Long blond hair obscured her face as she knelt contrite at his feet awaiting her fate. She knew she’d done wrong but had been unable to help herself. He’d known soon as he came home, he could see the glow in her face. She hadn’t dared deny her transgression. While he was gone she’d taken a toy and serviced herself, needing that sweet release. Now she knew she’d pay for her actions. She had no right to play with that which was his. Prostrated she didn’t even dare glance at the toe of his black boot, her head rested against as he stood silently above her. He held the offending toy in his hand. The thick black vibrator looked obscene as he stared at it and her in disappointment. He walked away, and she dared to glance up watching as he gathered every toy in the bedroom and through them in a huge locked box at the end of his bed. Then he went through the house gathering up more that were scattered throughout rooms. Throwing the last of them in the box he slammed the lid and slid home the lock to which only he had the key.
“Since I can’t trust you to obey when I’m not around these will be locked up from now on.” He told her.
“Yes Master.” She replied without lifting her head.
Once again his boots appeared in her peripheral vision. He stood quietly for so long she was starting to sweat and shiver. Then without saying a word he grabbed her outstretched hands and pulled her up roughly. He led her in silence to the playroom off to the side of the bedroom. It was not very large about the size of a big bathroom. He pulled her over to the wall that had eyehooks installed into the wall with wrist cuffs attached, and roughly cuffed her to the wall. Kneeling he spread her legs and attached each ankle to a cuff as well so she was left spread out in an x shape on the wall. Going over to the table in corner he returned with an eye mask and ball gag. Expertly he placed the eye mask over her eyes, blocking her sight of him, then he forced the ball gag into her mouth and fastened it tightly in place. She could now hear him but not see him.
“I have to go back to work since my lunch hour was ruined girl. I am too angry to punish you right now anyway so you’ll stay here and think about things till I get home.”
She heard his steps cross the floor and the little light she could see through the mask was extinguished leaving her in darkness. The door slammed and she was left alone naked and vulnerable. Silent sobs wracked her body as she wished she could take the whole morning back again. Remembering their tender goodbyes that morning and her promise to be good. She shivered in self recrimination and remorse. He almost never came home for lunch and they had been so busy lately they had not had time to play for weeks. She was so horny the toys just beckoned her to play. Without even thinking about it as she moved around the house naked cleaning she picked up her favorite vibrator and lying down on the couch thought of her Master and proceeded to fuck her pussy good. Without warning the door was open and her Master stood there with that look on his face. She’d dropped the offending toy and was prostrate at his feet in an instant but the damage had been done and could not be undone.
Sighing heavily she hung her head, arms and wrists aching horribly as she shivered thinking of his anger and the punishment to come. Knowing she deserved every second only made the pain in her heart that much worse. She was proud to be his and knew as his property she had no right to play, alter, or touch his stuff without his permission, and that included herself. Putting on make up and washing was one thing, but she knew playing with herself was strictly forbidden without permission. She had no clue what evilness had got inside her, but wished with all her heart she could take it back.
Time drifted slowly and the pain in her wrists intensified till she couldn’t even concentrate on anything but the ache that kept growing and spreading. Tears leaked out from under the mask, and her nose started to run. Swallowing through the gag she tried to wet her dry sore throat. At last she heard the soft click of the door, and a small amount of light drifted through the blindfold, almost too bright to bear after hours in the dark. She heard footfalls but no one spoke and her heart pounded in fear. She felt a hand grab her chin and force her head back and forth as someone inspected her face. A rag was swiped across her tear stained face and drippy nose and she was relieved to smell her Master’s scent on it. She almost collapsed as the wrist and ankle cuffs were released but he held her up, till she got her feet under her. Still not a word was spoken and her heart beat fast in fear. She wished she could kneel and beg forgiveness but the gag wasn’t removed and her feet wouldn’t hold her up if she tried right now.
