This was going to be Lisa's first trip home to see her family since she had
become my slave. I was going to be out of town on business for a week, so this
would be a good time for her to be away. Lisa had given herself to me
completely, and I controlled her life in every way, so my laying out her clothes
for her as I did today was not unusual. She had worked hard under my guidance,
and was in the best physical shape of her life. She had lost close to 60
pounds, and her once flabby body was toned and trim. This had the effect of
emphasizing her magnificent tits, which were one of her best features.
I had set out a skirt that came to mid thigh, to highlight her legs, and a tight
sweater that would show off both her breasts and her new trim tummy. To the
skirt and sweater I had added stockings and a suspender belt, a pair of thong
panties and a pair of shoes with 2 inch heels, that wouldn't be uncomfortable on
the 4 hour drive. I don't know if it was the excitement of going home that
caused the slip or not, but Lisa went to the dresser and picked out a matching
bra to complete her outfit. I came into the bedroom as Lisa was making a final
adjustment to her suspenders and reaching for her skirt. She already had the
bra and panties on, and turned quickly as I walked in and in my booming
'Master's' voice asked her, "What the fuck do you think you're doing cunt?"
Immediately sensing my anger Lisa dropped to her knees and assumed her
submissive pose. "Master, your slut doesn't know what she has done wrong."
"Did I leave a bra out for you to put on?"
"No Master."
"Then why would you, a lowly slave girl, dare to presume that you should put a
bra on? If I wanted you to wear one, don't you think that I would have left one
out?"
"I don't know Master."
"You don't know? You don't know. Well maybe you need to think about it for a
minute," and with that I crossed my arms across my chest and stood back and
watched my kneeling slave. She began to tremble and shake as she knelt on the
floor.
This continued for several minutes before Lisa finally spoke. "Master, may this
slut speak?"
"You may."
"Master, this slut has gone out without a bra many times, and has been thrilled
with the pleasure that you appeared to receive from her humiliation. However,
she is going home to see her family and subconsciously must have been
embarrassed to go without her bra. Master, this slut is sorry for her actions,
and respectfully requests that she be punished so that she will learn from her
mistakes."
I strode over to Lisa, and reached down to gently stroke her hair. "My sweet
slave, do you think that I would place you in such a situation? I had packed
bras for you in your suitcase, and I had written instructions that I was going
to give you that would have instructed you to put one on in a service station
bathroom before arriving at your parents. You must learn to trust me sweet
slave."
"Master, I'm very sorry that I ruined your surprise, and that I disobeyed you.
Master, please punish me before you leave. I cannot bear to spend a week
without you knowing that I have displeased you in this way."
"You have displeased me greatly, and you can prove that you are sorry by staying
in position as I punish you."
"Master, this slut will try with all her might to maintain her position during
her punishment. If she fails, please punish her some more."
"Don't worry slut, I will. Get that bra off, and then put your hands at the
back of your neck, fingers interlocked."
Lisa quickly removed the bra, tossing it on the bed and then moved her hands to
the designated position, which forced her breasts out further. I moved behind
her, so that I was looking down into her cleavage. Lisa was currently in the
"rest position", on her knees, legs spread, ass resting on her crossed ankles.
"Kneel up." This command sent her into another position, on her knees but with
her body vertical from head to knees raising her height, and more importantly
for me placing her tits within easier reach.
"Since it was your tits that caused the problem, which part of your body should
we punish slut?"
"My tits Master."
I reached down and slapped the side of Lisa's right tit with my hand, causing it
to sway and crash softly into its partner. "Whose tits are these?"
"They are Master's tits Master."
"And who decides what happens to them," I asked as I slapped the left one with
my other hand.
"Master does Master."
"That's right, I do," I said, giving both tits a hard swat at the same time. I
continued to smack both tits separately and together for several minutes, to the
increasingly pain filled groans of my slave.
