A Cautionary Fantasy
"I agree. She definitely lacks obedience. Turn the Machine off. We will leave her like this for half an hour to ponder her position. Maybe she will learn to accept this." Master strode off, leaving Mistress to turn the Machine off. She left the now-still vibrator in me and followed her husband and Master.
Though my tits were torture, my cunt was complaining at suddenly being abandoned - yet not abandoned, as I could feel the vibrator tantalisingly close to my vagina and clit. If I could sag a tiny bit, maybe I could rub against it. Alas, Mistress knew her craft too well and every time I sagged, my tits were pulled.
After half an hour, in which my tits had gone from screamingly painful to just very sore, the Machine turned on again. I had not realised it was on a timer. I was biting my lip to stop myself from crying out when I was roughly roused again. I didn't dare. I didn't know when Master and Mistress would return, to whip me and punish my tits. I reached the plateau of stimulation just as they returned.
They were smiling.
"Good girl. Turn it up for two minutes as a reward, then back down. We'll see how long it is till she complains, this time."
They amused themselves by playing with each other while the Machine tormented me. Having felt Mistress' fingers in my cunt and Master's strong cock filling me, I ached, watching them fondle each other. I wanted them to fondle *me*, to fuck *me*. As I watched Master finger-fuck his wife in complete silence, I whimpered in frustration.
He reached for his whip with his other hand and deliberately ping-ed one cord holding my tit-clamp. It hurt. He ping-ed the other cord. Then he flicked the whip across my belly before stroking it tenderly between his wife's cunt lips. She had not stopped caressing his cock. Now she pulled him down onto her face so she could make love to his sac.
I don't know which tormented me more, the Machine or watching the two of them make love in the 69 position. I wanted them to do it to me, I wanted to be fucked by both of them again. I NEEDED it. This was torture. The Machine kept me simmering, but I couldn't get to the boil.
Eventually, an hour later, they finished making love, and turned their full attention to me. Mistress stood in front of me and kissed my breasts around the clamps, while Master knelt behind me and slid his finger in alongside the vibrator for a moment before reaching round for my clit.
I was in heaven, they were going to let me cum. He made it blossom easily and then he pinched it hard. I yelped in pain. The next second, I was being thrashed with a cane. Mistress had dropped down and was nuzzling my mound while I was caned.
"To make me stop, all you have to do is be quiet." Master said in my ear. "A successful Mistress or Master has to be able to take pleasure or pain in silence - otherwise how can they teach their slaves? So, are you going to be quiet, and let Mistress play with your clit?"
I nodded. Biting my lip, I stopped howling. He stopped caning me, but Mistress carried on teasing me. I felt him caress my buttocks, and knew what would come next. Sure enough, he found my small hole, and ran his thumb across the opening, caressing me, persuading me.
I braced myself for the pain. It didn't come. There was just that tantalising pressure as Mistress kept me just below climax point.
"Let's see what your stamina is for cumming repeatedly, eh?" Mistress said after a while. She rapidly brought me to my first climax of the morning; I washed her fingers in wetness as I felt it course through me.
Master ran his hand between my thighs and found my still-pulsing hole. He slid a finger in alongside the Machine's vibrator and pressed against my outer wall as Mistress repositioned the Machine to actually stimulate me rather than torment me. I came again and again. Master pressed his thumb into my little hole and I whimpered in pain. Immediately Mistress pulled hard on my tits, making me howl in pain as the clamps bit me. She picked up Master's little whip and began stroking my breasts with it as she said,
"Quiet, girl. I will lash you with this if you whimper once more!"
She turned the Machine up a lot higher. I was being made to cum non-stop now, but I still wanted Master's cock in me more than ever. I wished to myself that he'd ram it into my cunt and fuck me stupid - or I thought I had wished it to myself! Mistress's arm suddenly began plying that whip across my breasts, drawing blood as it bit into the stretched flesh. Clearly I had spoken
As I was dragged from one climax to the next over the next half hour I came to enjoy Master's thumb in me and Mistress's vicious whipping every time I made a sound other than heavy breathing. Master took his thumb out of me, and they changed places. Mistress pushed a small vibrator in the emptiness Master had left. I had to bite back a scream as it went in, but managed it. Master pulled the Machine away from me, not seeming to care if it hurt me, and stood, with his cock standing proud again, in front of me.
