lexicon, on the floor. On my knees, face down on the floor, hands extended out as far as they could go. This was not just a position of submission, this was a plea for mercy. I trembled as I contemplated my fate. I could hear him dragging a chair from the dining room into the bedroom.
“Stand at attention!”
I jumped to my feet, back straight, arms pinned to my sides, legs together, eyes straight forward. I could see the dining room chair in the middle of the room, a traditional-style chair with a straight back and no arm rests, and I knew that’s where I’d be punished today. Sir had a number of lengths of rope. He was very adept at rope bondage. My pussy twinged at simultaneous dread and excitement. Master got to work.
I fucking love rope bondage. The feeling of being tightly cinched into any position with the unyielding jute rope, digging into my skin. He quickly tied my breasts in a standard chest harness, then moved to my arms. Rather than a box tie, which was a favorite of his, the tied my arms behind my back, elbows pulled together and bound tightly, in a strappado tie. He finished with a basic crotch rope, two ropes rubbing the sides of my clit and going back wedgie-style between my ass cheeks. I was still super wet in my pussy due to the orgasm I had just had, but all these sensations were kicking the natural lubricant production into overdrive.
“Sit down Mia”
I moved stiffly over to the chair and sat. He positioned me such that my bound arms were going over the back of the chair. That alone kept me fairly restrained because of how I was tied on my arms. That wasn’t all the restraint though. He quickly tied each ankle to the chair leg supports, lifting my feet off the ground and forcing them backwards. That naturally forced my legs apart. I felt the all too familiar embarrassment starting to rise in my face as I knew I must’ve looked like a contorted whore on that chair, unable to even close my legs, pussy on full display.
At least this is semi comfortable.
That was short lived, however, as Sir attached a rope to my bound wrists and looped it over a ring on the ceiling, then he pulled, slowly lifting my bound arms behind my back. The more torturous aspect of strappado, forcing my body forward so as to not dislocate my shoulders. My tits hung down as my body was leaning forward due to the position. I had a lot of trust in Master, he knew what he was doing and could do it safely, even painful positions like this one. My shoulders were tight but he tied it off in a position that I knew I could hold for quite a while before I needed to get out.
This was always the nerve wracking part, when I was put into difficult or painful positions. I always had my safe word and gestures, so he could get me out quickly if I needed to. I’ve only ever had to use them twice, and both were just due to my body giving out before my mind wanted to. Master freed me so quickly and intently, then cared for me gently afterwards, I completely trusted him for when I needed to. This is why I could submit so completely to him. Trust.
Well now that I was well and truly “trussed” up (get it? lol.) he walked over to the toy box. He pulled out both my best friend and my worst enemy: the Hitachi Magic Wand and the weighted clover nipple clamps. I wimpered, knowing I was in for it with those things. He moved back to me and positioned the wand in place right on my clit, lying on the chair. He turned it on and I involuntarily jolted at the intensity of the vibration, even on it’s lower setting. It felt fucking amazing. Unfortunately, that was the moment Sir chose to put the first clamp on my right nipple.
“Ow, fuck!” I said without thinking.
“That’s not what you say bitch.” he scolded, “What do you say?”
“...Thank you for clamping my nipples sir.” I muttered, pouting.
“Let’s try that one more time.” he said, attaching the second clamp to my left nipple.
“Thank you for clamping my nipples sir!” I said slightly more loudly and with an attempt at more submission, but it was hard when I was in pain.
“Much better, slut.” he said approvingly.
He adjusted the vibrator, shoving it up closer against my clit and suddenly I was fighting conflicting feelings as I had the pain from the nipple clamps at the same time as the intense pleasure of the wand. I’ve noticed the longer I’ve been with Sir, that he’s been methodically training me to take more and more pain. He always pairs the pain with pleasure, however, so I feel like I’m kind of being “Pavlovian-d” into being aroused by pain... It’s kind of hot.
*SLAP*
I gasped and recoiled as Sir’s heavy handed slap landed on my face. My cheek burned from the hit. My chin quivered a little as I tried to regain my composure, but he slapped me again, and I felt a tear force its way out and roll down my hot cheek. It hurt and I felt like crying, but at the same time I was so fucking turned on. I could feel myself rapidly approaching orgasm.
“Please sir may I cum?” I asked with a quavering voice.