"I want to ensure that you fully appreciate the lesson that I am trying to teach
you today, so I think that some new terminology is in order. From now on
these," and I grabbed big handfuls of both of Lisa's breasts for emphasis, "are
no longer 'tits'. They are now to be called 'fat, saggy tit-bags'. Do you
understand me slut?"
"Yes Master, your slut understands. She now has two fat, saggy tit-bags that
belong to her Master."
"Let's make sure that you really understand slut, what's this," I asked, as I
delivered a hard slap to her right tit.
"That is slut's right fat, saggy tit-bag owned by her Master, Master."
I then slapped her left tit very hard, causing it to crash into it's twin "And
this?"
"That is slut's left fat, saggy tit-bag owned by her Master, Master."
I took big handfuls of both breasts and dug in with all fingers, twisting and
pulling at the same time, bringing a grunt of pain from my slave. "And what are
these, cunt?"
Lisa's answer came through clenched teeth as she fought off the pain. "Master,
they are both of slut's fat, saggy tit-bags that her Master owns."
With a final twist of both breasts I let go, and moved across the room to sit in
a chair. I looked at my kneeling slave, who remained in position on the floor,
fingers interlocked behind her head. Her breasts were starting to bruise where
I had slapped and mauled them. As I had been torturing my slave, my cock had
become very hard, and I wanted some relief before leaving. I stood up and
dropped my pants and underwear, and sat back down with my dick pointing up into
the air.
"Slut, I want you to crawl over here and blow me. Your hands are to remain in
position, and you are to crawl across the floor using only your knees and tits.
Begin!"
"Yes Master." Lisa knelt down so that her heels were on her ass, and then with
a grunt leaned forward until she fell onto her tits. Considering the abuse that
I had already delivered, that contact with the floor alone must have been quite
painful. However, like the eager submissive that she was, Lisa knee walked her
way across to where I was sitting, dragging her abused tits across the floor the
entire way. When she got to me, she twisted herself back into a more upright
position, and gave me an enthusiastic blow job, swallowing every drop as I came
with a groan. To her credit, she never once let her hands drop from the back of
her neck.
"That was an excellent blow job slut."
"Thank you Master."
"You're welcome." I reached out and gently stroked Lisa's face. "You have to
learn to trust me slave. You know that I will cause you pain. You know that I
will place you in positions and situations that will embarrass and humiliate
you. However, I wouldn't put you in the position of demonstrating to your
family how much of a slut you have become unless I truly believed that you were
comfortable enough with that fact to actually tell them yourself."
"Thank you Master, I should never have doubted you. And thank you for properly
punishing your slut so that she can learn from her mistakes."
"Your welcome, but I don't believe that I said your punishment was over, do
you?"
Lisa shuddered at this comment. Her tits, 'fat, saggy tit-bags' she reminded
herself, were throbbing with pain, and were already marked with a number of
bruises from the beating they had just received. The bruises would disappear in
a few days, and the pain would subside fairly quickly. But she was to drive her
Master to the airport within the hour, which meant that whatever other
punishment he had planned would be immediate and multiply her existing pain.
"No Master, you did not say that the slut's punishment was over."
"I want you to open your suitcase and remove all but one of the bras that I
packed for you."
"Yes Master." Lisa proceeded to the bed and began unpacking. While she was
doing that, I moved to the walk in closet where Lisa's clothes were kept. I
selected one of our home made sandpaper bras, and two tack bras. The sandpaper
bra was a full cup bra, just slightly too big for Lisa's tits. The insides of
both cups were lined with pieces of sandpaper glued to the fabric. Being
slightly too large ensured that the bra didn't offer complete support for her
tits, so that they moved around within the cups with every step she took. This
made for the maximum amount of friction between her flesh and the sandpaper, and
ensured that Lisa endured the most pain possible.
