I have just finished putting Master’s dinner on the table as he walks through the door. I get on my knees, head bowed in proper position.
“Go to the Punisher,” He commands.
My mind screams, “No! Anything but that!” But I hear myself say, “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” and move quickly knowing He is angry and any hesitation would bring more pain.
The Punisher was a custom built chair with a 9” dildo built into it. I had to impale myself on it and was blindfolded and restrained. The Punisher was also hydraulic and remotely operated. Master could control how fast or slow, high or low it thrust into me.
Once I am restrained, Master asks me, “Do you know why you’re being punished, slave?”
My mind is racing, could He know I went shopping instead of staying in the house as He commanded? NO, I was too cautious. He couldn’t possibly know.
“No, Master,” I say.
“Well now you have time to think about it, don’t you, bitch??”
I hear Him moving around the house then settling down to eat His dinner. I want to cry, I’d wanted tonight to be special for Master and somehow it went terribly wrong. I hear him push away from the table and come towards me. He grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back.
“Now do you know why you’re being punished?”
“No, Master, I’m sorry, Master,” I say.
“Why do you continue to resist confessing?” He demands.
“Nothing to confess, Master. I do what I am told to keep Master happy, Sir.” He lets me go and walks away in disgust.
I hear Him move toward the bedroom. OH NO, He will surely know I left the house now. It seems like an eternity before He returns.
“Do you still resist the truth, my pet?” He’s calmed down thank heavens.
“No, Master.” My mouth goes dry with anticipation,
“May I have a drink of water, Master?” I hear Him go to the kitchen and bring back a glass of water.
“Why will you not confess, little one? They say confession is good for the soul, and after all, I own you and that is MY soul, is it not?”
“Yes, Master. It is your soul, Master.” I start to confess as the phone rings.
I panic. How did it ring? Who fixed the line? What was going on? I hear Master on the phone saying, “Sorry, she can not come to the phone, she’s a little tied up at the moment.” Master returns to me saying, “You were about to say something?”
I confess to everything, cutting the phone line, leaving the house, going shopping, but could not confess to what I purchased.
“May I ask a question, Master?”
He sighs heavily, “Yes, you may.” My Master is becoming angry again due to my refusal to tell him everything.
“How did you know, Master?” I am still in shock.
“I came home at lunchtime to surprise you, and you weren’t here. I thought maybe you went next door to the neighbors, but when I picked up the phone there was no dial tone. I had the phone line repaired this afternoon. I talked to the neighbor and they saw you cut the line. Why did you cut the line, slave?” Knowing I am beyond all help, I tell the truth.
“I am sorry, Master. I thought you would get a message saying the line was out of order, Master.”
He releases me from The Punisher and tells me to go to my corner. I go as fast as I can knowing I’ve already defied Him too many times today. As I walk past the bed, I see the torn paper, but the box is gone. In the box is a new hand whip, engraved with MASTER on it. All I could think is He knows, and is disappointed in me. He brings me a sandwich and asks if I have anything else to say. “No, Master.”
“Very well, lets begin your punishment,” He says.
I am given 50 swats with His hand, which I count out dutifully. Then He stands me up, gets behind me and breathes in my ear, “Will you defy me again, slave?” His breath in my ear and on my neck gives me goose bumps and it takes everything I have not to fall to my knees. “ Do you think your punishment is done yet, slave?”
Trembling with fear and anticipation I say, “No, Master.”
He pulls me to the bed, where I am bound face down. I hear Him moving around the room wondering what He is searching for. I hear the snap of the whip, and I start trembling with real fear like I’ve never known. This was the one that was always threatened but never used. I hear Him snap it again and again.
“Are you ready for the rest of your punishment, bitch?”
I resolve myself to my punishment as I say, “Yes, Master, Thank you, Master.”