“No.” he said curtly.
I whimpered. I hated when he did this. I had to attempt to hold back an orgasm that was building in me whether I wanted it to or not. It was so damn hard to not cum when you have one being forced out of you. I tried using every ounce of my internal strength to hold off the orgasm.
“Please sir! Please may I cum? I can’t hold it Sir!” I plead.
He just stared at me with that stony expression that I knew meant no again. I was moaning and gasping as I struggled in my tight restraints, trying my best not to cum. I was on the brink. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold it back.
Suddenly the vibrator was removed. Fuck! I was just shy of the peak! I know I wasn’t supposed to cum but I desperately wanted to, no, I fucking needed to cum. But I couldn’t get myself to that point of no return, not when the vibrator has been taking away.
“Please! Please Sir! Please don’t stop Sir I need to cum so bad!” I nearly sobbed as I could feel the lost orgasm fading slowly.
“You want to cum, slut?” he asked surprisingly gently, “Okay I’ll put the vibrator back.”
“Thank you Sir! Oh thank you Sir!” I breathed as he put the wand back in its place.
I could feel the pressure building again, more quickly this time. I was breathing heavily, my chest heaving, each breath making the clamps swing a little which was terrible yet amazing torment for my poor nipples, contributing heavily to the rise in my arousal. I could feel myself getting close again!
“Thank you for this Sir! May I cum please Sir?” I said quickly
Sir looked me dead in the eyes and pulled the vibrator away again at the worst possible moment.
“No Sir pleeeeaaaase!!!” sobs wracked my throat.
I realized what he was doing. He was edging me. It was almost worse torture than the clamps. Getting me right to the brink before taking it away and letting me wallow in the lost orgasm. I fucking hated edging, it was cruel, and it drove me mad desperately trying to catch what was kept out of reach. It was basically an adult form of keep-away, and it was even more infuriating because of what was being kept away.
As I sobbed from the pain of the clamps and the frustration of the deprived orgasms, Sir shoved a red ball gag into my mouth, strapping it tight, muffling my sobs. I wanted to stop but I couldn’t, my emotions were overwhelmed by the stimulation and denial, so I just sobbed into my gag, drool flowing freely down the gag and onto the chair between my legs. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, pulling out his cock to stroke while he tortured me, getting off on my anguish.
Sir continued with the same pattern of torment. I don’t know how long he edged me, how many times I pleaded to be able to cum before he took it away from me again. Sobs wracked my body, tears making my vision blurry. Despite the tears, I could see myself in one of Sir’s mirrors, I looked pathetic. Contorted on this chair, drool mixed with snot hanging from my nose and gagged mouth dangling there humiliatingly, clamps swinging on my tits as I cried. I was well and truly broken, a slut with no worth, snot hanging from my nose, drool all over everything. All the while he pumped his hard cock.
“Mm ssoh sowwy, Surr, Mm wohn’ dihsoh-bey uh-gen!” I sobbed through the gag, asking for forgiveness and promising to not disobey again.
Sir looked at me with piercing eyes. “I know you won’t,” he said, “but unfortunately for you, you’ve already done your cumming earlier today. So I’m going to keep edging you until I’ve had my turn, and only then will I stop.” He wiped the snot and drool hanging off my gag all over my face, an absolute mess, and then slapped me before he continued.
He edged me for what felt like an eternity, my mind numb, my face disgusting, my breaths quick from the sobs. Sir started pumping his cock faster, grunting. He was close, I could tell. Finally he tossed the wand on the floor and grabbed me by the throat, squeezing hard, and blasted his hot cum all over my face and body, getting in my eye and all over my gagged mouth. I was covered in his seed, restrained tightly to the chair and gasping for breath as he let go of my throat. He rubbed his cock all over my face to mix his cum in with my snot and drool, getting it in my hair. All I could smell was that bleach-like scent of his semen.
“You had only two rules today. I’ll be adding more for future days off because of this. For now, I’ll leave you to think about your choices.”
With that, he clipped another weight onto each clamp and I wailed through the gag in pain as he walked away. My nipples were being painfully stretched, my pussy throbbing, my face disgusting, my body aching from the punishing position and pain inflicted on me over the last who-knows-how-long. As he went out of sight my sobs continued, echoing in the quiet house, a testament to my punishment.
I wouldn’t ever break that rule again.