The tack bras were of a similar design. Both bras were also full cup, and both
had been lined with tacks that would press into the skin of her tits. One of
them was also too large, like the sandpaper bra, and ensured that her tits would
bounce around within the bra scrapping the skin under the hundreds of tack
points. The other tack bra was a "long line" bra, 2 sizes too small. This bra
also had tacks secured in all of the flat surfaces that would touch her skin,
except for the actual bra straps. With all these extra tacks, and being too
small, it compressed her tits and forced the tacks in deeper, and forced tacks
into the flesh around her ribcage, causing additional pain. In the past we had
a contest to see which of the two tack bras was the worst, and Lisa agreed that
the one that was too small hurt much more, except when I made her jog for 2
miles in the too large one.
Lisa was standing beside the bed where her open suitcase lay, after having put
the bras I had originally packed for her in the dresser. I handed her the small
tack bra and told her to pack it securely in the bottom of her bag where it
couldn't be accidentally found. Then I handed her the larger tack bra, and told
her to put it on and finish getting dressed. She took the bra from me, and
bending over from the waist she settled her wonderful tits into the cups, and
reached behind her to fasten the strap at the back before carefully standing
straight, wincing with obvious discomfort from the tacks pressing into the front
and bottom of her recently punished tits as they rested in the cups.
I went back into her closet and removed a pair of 6" spike heels. "Put these on
with the rest of the clothes I have laid out for you. Pack the original 2"
heels and the sandpaper bra in your smaller bag, and take all of the suitcases
out to the car."
"Yes Master."
"Slut do the "model walk", one foot directly in front of the other, and pivot
your foot and swing your shoulders as you turn a corner. I want those fat,
saggy tit-bags of yours to bounce as much as possible while you are completing
your work."
"Yes Master, slut understands that she must make her fat, saggy tit-bags move
and hurt as much as possible while moving the bags to the car."
I watched Lisa put on the rest of her clothes, seeing her wince as she
exaggerated every movement to ensure that her tits moved around and rubbed
against the sharp points of the tacks in the bra. As she was picking up the
first 2 suitcases to carry them downstairs and out to the car I startled her
with another shouted command. "One case at a time cunt, this is supposed to be
teaching you a lesson!"
"Yes Master, this slut understands that she needs to learn not to question her
Master," and with that she began the first of 5 very painful trips downstairs
and out to the car, carrying one bag at a time, including all of mine.
I followed Lisa as she was making the last trip downstairs, and waited for her
to come back into the house, her exaggerated movements from the "model's walk",
combined with the 6" heels ensuring that her tits bounced and swayed with every
step.
"Okay slut, I've wasted too much time having to punish you today, so we have to
get going before I miss my flight. Is there anything else you need from the
house before we leave?"
"No Master, this slut has all that she needs."
"Good," and I held my hand outstretched. "Give me your key to the house."
Lisa's face changed, and tears began forming in the corners of her eyes as she
dutifully reached into her purse and began to remove the key from her key ring.
I could see her bottom lip start to tremble, and knew that the sobs wouldn't be
too far behind as her mind began making assumptions that I was dumping her.
I quickly reached out with both hands and brought them straight up, palms facing
upwards, into the bottom of Lisa's tits, forcing the tacks into the bottom of
her tits and wrenching a painful wail from her throat. I thought she was going
to collapse from the pain, so I shouted at her to ensure she heard me.
"You stupid fat cow, have you learned nothing from the punishment that I have
just inflicted on you?"
"M...M...Master this slut is sorry, s...sorry that she is so fat and ugly and
stupid, but she doesn't know what she has done to make you want to send her
away. Please Master, this slut needs to serve you. Please Master, please don't
send her away."
I do love to toy with Lisa's emotions, especially her sense of self worth, which
she has struggled with all her life. However, I did have a plane to catch, so I
needed to resolve this situation before it got out of control.
"Slut, I wanted your key because I don't want you deciding on your own that you
should leave your parents place early and come back here, to escape the
punishment I have planned for this week." I was gently stroking the side of her
tear stained face as I said this, but then held her cheek with my left hand as I
slowly began slapping her right cheek with my right palm. "And the lesson you
were supposed to learn today was to trust me when I give you instructions," as I
continued to gently slap, slap slap on her cheek.