"I know you want this. But before you get it, I need to explain something. Your time here is nearly up, we have loved *having* you, isn't that right, dear?" Mistress agreed, but carried on playing with the vibrator.
"If you make a second wish, you will be here for a whole school year in our timeline, including all three holidays. You will be placed with the beginners, for the more experienced pupils to practice on, in addition to our teaching, and you will be subject to all our rules. You will be exposed to both male and female pupils, unlike the book, and only if and when Mistress and I are satisfied you have mastered the basics will you be moved up the school. I doubt you would reach 'Mistress level' in a year though."
He paused.
"If you are rash enough to make the wish for a third time, you will be trapped in our timeline permanently. Is that clear?"
I nodded. 24 hours had felt long enough, despite my enjoyment, and the prospect of a year appalled me. As for being trapped here permanently, I didn't want to think about THAT!
He had been stroking his cock while talking to me, and now reached for me. I was ready for whatever he wanted to do to me. My cunt was desperate to have him in me. I risked a grunt as Mistress turned the vibrator on and pushed it more firmly into me.
Nothing happened.
Master felt for my clit, and rubbed it till I came again. He then slid his huge cock into me. Despite the constant exercise and stimulation I had been given, it still felt almost too big to take in. the vibrator pressed against the wall separating it from his cock and I breathed very heavily as Master fucked me stupid. I washed his cock with my juices as he pushed ever deeper into me.
Suddenly he increased his speed and I came again.
I felt him cum in me.
Then everything went black...
* * * * *
I was back in my bedroom, kneeling by the bookcase. I had just put that book away.
I looked down at my bare breasts; there were no marks on them, no cuts from the whip, yet they, and the rest of me, felt sore. I felt between my legs; I wasn't shaven. My shoulder-length hair was clipped back.
It had been a dream - hadn't it?
"I agree. She definitely lacks obedience. Turn the Machine off. We will leave her like this for half an hour to ponder her position. Maybe she will learn to accept this." Master strode off, leaving Mistress to turn the Machine off. She left the now-still vibrator in me and followed her husband and Master.
Though my tits were torture, my cunt was complaining at suddenly being abandoned - yet not abandoned, as I could feel the vibrator tantalisingly close to my vagina and clit. If I could sag a tiny bit, maybe I could rub against it. Alas, Mistress knew her craft too well and every time I sagged, my tits were pulled.
After half an hour, in which my tits had gone from screamingly painful to just very sore, the Machine turned on again. I had not realised it was on a timer. I was biting my lip to stop myself from crying out when I was roughly roused again. I didn't dare. I didn't know when Master and Mistress would return, to whip me and punish my tits. I reached the plateau of stimulation just as they returned.
They were smiling.
"Good girl. Turn it up for two minutes as a reward, then back down. We'll see how long it is till she complains, this time."
They amused themselves by playing with each other while the Machine tormented me. Having felt Mistress' fingers in my cunt and Master's strong cock filling me, I ached, watching them fondle each other. I wanted them to fondle *me*, to fuck *me*. As I watched Master finger-fuck his wife in complete silence, I whimpered in frustration.
He reached for his whip with his other hand and deliberately ping-ed one cord holding my tit-clamp. It hurt. He ping-ed the other cord. Then he flicked the whip across my belly before stroking it tenderly between his wife's cunt lips. She had not stopped caressing his cock. Now she pulled him down onto her face so she could make love to his sac.
I don't know which tormented me more, the Machine or watching the two of them make love in the 69 position. I wanted them to do it to me, I wanted to be fucked by both of them again. I NEEDED it. This was torture. The Machine kept me simmering, but I couldn't get to the boil.
Eventually, an hour later, they finished making love, and turned their full attention to me. Mistress stood in front of me and kissed my breasts around the clamps, while Master knelt behind me and slid his finger in alongside the vibrator for a moment before reaching round for my clit.