He comes closer to the bed and gently touches me with His hands, sliding them ever so slowly up my legs. At the first touch I start to shake, wondering what game He is playing. He gently touches me, and I start to relax. Then He goes back to the box where all the implements are. I hear Him looking for something, unsure of what is coming next. I hear Him come back and He gently rubs my ass, then suddenly “whack.” I cry out more out of surprise than actual pain. I dutifully count off the 25 swats. He releases me from my bonds and tells me to suck His hard cock. I get on my knees and gently take Him in my mouth and start sucking as hard as I can, teasing Him with my tongue and playing with His balls. I take Him out of my mouth and start licking and sucking each of His balls, enjoying His moans of pleasure. I take His hard cock back in my mouth and tease him as much as I can. He roughly pulls me up, spins me around, and slams His hard cock into my pussy. I feel the muscles tighten and try not to cum. He feels me tighten up.
“DO NOT cum, bitch, I have not given you permission.”
I am fighting as hard as I can not to. He is rough with me but He knows I love it this way. Every time I start to get close to cumming, He stops moving and I groan in frustration. I start to wiggle my ass hoping to cum. Master knows this trick and slaps my ass hard.
“Don’t even try it or things will get worse, bitch.”
I finally slow down my breathing and wonder why he hasn’t started moving again. I know better than to turn around. The anticipation is building when suddenly He starts thrusting, long hard strokes. Then He pulls out of my pussy and without mercy slams His hard cock in my ass. I scream with the initial shock and pain. I am given only a few seconds to accept Him before He starts thrusting.
After a couple minutes, He pulls me up by my hair so He can whisper to me, “How do you like this, bitch?” as He reaches around and starts playing with my clit. He’s thrusting harder and faster and teasing my clit when He suddenly inserts 2 fingers and plays with my clit with his thumb.
I start crying out, “ Oh God, Oh my God.”
He says, “God will have mercy with you, but I won’t.” He’s thrusting harder and faster finally telling me the words I want to hear.
“Cum NOW you slut.”
I cum in a rush as I never have before. I feel Him cum in my ass as I am cumming and tightening up my ass muscle milking Him dry.
He helps me on the bed, where He curls up behind me and holds me close. I hear Him say in my ear as I am falling asleep, “Thank you for the birthday present, my pet.” My last coherent thought as I fade off to sleep is Happy Birthday Master.
“Go to the Punisher,” He commands.
My mind screams, “No! Anything but that!” But I hear myself say, “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” and move quickly knowing He is angry and any hesitation would bring more pain.
The Punisher was a custom built chair with a 9” dildo built into it. I had to impale myself on it and was blindfolded and restrained. The Punisher was also hydraulic and remotely operated. Master could control how fast or slow, high or low it thrust into me.
Once I am restrained, Master asks me, “Do you know why you’re being punished, slave?”
My mind is racing, could He know I went shopping instead of staying in the house as He commanded? NO, I was too cautious. He couldn’t possibly know.
“No, Master,” I say.
“Well now you have time to think about it, don’t you, bitch??”
I hear Him moving around the house then settling down to eat His dinner. I want to cry, I’d wanted tonight to be special for Master and somehow it went terribly wrong. I hear him push away from the table and come towards me. He grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back.
“Now do you know why you’re being punished?”
“No, Master, I’m sorry, Master,” I say.
“Why do you continue to resist confessing?” He demands.
“Nothing to confess, Master. I do what I am told to keep Master happy, Sir.” He lets me go and walks away in disgust.
I hear Him move toward the bedroom. OH NO, He will surely know I left the house now. It seems like an eternity before He returns.
“Do you still resist the truth, my pet?” He’s calmed down thank heavens.
“No, Master.” My mouth goes dry with anticipation,
“May I have a drink of water, Master?” I hear Him go to the kitchen and bring back a glass of water.
“Why will you not confess, little one? They say confession is good for the soul, and after all, I own you and that is MY soul, is it not?”
“Yes, Master. It is your soul, Master.” I start to confess as the phone rings.
I panic. How did it ring? Who fixed the line? What was going on? I hear Master on the phone saying, “Sorry, she can not come to the phone, she’s a little tied up at the moment.” Master returns to me saying, “You were about to say something?”
I confess to everything, cutting the phone line, leaving the house, going shopping, but could not confess to what I purchased.