"You have earned another very severe punishment, but we still haven't finished
with the one from earlier, and I don't have time to punish you further, so this
one will have to wait until I get home." Slap, slap, slap.
"May this dumb, ugly piece of fuckmeat speak Master?"
"You may." Slap, slap, slap.
"This worthless piece of trash is sorry she has angered you Master, and she
promises to try harder to please you in the future. She believes that she is
unworthy of your attention and lives in constant fear of being turned way, but
will work hard to prove herself to you Master and will try harder to ensure that
she trusts and never questions any of your decisions in the future."
I stopped slapping her face and leaned in and softly kissed her. "You must
always trust me slut. You will continue to learn what happens if you don't
while I am away. And when I get back, we will be having a VERY severe
punishment session to correct this misbehaviour of yours. Do you understand
slut.
With bowed head Lisa responded "Yes Master, this slut understands."
I looked at Lisa, and the makeup that she had so carefully applied before
getting dressed was now smeared all down her face, and her right cheek was red
from where I had been slapping it. I decided it would stay that way for the
rest of the afternoon as a little exercise in humiliation.
Taking the house key from her had I placed it on the table, and then led her out
the front door and down to her car. Since I was going out of town I had already
decided that Lisa would drive me to the airport and then head straight from
there to her parents place. I had now decided to add a few stops along the way
to increase her humiliation, and her physical pain, which are my two favourite
forms of punishment with her.
I opened the driver's door for Lisa, and she slid into the driver's seat as she
knows that she should. The skirt I had chosen for her was very loose, and Lisa
flipped it up so that her ass and cunt were making direct contact with the seat,
which I had previously informed her was the correct way for a slut to sit in a
car. Reaching across, and brushing her tack bra encased tits as I did so, I
grabbed the seatbelt and belted her in place, getting a groan from Lisa as this
once more drove some of the tacks into her tits. With what I had planned her
tits would be hamburger by the time she got to her parents, but she didn't know
that yet. I went around to the passenger side and climbed in, telling Lisa to
drive.
On the trip to the airport I chatted with Lisa about all kinds of mundane
topics, never once mentioning what had transpired in the last hour or so. We
talked like the good friends and lovers we are, because we do have a great
relationship outside of the Master / slave one that is such a predominant part
of our lives.
Nearing the airport I began to fill Lisa in on her instructions for the week.
As we stopped at a red light, I instructed her to look at her face in the
mirror. She had forgotten about the tears and what it had done to her makeup,
and gasped as she saw her mascara stained face for the first time. "Master,
this slut is so sorry. This slut knows that she is to look her best at all
times for her Master."
"Its okay slut, I kind of like this look. In fact, I like it so much that you
must remain like this until the final rest stop on the highway before the exit
to your parents place. I want you to make sure that you are very friendly to
everyone you see on the highway, so make sure you try to make eye contact with
everyone in every car that you pass, and once you are sure they are looking at
you be sure to give them a little smile and wave, so that they know that you are
fine, and happy with the way you look. Does my little piggy understand this
instruction, or are we going to have to schedule an additional punishment
session on top of the one you have coming when I get back?"
"Master, your piggy understands that she is to try and humiliate herself with
every person she can while on the highway"
"Good. When you reach the rest stop make sure you don't clean your makeup off
until you get into the bathroom, understand?"
"Yes Master."
"When you re-apply your makeup, make it as whorish as you think you can get away
with your parents, and make sure to keep it that way all week. Understand?"
"Yes Master, the greatest acceptable level of whore makeup all week."
"Now, we still have the issue of the remaining punishment for those fat, saggy
tit-bags of yours, don't we?"
"Yes Master, this slave needs to complete her punishment of her fat saggy
tit-bags."
