Mickey

Mickey part four

I was left alone the next day, but having learned not to "enjoy" my body, I had obeyed the master.

The master came to visit me the next day, and told me that his visitor, the Kiwi, had really enjoyed my company, and would the master thank me for him.

He said that as a special treat, I could "look after" number nineteen for him. She was in the next room, so could I start straight away. The master would be along in an hour to see how we were getting along.

I went into the next room, and there, naked and tied to a bed was a very young, petite Asian looking girl. "Hello, I'm Shamra" she said.

I picked up the whip next to the bed and gave her a sharp swipe across her naked stomach. "You may only make any sound with permission" I gleefully said to her. "I'm number seventeen. I am in charge here. Do you understand? You may answer."

"Yes number seventeen" she mumbled.

I untied her and led her roughly into the torture chamber, stood her with her back against the "X", and tied her in place just as I had been so long ago. Or was it only last week? I had lost all sense of time by now.

Once she was lashed into place, I took a wooden trestle with a piece of rounded wood about one and a half inches diameter on top, and forced this under her crotch, so that she was forced to sit with her pussy lips separated by this round pole, almost supporting her weight on the pole.

I then took a hammer and two small nails and nailed her pussy lips (at the front) to the pole. She yelped as the nail pierced the first side, to which I gave her a sharp crack on her buttocks with the whip. She whimpered, but was silent when I nailed the other side to the pole.

Once she was well and truly fixed to the pole, I took a wide leather belt and wrapped it around her waist and the centre of the big X; I then pulled this as tight as I was able, until she was having difficulty in breathing.

Once I saw this, I looked for the nipple clamps that had been used so effectively on me. I took them, found some nice heavy weights to attach, and clipped the first one to her nipple. She yelped, so I slapped her across the face to remind her to be silent.

As I dropped the weight, she gave out a loud cry of pain. I was not surprised, as the clamp was almost pulled off from the nipple. However, I took the whip and gave her a lash across the other breast to remind her to keep silent.

The next clamp went on, and again the weight was dropped. This time from a bit higher, and this time the clamp did pull completely off from the sore nipple, which had just been whipped. "You were told not to make any sounds unless you had permission" I reminded her. "This is your punishment for making sounds. Do you understand? You may answer."

"Y yes number seventeen. I understand" she mumbled.

Crack! Again the whip across her very tender nipple. "I did not clearly hear what you said" I told her. "Will you repeat that? You may answer"

"Yes number seventeen. I understand" she said clearly.

Then I took a step-ladder and placed it immediately in front of her. I climbed up the steps and presented my pierced pussy and clitoris to her mouth. "Make me cum" I commanded, and she hesitantly started licking at my clitoris. This started to get me horny, and I started squirming as she licked and sucked at me.

She was very good at it, and I was soon very horny, and writhing around in pleasure at the top of this step -ladder when suddenly the master appeared.

"Number seventeen. Who gave you permission to cum?" he commanded. "You may answer".

"N nobody" I replied.

"Well then you also must be punished" he replied. "Come here".

I did as I was told, climbed down from the step-ladder and went up to him.

He threw me onto a couch, and took a bottle of chilli sauce, smeared some onto a small dildo, and roughly stuffed it up my vagina. Ouch did that hurt, but I was careful not to make any sound.

The master then went to my crotch and took out the upper pair of rings in my pussy. He replaced them with a small padlock.

He continued with all the pairs of rings in my pussy until I was completely locked off. "You will now stay like that for the next seven days, but I have not finished with you yet" he commanded, all the while the chilli sauce on the dildo itching and stinging more and more.

"However, I admire your initiative with number nineteen" he added.

The master then took hold of me, lifted me up from the couch and forced me to stand. He forced my arms behind my back and tied my wrists together, then my forearms, and then my elbows, until I had my arms stuck out behind me almost like a tail.

He then took another rope, tied it to my wrists, and threw the other end over a beam in the roof, and pulled tight until I was forced forward by the arms behind my back.

After he had tied this rope off, he took the weights that I had fastened to the nipples of number nineteen, and clamped them onto my pierced and very tender nipples, and as I had done, he let each weight drop as he finished. The pain was excruciating, and I nearly passed out.

He then fastened two more ropes around my legs just below my knees, and proceeded to hoist my legs into the air behind me. This left me suspended on my front, by my arms at the back of me, and my knees.

The master then walked in front of me, took out his penis and stuck it right in front of my mouth. "Get on with it" he commanded, and make sure its good.

I did as I had been commanded, and soon he was shooting his load down my throat, making me choke on it.

After this, the master turned his attention on number nineteen. She was still strapped to the big X, hardly able to breath with the belt so tight around the X and her waist, still nailed to this rounded bar on top of the trestle.

He took another taller trestle with a two foot long piece of timber tied on top of it, and placed it in front of number nineteen, with the timber just underneath her nipples. Then he took the hammer and nails that I had used on her and nailed her nipples to this piece of wood. She yelped in pain at this, and so he removed the trestle, leaving the wood suspended from her sore and bleeding nipples, and walked off.

All the time the chilli sauce inside my vagina was hurting more and more, and my arms also really hurt from the way I was tied up. After what seemed like an hour, the master returned and helped me down. He untied my arms, but left my wrists still loosely bound behind my back so that I could not get my arms in front of me or touch my pussy, or take off the clamps with weights on, now firmly attached to my nipples.

Then he laid me on my back, removed the padlocks from my pussy and withdrew the chilli sauce covered dildo. By now the sauce had dried, so that really hurt as it was pulled out. To help me get over this, he then stuffed the end of a hosepipe up my pussy, and turned the ice cold water on for a few minutes.