“May I ask a question, Master?”
He sighs heavily, “Yes, you may.” My Master is becoming angry again due to my refusal to tell him everything.
“How did you know, Master?” I am still in shock.
“I came home at lunchtime to surprise you, and you weren’t here. I thought maybe you went next door to the neighbors, but when I picked up the phone there was no dial tone. I had the phone line repaired this afternoon. I talked to the neighbor and they saw you cut the line. Why did you cut the line, slave?” Knowing I am beyond all help, I tell the truth.
“I am sorry, Master. I thought you would get a message saying the line was out of order, Master.”
He releases me from The Punisher and tells me to go to my corner. I go as fast as I can knowing I’ve already defied Him too many times today. As I walk past the bed, I see the torn paper, but the box is gone. In the box is a new hand whip, engraved with MASTER on it. All I could think is He knows, and is disappointed in me. He brings me a sandwich and asks if I have anything else to say. “No, Master.”
“Very well, lets begin your punishment,” He says.
I am given 50 swats with His hand, which I count out dutifully. Then He stands me up, gets behind me and breathes in my ear, “Will you defy me again, slave?” His breath in my ear and on my neck gives me goose bumps and it takes everything I have not to fall to my knees. “ Do you think your punishment is done yet, slave?”
Trembling with fear and anticipation I say, “No, Master.”
He pulls me to the bed, where I am bound face down. I hear Him moving around the room wondering what He is searching for. I hear the snap of the whip, and I start trembling with real fear like I’ve never known. This was the one that was always threatened but never used. I hear Him snap it again and again.
“Are you ready for the rest of your punishment, bitch?”
I resolve myself to my punishment as I say, “Yes, Master, Thank you, Master.”
He comes closer to the bed and gently touches me with His hands, sliding them ever so slowly up my legs. At the first touch I start to shake, wondering what game He is playing. He gently touches me, and I start to relax. Then He goes back to the box where all the implements are. I hear Him looking for something, unsure of what is coming next. I hear Him come back and He gently rubs my ass, then suddenly “whack.” I cry out more out of surprise than actual pain. I dutifully count off the 25 swats. He releases me from my bonds and tells me to suck His hard cock. I get on my knees and gently take Him in my mouth and start sucking as hard as I can, teasing Him with my tongue and playing with His balls. I take Him out of my mouth and start licking and sucking each of His balls, enjoying His moans of pleasure. I take His hard cock back in my mouth and tease him as much as I can. He roughly pulls me up, spins me around, and slams His hard cock into my pussy. I feel the muscles tighten and try not to cum. He feels me tighten up.
“DO NOT cum, bitch, I have not given you permission.”
I am fighting as hard as I can not to. He is rough with me but He knows I love it this way. Every time I start to get close to cumming, He stops moving and I groan in frustration. I start to wiggle my ass hoping to cum. Master knows this trick and slaps my ass hard.
“Don’t even try it or things will get worse, bitch.”
I finally slow down my breathing and wonder why he hasn’t started moving again. I know better than to turn around. The anticipation is building when suddenly He starts thrusting, long hard strokes. Then He pulls out of my pussy and without mercy slams His hard cock in my ass. I scream with the initial shock and pain. I am given only a few seconds to accept Him before He starts thrusting.
After a couple minutes, He pulls me up by my hair so He can whisper to me, “How do you like this, bitch?” as He reaches around and starts playing with my clit. He’s thrusting harder and faster and teasing my clit when He suddenly inserts 2 fingers and plays with my clit with his thumb.
I start crying out, “ Oh God, Oh my God.”
He says, “God will have mercy with you, but I won’t.” He’s thrusting harder and faster finally telling me the words I want to hear.
“Cum NOW you slut.”
I cum in a rush as I never have before. I feel Him cum in my ass as I am cumming and tightening up my ass muscle milking Him dry.
He helps me on the bed, where He curls up behind me and holds me close. I hear Him say in my ear as I am falling asleep, “Thank you for the birthday present, my pet.” My last coherent thought as I fade off to sleep is Happy Birthday Master.
