She screamed as her mistress pushed the rest of the huge dildo into her in one go. And there the slave lay feeling full to the brim, still aching but hornier than she had ever been in her life.
“Fuck me!” she cried and her mistress complied, pulling the dildo almost all the way out before pushing it hard back in. The slave cried out again in pleasure screaming for more and the mistress kept working the dildo fucking her slave with the biggest dildo ever made. “Oh Jesus, harder, more,” she shouted and then fearfully, “Mistress does your slut have permission to cum?”
“Not yet slave” came the reply.
And the slave tried to hold back her raging pussy for one moment longer but she was on the brink of orgasm and the dildo rammed again into her stretched pussy and she lost control, screaming as a wave of orgasm rushed through her body. Her mistress did not stop pumping though and each thrust took her to a new level of pleasure. Then she peaked and fell back onto the table exhausted.
The mistress smiled; she had been waiting for an excuse to punish her slave, because although the slut had been doing as ordered because she had no other choice she had yet to fear her mistress or feel real humility because she had never disobeyed her to any great extent. But now the mistress would have a chance to test out the punishment she had had in mind and so complete the training of her slave.
The slave was still tied to the table her pussy stretched and full, raging to be touched when the mistress left her. The slave knew all too well what she had done. There was no need for the mistress to shout or tell her she was to be punished. The mistress’s word was final and now she had betrayed it. But she did not know what her punishment was to be. She lay there, her mind spinning between the pleasure in her pussy, the pain in her breasts and nipples and the fear of her coming punishment. It came soon enough.
After an hour or so the slave heard her mistress’ boot heels clicking down the stairs of the dungeon. The slave shivered.
“Mistress, I am so sorry. Please…” she began to say but a ball gag was thrust into her mouth and the straps fastened tightly round behind her head, over the top and under her chin causing her to bite down hard on the ball. She couldn’t make a sound.
“I know you are my dear little slut,” said the mistress consolingly, “but I must punish you properly so that you will learn from your mistakes and will understand the importance of my orders.”
The slave nodded slightly, knowing she was powerless to resist.
“Your punishment will be in two parts,” the mistress continued. “The first will be pain; the second, humiliation. This will teach you that you are a slave, my slave. I can make you do anything I want, you will obey my orders and you will not cum without permission. Is that clear slut?”
Again the slave nodded.
Restraint by restraint, the mistress unlocked the slave’s ties from the table and after attaching a lead to the ring in the front of her steel collar she pulled her slave upright and led her to the centre of the dungeon where she tied the lead to a ring in the ceiling. She then clicked the tiny button on the side of the nipple clamps and removed them. The pain of blood returning caused a whimper from behind the gag. She then unbuckled the leather straps, which still restrained the slave’s breasts and then removed the bondage bra.
Finally she reached down and stroked the slave’s sopping pussy. Moving very slowly she reached between her legs and pulled out the huge dildo. Again the slave moaned as an overpowering sense of emptiness engulfed her. She was left naked but for her leather boots, her collar, restraints, leather gloves and the ball gag fillin
g her mouth entirely. She rubbed her legs together trying to moan past the gag but she could make no sound. The mistress smiled and untied the lead from the ceiling. The slave was led over to another part of the dungeon where a metal frame stood. It was in the shape of a square with a single cross bar just below the height of the slave’s waist. She was pulled over to stand with the crossbar against the front of her legs. The Mistress kneeled down behind her, pulled her legs wide apart and locked her ankles to two rings on the bottom bar of the frame. She was spread wide, her ass and pussy open. The mistress walked round the frame and pulling down on the slave’s lead, forced her to bend over. Then she quickly padlocked the slave’s wrist restraints to her ankles. She unclipped the lead and the slave was left securely tied, bent at the waist over the cross bar of the metal frame, ass high in the air. The slave tested this new bondage and found it complete. The spreader bar prevented her from moving her legs at all and she was pulled tightly over the cross bar so that she had no movement in her arms and couldn’t even slide her ass sideways along the bar. She loved the feeling of being completely at the mercy of her mistress and began to get even hornier. She wished she was in this position for a fucking but realising she was not reminded her of what was to come and filled her with terror. The mistress left her there for a while to appreciate her situation. She walked over to a cupboard in the corner of the dungeon where she kept her whips; the slave tried to turn her head to see where she was going but couldn’t. The mistress picked out a black leather flogger. It consisted of a handle with thirty or forty leather thongs coming out of it. Each thong had a knot tied in the end. It was perfect for what she had planned.
The mistress walked back over to where her slave wriggled vainly and began to tell her what was to happen.
“Slave. This is a flogger.” The mistress held the flogger down so that the slave could see it. “I am going to whip that little ass of yours with it. Pain will teach you to obey orders. You will get twenty flogs on each ass cheek. Enjoy it my little slut.”
With that she stood back and the first whip landed on the slave’s unprotected ass. The slave’s muscles tightened and her neck arched with the pain of the first searing slash. She screamed behind her gag but could make no sound. The mistress left no time for her to recover, landing another, harder lash down on her other ass cheek. The mistress continued, counting each flog aloud, never leaving enough time for the slave to recover. The slave struggled against her bondage, her muscles rippling but to no use and she soon collapsed into the bonds, her breaths coming in short gasps while tears flowed from her eyes, but then the mistress stopped. Her breathing continued, heavy. Her ass felt as if it was on fire. She could feel the mark that each lash had made on her bare ass as if she had been branded. But still the mistress did not strike and the slave realised that it was over. The mistress had counted her forty strokes.