I was in heaven, they were going to let me cum. He made it blossom easily and then he pinched it hard. I yelped in pain. The next second, I was being thrashed with a cane. Mistress had dropped down and was nuzzling my mound while I was caned.
"To make me stop, all you have to do is be quiet." Master said in my ear. "A successful Mistress or Master has to be able to take pleasure or pain in silence - otherwise how can they teach their slaves? So, are you going to be quiet, and let Mistress play with your clit?"
I nodded. Biting my lip, I stopped howling. He stopped caning me, but Mistress carried on teasing me. I felt him caress my buttocks, and knew what would come next. Sure enough, he found my small hole, and ran his thumb across the opening, caressing me, persuading me.
I braced myself for the pain. It didn't come. There was just that tantalising pressure as Mistress kept me just below climax point.
"Let's see what your stamina is for cumming repeatedly, eh?" Mistress said after a while. She rapidly brought me to my first climax of the morning; I washed her fingers in wetness as I felt it course through me.
Master ran his hand between my thighs and found my still-pulsing hole. He slid a finger in alongside the Machine's vibrator and pressed against my outer wall as Mistress repositioned the Machine to actually stimulate me rather than torment me. I came again and again. Master pressed his thumb into my little hole and I whimpered in pain. Immediately Mistress pulled hard on my tits, making me howl in pain as the clamps bit me. She picked up Master's little whip and began stroking my breasts with it as she said,
"Quiet, girl. I will lash you with this if you whimper once more!"
She turned the Machine up a lot higher. I was being made to cum non-stop now, but I still wanted Master's cock in me more than ever. I wished to myself that he'd ram it into my cunt and fuck me stupid - or I thought I had wished it to myself! Mistress's arm suddenly began plying that whip across my breasts, drawing blood as it bit into the stretched flesh. Clearly I had spoken
As I was dragged from one climax to the next over the next half hour I came to enjoy Master's thumb in me and Mistress's vicious whipping every time I made a sound other than heavy breathing. Master took his thumb out of me, and they changed places. Mistress pushed a small vibrator in the emptiness Master had left. I had to bite back a scream as it went in, but managed it. Master pulled the Machine away from me, not seeming to care if it hurt me, and stood, with his cock standing proud again, in front of me.
"I know you want this. But before you get it, I need to explain something. Your time here is nearly up, we have loved *having* you, isn't that right, dear?" Mistress agreed, but carried on playing with the vibrator.
"If you make a second wish, you will be here for a whole school year in our timeline, including all three holidays. You will be placed with the beginners, for the more experienced pupils to practice on, in addition to our teaching, and you will be subject to all our rules. You will be exposed to both male and female pupils, unlike the book, and only if and when Mistress and I are satisfied you have mastered the basics will you be moved up the school. I doubt you would reach 'Mistress level' in a year though."
He paused.
"If you are rash enough to make the wish for a third time, you will be trapped in our timeline permanently. Is that clear?"
I nodded. 24 hours had felt long enough, despite my enjoyment, and the prospect of a year appalled me. As for being trapped here permanently, I didn't want to think about THAT!
He had been stroking his cock while talking to me, and now reached for me. I was ready for whatever he wanted to do to me. My cunt was desperate to have him in me. I risked a grunt as Mistress turned the vibrator on and pushed it more firmly into me.
Nothing happened.
Master felt for my clit, and rubbed it till I came again. He then slid his huge cock into me. Despite the constant exercise and stimulation I had been given, it still felt almost too big to take in. the vibrator pressed against the wall separating it from his cock and I breathed very heavily as Master fucked me stupid. I washed his cock with my juices as he pushed ever deeper into me.
Suddenly he increased his speed and I came again.
I felt him cum in me.
Then everything went black...
* * * * *
I was back in my bedroom, kneeling by the bookcase. I had just put that book away.
I looked down at my bare breasts; there were no marks on them, no cuts from the whip, yet they, and the rest of me, felt sore. I felt between my legs; I wasn't shaven. My shoulder-length hair was clipped back.
It had been a dream - hadn't it?