"I'm glad that you understand. When we leave the airport, make sure that you
sit properly, and make sure that you pull your seatbelt tight. Do this every
time you get back in the car. Once you are on the Interstate, you are to get
off at every exit you come to, and stop on the shoulder of the nearest main
road. Get out of the car, "model walk" twice around the entire car, and then
get back in and continue on your trip. These are called "slut laps" and I
figure there are about 40 exits along the way, so you should have a fun
afternoon. "
"Thank you Master, your slut understands her punishment and will complete as
instructed."
"A little presumptuous of you again, isn't it slut? I wasn't done with your
instructions yet."
"Sorry Master, this stupid, ignorant fat piggy cow has made another mistake.
Piggy begs her Master to add 2 extra punishment sessions when he returns."
"So it shall be slut. Now, when you get to the final rest stop, make sure you
do your "model walk" as you walk to the washroom. You will take your cosmetics
bag, your sandpaper bra and your 2" heels in with you, nothing else, and no bag.
You are to remove the tack bra, and wipe your tits down with some of the
anaesthetic from your bag. That should give you a little jolt, huh cunt?"
"Yes Master, thank you for thinking of your slut Master."
"You're welcome piggy. After wiping down your tits, change into the sandpaper
bra, change your heels, and then fix your makeup. Return to the car the same
way, with everything in your hands. When you go to bed tonight, you may remove
the sandpaper bra and pack it away. For the rest of the week you may only wear
the one regular bra you packed, and you must not wash it. It should be nice and
sweaty and stinky by the time you are ready to come home. When you leave your
parents, stop at the first rest stop, take your small tack bra, your 6" heels
and your cosmetics case in with you. Change as before, putting on full whore
makeup. Your drive back should be the same, being ultra friendly to all other
drivers and stopping at every exit for two slut laps of your car. You know what
time my flight arrives, and I warn you that you better be here to pick me up on
time if you know what's good for you."
There was several seconds of silence before Lisa spoke. "Master, may this nasty
piggy slut speak?"
"You may."
"Master, have you completed giving this worthless whore her instructions?"
"I have."
"Thank you Master. Your slave understands everything that she is to do, and
will not disappoint you Master."
"Actually, I fully expect that over a week you will be unable to follow at least
some of my orders. However, I know that being the good submissive cunt that you
are, that you will report back to me any shortcomings, won't you?"
"Absolutely Master. Any errors will be reported back and appropriate
punishment requested."
"Good. Two last things. First, there is a dildo and a butt plug in your bag.
Insert them the first time you stop and before you do your slut laps. These are
to remain inside you until the final rest stop. They can be removed only after
you have returned to the car. Before putting them away, be sure to clean them
properly," and as I said this I ran my finger over her lips. I didn't really
need to do that, because Lisa understood that the only proper way to clean
something that had been in any of her orifices was with her mouth.
"Yes Master, I will insert, remove and clean the toys as instructed."
"Good, they should be replaced in your ass and cunt before you leave the rest
stop on the return trip. Your final instruction is to masturbate every night,
almost to the point of orgasm 3 times, but never to come. Do I make myself
clear?"
"Yes Master, every night frig myself, almost to orgasm 3 times but never come."
By now we had arrived at the airport, and Lisa pulled into a spot at the curb to
drop me off. She waited at the wheel until I came around to open her door
before getting out. This is one of my rules, because it gives me a chance to
see her cunt as she slides across the seat to exit. We went to the back of the
car, and I waited as she removed my bags and set them on the curb. A few people
were starting to notice Lisa, because of her exaggerated walk, her 6" heels, and
the makeup that had streamed down her face. I just ignored them as I led her
back to the drivers side, gave her a big French kiss, followed by a bear hug
that made Lisa grown in discomfort as I drove the tacks into her breasts again.
I then opened her door, and waited until she hoisted her skirt as she sat down
properly, and then leaned down for one more kiss before sending her on her way.
It would be a long week without her, but I was looking forward to my return.
As she drove away I picked up my bags, and noticed a leggy blonde in a short,
tight leather skirt and almost see-through blouse eying me, with a slight smile
on her face. But that will be a story for another day.