That felt heavenly after the stinging from the sauce, until he replaced the hose with a dildo made of ice. After that he replaced the padlocks and took me back to my room, still with my wrists tied behind my back. “See you in a week” he said as he left.

What was I to do, tied up for a week with this ice dildo rapidly melting inside my pussy. The ice coldness had turned to numbness by now, but I could still feel the cold water trickling down my legs.

Some hours later, when all the ice had melted and I had regained some feeling in my vagina and pussy, I was beginning to feel horny, but wondered how I could “help myself out” in this predicament. I thought “That is not allowed. Lets try and get some sleep”, but I could not get comfortable with both arms behind me and clamps with weights on fixed to my nipples. I tried for hours to get to sleep, but the randiness in my pussy, and the pain in my nipples prevented me from dropping off.

Then it felt as if there was something inside my pussy. I tried to make out what it was, but couldn't. However, there was definitely something there. It must have been inside the ice dildo when that was inserted.

After what seemed like many hours, I eventually managed to drop off for what seemed like a few minutes, only to be woken up by the master.

“Stand up” he commanded, so I did as I had been instructed. Then he roughly pulled one of the clamps on my nipple off. The nipple was completely numb by now, and I hardly felt anything. The master grinned, and pulled the other one off.

Within a couple of minutes, the blood started circulating through my nipples again. Wow did that hurt. They started throbbing and felt like they were on fire, but it was such a wonderful feeling at the same time.

After a few more minutes, the pain was really intense and throbbing, and I just wished that I had some way of soothing those poor nipples, when the master replaced the clamp and weight on one of them. As he let the weight drop, I screamed with the pain.

Crack! A whiplash on my buttocks. “You may not make any sound unless you have my permission” he reminded me. I grimaced, but said nothing.

I was ready when he added the other clamp and let the weight drop, and managed to stifle the scream.

He then led me back to the now empty big X, and once again tied me to it, this time with both arms behind me, but my legs splayed out. He bound me tightly just under my breasts to the upper part of the X, then stuffed a lubricated plug up my ass. It was such a surprise that I almost let out a yelp, but managed to control it.

Suddenly, I felt a vibration inside my pussy. How was that possible, or was I mistaking something up my ass for something in my pussy? No! Suddenly the plug up my ass also started vibrating. This started to get me really turned on, but there was nothing I could do about it in my helpless state except to squirm and wriggle with the sensations.

Then the master took a small “birthday cake” candle on a pin, and proceeded to stick it into my right breast. Boy did that hurt. Fortunately it was far enough away from the nipples that it was not unbearable. Next another one stuck in my left breast, and then he got out the matches and lit these two candles. “Ouch” as the hot wax dripped onto the right nipple. A sharp crack on the buttock with the whip for the sound was his response.

Then surprise surprise. The X turned upside down! I was still strapped to it, but suddenly the candles were burning up very quickly and burning my tender breast. He squirted me with a jet of water, and this put the candles out before I had time to be really badly burnt.

I was now hanging upside down on this X, arms tied behind my back and over (or was it now under) the centre of the X, vibrating plug in my ass and something vibrating in my pussy. Weights still hanging from my nipples, but now still swinging from one side to the other.

Then the master took a couple of large candles and lit them. He waited until they were burning well, and both had a nice pool of molten wax in them, and then started to let the molten wax drip onto my padlocked vibrating pussy. The pain was initially intense, but as the lavers built up, became less so, but the vibrating sensations inside me, and the gentle tugging on my nipples were making me feel hornier and hornier.

Whilst I was trying hard not to cum, the master suddenly poured hot wax onto one of my upturned feet. This unexpected pain finally brought me to a climax. And what a climax. I had been anticipating this and trying secretly to achieve this for some hours now, but to do it in front of the master when I was forbidden to do so was so shameful. I dreaded to think what he was going to do to me next.

“That was naughty” he said. “Now you must stay here like this whilst I think up what your punishment will be”, and he walked off, leaving me still upside down.

A few minutes later, he returned with number nineteen. He said “I have decided to promote number nineteen. She is now number sixteen, and you will be left in her care”.

After what I had so recently done to number nineteen (now sixteen), I began to get worried. I looked at her, and the nails in her pussy and nipples had been replaced with rings. What will she do to me to get her own back?

The first thing that she did to me was to tell me that I would never be promoted, so I was going to have a reminder of my number.

She disappeared and returned a few minutes later with some tools. I didn't see what they were, because she stood behind me with them, but after a while, I heard a sort of roaring sound. Not too loud though. She stayed behind me for a couple of minutes, and then walked in front of me carrying a branding iron. I dreaded what she was going to do with that. It must have been a blow lamp that I had heard roaring, to make the branding iron hot.

Then she branded me under my right breast! I screamed, and she said “now for punishment for screaming, you will be branded on your ass as well”.

I started sweating as I heard her go back behind me and start heating up the branding iron again. When it was really hot, she came back to me from behind and said “OK. Now you are going to get it on the ass”. All the time the plug in my ass and in my pussy were still vibrating, giving me mixed feelings of pleasure and horror of what was to come.

Slowly she brought the branding iron closer to my ass. I could feel the heat of it as it slowly approached, and then suddenly that pain and hissing sound again.

This time, I managed to stifle my screams, but the pain and vibrating sensations made me cum yet again.

What was happening to me? I was being tortured. The pain was incredible, and yet I was cumming? How could so much pain make me cum?

Questions that I knew no answer to, but in spite of the pain, I was enjoying it so much.

After that, she applied some ointment to the new brands, and let me see them by carefully holding some mirrors. They were both red weals showing the number 17. This was to be a permanent reminder of my status, which would stay with me for the rest of my life.