Pulling her to the center of the room she was forced to her knees and felt her arms yanked behind her back. If she hadn’t had the gag in she would have screamed from the pain. Rope was knotted around her wrists and wound up her arm. Another was knotted around her chest and breasts tightly. Soon she was pulled back to her feet and felt herself lifted till barely her toes touched the ground. She knew he must have fastened her to the suspension bar in the middle of the room. She heard him tie off the line on the wall leaving her dangling with her feet barely touching the floor. She had thought she was in pain earlier, but it was nothing to the pain of her body straining to support itself while dangling from the ceiling. She heard a sharp swish and winced. She recognized the sound of him warming up his bullwhip. It had never been used on her before, though she’d seen him practice hitting branches or items he’d set up for that purpose. She tried to turn away from where the sound was coming from, but was unable to move at all. Then a sharp slash of fire burned across her ass. She moaned and wiggled uselessly as another line of fire settled on her back. After three strokes she lost track as he wielded the whip with expert precision lining her thighs, ass, and lower back with welts that burned with an evilness she’d never felt before. By the time he stopped and she heard him curling up the whip she was wet with sweat and tears. Her body shaking horribly as her toes quivered trying to keep a purchase on the floor beneath her. Finally he grabbed her hair pulling it back harshly.
“Now since you felt so neglected you felt you had to fill your hole yourself I shall help you fill it so you won’t have the urge again girl.” He growled into her ear as she quivered and whimpered trying to speak through the gag and beg forgiveness.
She heard other footsteps into the room and she trembled violently wondering what was next. She felt someone standing behind her breathing on her neck as her Master stood in front of her, and she hung her head in shame. Her Master’s hand grabbed her chin and forced her head back up.
“First rule: you’re mine and you will conduct yourself with pride, girl.”
She raised her head, swallowing with difficulty and tried to stand proudly, at least as proudly as she could dangling at the end of a rope with her toes barely grazing the ground.
“Good girl.” He whispered.
Her gag was slipped off and she could breathe once again. She gladly tried to gulp air into her starving lungs, as her eye mask was removed as well. Standing before her was her beloved Master. She blinked, trying to clear the tears out of her eyes, and see through the burning overhead light. Another man came around her and she was looking into the eyes of her Master’s friend Stan. She gulped feeling very vulnerable as she dangled naked before his gaze. Looking down but not lowering her head again she realized he was naked as well and his hard on was bulging up toward her. She whimpered and looked at her Master, but saw no mercy in his eyes. Stan went once again behind her and he felt his heated hands on her thighs as his hands grazed her welts. She cried out, but that only seemed to excite him. He roughly grabbed her waist and pushing against her she felt his penis pushing against her ass. Her Master just sat and watched, impassive, as Stan shoved himself deep in her anus, making her cry out and wiggle helplessly in her bonds.
Stan leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “I’ve always wanted you, thank you for fucking up and giving me this opportunity.”
Tears leaked down her face as she realized she had fucked up and everything that was happening was no one’s fault but her own. Her Master stepped forward and shoved his own hard penis deep in her pussy as she threw back her head and whimpered at the rough intrusion.
“Mine!” he growled into her ear right before he bit it hard.
Moving lower he bit her neck and shoulder. Reaching up he pinched her breasts peeking through the ropes hard as he continued to pound deep in her as Stan met him stroke for stroke from the rear. She was almost lifted off her feet with each deep stroke they made. She could swear they were going to rip her in two, and the pain was unbelievable. Her shoulders and back screamed from the strain of hanging so long, and Stan banged into her arms hard with each deep thrust in her sore ass. She could feel the welts flaring to life bringing even more pain in misery. Stan moaned and grunted, his penis thrusting as he shot his load deep inside her, his fingers bruising her side as he held her tight, thrusting against her uncontrollably till he was at last spent and slowly slipped out of her. She could feel his nasty sperm dripping down her thighs and she would have hung her head in shame if her Master’s earlier warning about being proud to be his property wasn’t ringing in her ears. Her Master came soon after, his hands reaching around to dig into her ass right where a huge welt was causing more tears to drip, but she never lowered her eyes, watching him as he shot his load deep in his pussy. Stan stepped back and smirked at her, as her Master slowly backed away looking at her.
Stan said, “I can’t wait for next time.”
“There won’t be a next time so I hope you enjoyed my girl.” Her Master replied grabbing Stan’s arm and propelling him from the room.
Stan sputtered and whined all the way out but she heard her Master shove him out of the bedroom door and slam it closed in his face, even as he still pleaded for another go. Her Master returned to the room and slowly proceeded to loosen the ropes and lower her to the floor. Grabbing a blanket her wrapped her up and pulled her into his lap rocking her gently, her head against his heart.
“I know this will never have to be repeated.” He told her looking down into her eyes.
“No Master.” She replied wincing from all the aches and pains in her body, but more so from the one in her soul from not obeying her Master.