The mistress left her there for a while and walked back over to the cupboard and replaced the flogger. She stood there for a while as if browsing and finally reached out and took a black riding crop. She was not yet done with her slave. She walked firmly back towards her slave admiring the colour of her ass and wondering if she could take any more pain yet. The slave still lay over the cross bar of the frame her muscles lax. The mistress walked round to her front and whispered to her, “It’s not over yet. I haven't paid those tits of yours any attention.”
With that she unlocked the slave’s wrists from her ankles and pulling her upright locked them behind her back. She then picked up a leather strap off a table and used it to buckle the slave’s elbows tightly together. The slave moaned as her breasts were pushed forward but her brain was not yet registering what was happening. The mistress then clicked two catches and removed the cross bar from the frame. Propping it against a wall, she walked over to another cupboard behind her and removed a number of leather straps, which looked rather like the bondage bra the slave had been wearing earlier. These she attached to the two vertical and to the top bar of the frame so that two circles of leather were suspended just in front of the slave’s breasts. The mistress loosened the first one and pulled the slave’s breast into it before tightening it up with a buckle. She then did the same with the other buckle. The slave stood tied to her frame, breasts proudly thrust forward forming globes beyond the tight constriction of the leather straps, her nipples firmly erect.
The mistress then brought out her crop and flexed it in front of her slave. “Slave you will now be spanked with this crop. Your tits need to learn, like your ass has done, the cost of disobeying me.”
The slave shook her head desperately but there was no escape. She could feel her breasts throbbing and swelling in their bondage and she tried to move. There was almost no movement in her chest as the supporting straps of her breast bondage were pulled very tight and there was none in her arms or legs. She stood looking at the crop with horror and thinking of what it would do to her sensitive swollen breasts. Suddenly, without warning the mistress brought the crop sharply down on the slave’s breast, filling it with fire. The slave screamed but the gag filling her mouth muffled it to a silent groaning. As the burning pain in her breast began to subside the next stroke fell, this time on the other breast.
“Two,” the mistress counted.
The pain of the whipping soon brought the slave back to reality and she struggled in her restraints trying to avoid the blazing pain of the crop. But even slight movements caused tugging on her bound breasts and they ached sharply. Slowly the fight was spanked out of her and she began to sag in her bonds. Her breasts took the weight and she was forced to pull herself upright again. Her head spun and darkness closed in as she began to lose consciousness. But it did not quite depart. The pain had stopped, her breasts, now bright red, smouldered. The mist cleared from the slave’s eyes and she looked up, but at that moment the mistress brought down the last two strokes in quick succession. One on each of the slave’s swollen nipples. The pain rocketed through the slave’s body and her whole body stiffened and she swayed ready to pass out, but she remained standing and the mistress smiled.
“Your pain is nearly over now,” she said, “there is just one more area which needs a lesson.”
The mistress placed the crop down on a table and stepping forward unbuckled the leather straps from around the slave’s breasts. They were swollen to much larger than their normal size and were bright red, here and there welts rose up off the skin. The mistress gently rubbed a cream into them enjoying their size. She then removed the leather straps from the frame and the slave was left standing, her legs still spread wide by the ankle restraints.
The mistress walked slowly round behind her slave letting the psychological impact of the fact that her punishment was not over sink in. She unbuckled the leather strap, which held the slave’s elbows, and then unlocked the slave’s wrists. The slave was too weak to resist when the mistress pulled her arms up and locked her wrist restraints to two rings close together in the top bar of the frame. She then unlocked the slave’s ankle restraints and the slave was able to stand with her feet together, which she moved to do, slowly and painfully. The mistress walked round to the front of the frame and reaching up attached two chains to rings in the ceiling about three feet from the top bar of the frame. The ends of the chains hung at the same height as the slave’s wrist restraints though much father apart. The mistress then bent down and firmly grabbed the slave’s ankle. She then stood, pulling the ankle up off the ground so that the slave was left standing on one leg. The mistress then locked the ankle’s restraint to the end of the first chain. She repeated the operation with the other leg leaving the slave suspended her legs held wide apart showing off her shaven pussy.
“Now my pet we will finish your pain.”
The mistress took up the crop again and began to pat its hard leather tip on her slave’s wide open pussy. She used it to circle her wet pussy hole and even stroked its corner against her clit. The slave moaned and arched her back slightly. Without warning the mistress drew the crop back and brought it down as hard as she could on the slave’s pussy. Fire exploded in the slave’s brain eradicating all thought. The darkness took her.
The mistress slowly unlocked her slave’s restraints and lowered her to the floor. She took a thick leather blindfold from a drawer and buckled it tightly over the slave’s eyes. She was not to see anything when she finally woke up. The mistress then gently spread the girl’s legs and pushed a small vibrator into her sopping pussy. She set it to a slow pulse, she wanted her slave horny but not to cum. She would not be allowed to cum until her punishment was over. She then pulled a pair of latex panties onto the slave to stop the vibrator sliding out of her pussy. Then she attached chains to each of her ankles and pulling them back clipped them to her wrists holding her in a loose hog tie.