He gently picked her up in his arms and took her to the tub to wash away the dried blood and semen secure in the knowledge that he’d never have a repeat of this offense. She lay quietly secure in her place, and just happy she’d been punished and not released. Now it was over she knew it was forgotten and would never be repeated or brought up again. Later lying in bed, her head pillowed on his chest, his arms wrapped around her, she thought how lucky she was and how she’d almost fucked it all up. She promised to never do so again, as she slowly drifted off to sleep listening to his gentle breathing.
“Since I can’t trust you to obey when I’m not around these will be locked up from now on.” He told her.
“Yes Master.” She replied without lifting her head.
Once again his boots appeared in her peripheral vision. He stood quietly for so long she was starting to sweat and shiver. Then without saying a word he grabbed her outstretched hands and pulled her up roughly. He led her in silence to the playroom off to the side of the bedroom. It was not very large about the size of a big bathroom. He pulled her over to the wall that had eyehooks installed into the wall with wrist cuffs attached, and roughly cuffed her to the wall. Kneeling he spread her legs and attached each ankle to a cuff as well so she was left spread out in an x shape on the wall. Going over to the table in corner he returned with an eye mask and ball gag. Expertly he placed the eye mask over her eyes, blocking her sight of him, then he forced the ball gag into her mouth and fastened it tightly in place. She could now hear him but not see him.
“I have to go back to work since my lunch hour was ruined girl. I am too angry to punish you right now anyway so you’ll stay here and think about things till I get home.”
She heard his steps cross the floor and the little light she could see through the mask was extinguished leaving her in darkness. The door slammed and she was left alone naked and vulnerable. Silent sobs wracked her body as she wished she could take the whole morning back again. Remembering their tender goodbyes that morning and her promise to be good. She shivered in self recrimination and remorse. He almost never came home for lunch and they had been so busy lately they had not had time to play for weeks. She was so horny the toys just beckoned her to play. Without even thinking about it as she moved around the house naked cleaning she picked up her favorite vibrator and lying down on the couch thought of her Master and proceeded to fuck her pussy good. Without warning the door was open and her Master stood there with that look on his face. She’d dropped the offending toy and was prostrate at his feet in an instant but the damage had been done and could not be undone.
Sighing heavily she hung her head, arms and wrists aching horribly as she shivered thinking of his anger and the punishment to come. Knowing she deserved every second only made the pain in her heart that much worse. She was proud to be his and knew as his property she had no right to play, alter, or touch his stuff without his permission, and that included herself. Putting on make up and washing was one thing, but she knew playing with herself was strictly forbidden without permission. She had no clue what evilness had got inside her, but wished with all her heart she could take it back.
Time drifted slowly and the pain in her wrists intensified till she couldn’t even concentrate on anything but the ache that kept growing and spreading. Tears leaked out from under the mask, and her nose started to run. Swallowing through the gag she tried to wet her dry sore throat. At last she heard the soft click of the door, and a small amount of light drifted through the blindfold, almost too bright to bear after hours in the dark. She heard footfalls but no one spoke and her heart pounded in fear. She felt a hand grab her chin and force her head back and forth as someone inspected her face. A rag was swiped across her tear stained face and drippy nose and she was relieved to smell her Master’s scent on it. She almost collapsed as the wrist and ankle cuffs were released but he held her up, till she got her feet under her. Still not a word was spoken and her heart beat fast in fear. She wished she could kneel and beg forgiveness but the gag wasn’t removed and her feet wouldn’t hold her up if she tried right now.
Pulling her to the center of the room she was forced to her knees and felt her arms yanked behind her back. If she hadn’t had the gag in she would have screamed from the pain. Rope was knotted around her wrists and wound up her arm. Another was knotted around her chest and breasts tightly. Soon she was pulled back to her feet and felt herself lifted till barely her toes touched the ground. She knew he must have fastened her to the suspension bar in the middle of the room. She heard him tie off the line on the wall leaving her dangling with her feet barely touching the floor. She had thought she was in pain earlier, but it was nothing to the pain of her body straining to support itself while dangling from the ceiling. She heard a sharp swish and winced. She recognized the sound of him warming up his bullwhip. It had never been used on her before, though she’d seen him practice hitting branches or items he’d set up for that purpose. She tried to turn away from where the sound was coming from, but was unable to move at all. Then a sharp slash of fire burned across her ass. She moaned and wiggled uselessly as another line of fire settled on her back. After three strokes she lost track as he wielded the whip with expert precision lining her thighs, ass, and lower back with welts that burned with an evilness she’d never felt before. By the time he stopped and she heard him curling up the whip she was wet with sweat and tears. Her body shaking horribly as her toes quivered trying to keep a purchase on the floor beneath her. Finally he grabbed her hair pulling it back harshly.
“Now since you felt so neglected you felt you had to fill your hole yourself I shall help you fill it so you won’t have the urge again girl.” He growled into her ear as she quivered and whimpered trying to speak through the gag and beg forgiveness.
She heard other footsteps into the room and she trembled violently wondering what was next. She felt someone standing behind her breathing on her neck as her Master stood in front of her, and she hung her head in shame. Her Master’s hand grabbed her chin and forced her head back up.
“First rule: you’re mine and you will conduct yourself with pride, girl.”
She raised her head, swallowing with difficulty and tried to stand proudly, at least as proudly as she could dangling at the end of a rope with her toes barely grazing the ground.
“Good girl.” He whispered.
Her gag was slipped off and she could breathe once again. She gladly tried to gulp air into her starving lungs, as her eye mask was removed as well. Standing before her was her beloved Master. She blinked, trying to clear the tears out of her eyes, and see through the burning overhead light. Another man came around her and she was looking into the eyes of her Master’s friend Stan. She gulped feeling very vulnerable as she dangled naked before his gaze. Looking down but not lowering her head again she realized he was naked as well and his hard on was bulging up toward her. She whimpered and looked at her Master, but saw no mercy in his eyes. Stan went once again behind her and he felt his heated hands on her thighs as his hands grazed her welts. She cried out, but that only seemed to excite him. He roughly grabbed her waist and pushing against her she felt his penis pushing against her ass. Her Master just sat and watched, impassive, as Stan shoved himself deep in her anus, making her cry out and wiggle helplessly in her bonds.
Stan leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “I’ve always wanted you, thank you for fucking up and giving me this opportunity.”
Tears leaked down her face as she realized she had fucked up and everything that was happening was no one’s fault but her own. Her Master stepped forward and shoved his own hard penis deep in her pussy as she threw back her head and whimpered at the rough intrusion.
“Mine!” he growled into her ear right before he bit it hard.
Moving lower he bit her neck and shoulder. Reaching up he pinched her breasts peeking through the ropes hard as he continued to pound deep in her as Stan met him stroke for stroke from the rear. She was almost lifted off her feet with each deep stroke they made. She could swear they were going to rip her in two, and the pain was unbelievable. Her shoulders and back screamed from the strain of hanging so long, and Stan banged into her arms hard with each deep thrust in her sore ass. She could feel the welts flaring to life bringing even more pain in misery. Stan moaned and grunted, his penis thrusting as he shot his load deep inside her, his fingers bruising her side as he held her tight, thrusting against her uncontrollably till he was at last spent and slowly slipped out of her. She could feel his nasty sperm dripping down her thighs and she would have hung her head in shame if her Master’s earlier warning about being proud to be his property wasn’t ringing in her ears. Her Master came soon after, his hands reaching around to dig into her ass right where a huge welt was causing more tears to drip, but she never lowered her eyes, watching him as he shot his load deep in his pussy. Stan stepped back and smirked at her, as her Master slowly backed away looking at her.
Stan said, “I can’t wait for next time.”
“There won’t be a next time so I hope you enjoyed my girl.” Her Master replied grabbing Stan’s arm and propelling him from the room.
Stan sputtered and whined all the way out but she heard her Master shove him out of the bedroom door and slam it closed in his face, even as he still pleaded for another go. Her Master returned to the room and slowly proceeded to loosen the ropes and lower her to the floor. Grabbing a blanket her wrapped her up and pulled her into his lap rocking her gently, her head against his heart.
“I know this will never have to be repeated.” He told her looking down into her eyes.
“No Master.” She replied wincing from all the aches and pains in her body, but more so from the one in her soul from not obeying her Master.
He gently picked her up in his arms and took her to the tub to wash away the dried blood and semen secure in the knowledge that he’d never have a repeat of this offense. She lay quietly secure in her place, and just happy she’d been punished and not released. Now it was over she knew it was forgotten and would never be repeated or brought up again. Later lying in bed, her head pillowed on his chest, his arms wrapped around her, she thought how lucky she was and how she’d almost fucked it all up. She promised to never do so again, as she slowly drifted off to sleep listening to his gentle breathing.
