Irish Master, Pt. 3
"Wake up," a voice whispered in Missy's ear, "the training starts now."
Missy's eyes fluttered open and she momentarily forgot where she was but then
remembered last night's lovemaking and smiled and stretched.
She rolled over to look into the eyes of her Master and smiled at him. She
replied, "Good Morning, Master."
The man smiled at her and said, "That's a good way to start the day.
Remembering how to address me. Let's see how well you do for the rest of it. Up
and at em!" He said, and punctuated it with a smack on the cheek of her ass.
He then attached the leash back onto her collar and pulled her out of bed and
led her by the leash to the bathroom where she was made to bathe him, comb his
hair, shave and apply cologne on his face. Then she was allowed to clean
herself while he sat naked on the toilet with the seat down watching her. While
he sat, he asked questions about her job and if she had liked it.
Missy did not really like her job, but it made good money and she got along
fine with her coworkers so she saw no reason to leave it. When Missy got out of
the bathtub she was greeted with a towel and he briskly rubbed her dry and used
another one on her hair.
He then blow dried it for her and ran the blowdryer down over her breasts.
Sometimes getting close enough to her to almost burn, but he always backed off
before that happened. Missy loved the feel of the hot air flowing over her
nipples and his hand rubbing the breasts and pulling and twisting her nipples.
He could see she was enjoying that too well and decided today she wouldn't be
allowed to cum that easily. She was going have to work for it.
Setting the blowdryer down, he looked at her and said, "Wait here." He left the
room and came back a short while later holding an enema bag and an inflatable
butt plug. Missy felt a little nervous. "We are going to clean you out," he
explained, "but, I am going to make you hold it in until you beg for release
and I am going to make you beg for quite some time. Turn around, Missy."
Missy hesitated fearing the pain of stomach cramps. Her Master sternly looked
at her. "I said, 'Turn AROUND!'" He reached over and grabbed her hair and
pulled her over to the toilet and made her bend over it and told her to hold
still. She heard sounds of water flowing and the sound of the bag being filled.
She felt the tube being inserted into her tight asshole and then the feeling of
warm water as it flowed into her. He told her if she felt like she could not
hold anymore to let him know and he would stop for a bit until she got used to
the feeling. But, he said, do not release the water.
Missy soon found out how he did this. He did not stop until all the water in
the bag was inside of her and she felt something cold and slippery being rubbed
on her asshole and then the point of the plug as he rubbed it on her anus until
it relaxed and opened for it. He gently inserted it into her and with a final
shove, it went in.
It made her yelp a little in pain for it was a fair sized plug. She heard the
sounds of pumping and felt the plug get bigger in size. Almost to the point of
tearing her before he stopped. He then grabbed her arm and led her out into the
bedroom again and bound her wrists behind her with cuffs and then looked at
her. He was still upset that she had hesitated and she was going to know the
meaning of obedience.
He made her bend over his lap with that plug in and she got what she thought
was the spanking of her life. It was accentuated with the rules that he is to
be obeyed without hesitation.
Between the cramps in her stomach and the fact that her ass was on fire, Missy
was crying in pain and begging for the plug to come out.
"NO." He said, "It stays in for a bit yet."
Missy whined and writhed on his lap and she could feel his hardness grow as she
had did this. His hand was rubbing her ass now. Feeling the heat that he caused
by the spanking. His fingers slid down to feel her cunt and insert into her
hole and get some of the wetness to taste. He loved more than anything the
taste of pussy juice and he planned on getting plenty of it today without
letting her cum for quite some time.
Missy was almost bawling because of the cramps and she kept on begging him to
take it out. Finally, he told her. "Until you beg properly it will stay in. On
your knees, place your forehead on my lap and beg in a proper manner."
Missy did as told between gasps of crying. She begged, "Oh please, Master, take
the plug out and give me release."
"Louder. You have to really want this," He said.
Missy begged louder and louder yet before he decided to let her go to the
bathroom. He uncuffed her and he took a string and tied it to the plug and made
her sit on the toilet. With his hand on the string, between her legs, he yanked
hard. Missy yelled because he had not deflated it and it hurt worse coming out
than it did going in. But, she felt so good to be allowed to expel that water
and to clean herself out.
When she finally got all the water expelled. She cleaned herself and wiped her
ass with a washrag and then came back out to the bedroom where he was waiting
for her.
He grabbed the leash again and led her down the stairs to the basement. This
was the first time Missy had got to see his dungeon.
The wall was filled with whips, floggers, canes, and crops of all sorts and
sizes hanging on it. She could see furniture too. Some she recognized like the
St. Andrew's Cross. He had some stocks and spanking benches and a wooden pony
also. This is where he led her. To the pony. All it was a wooden pole attached
to each end on a post. He made her mount this.
He tied her ankles down when he was sure that when she sat, her pussy would end
up on the pole. He then tied her wrists up above her head, leaving the rope a
little loose. He stood behind her and played with her breasts and told her she
will be on this a while and that he has plans to make her cunt very sore today
starting with this.
He took some rope and grabbed one of her breasts and wrapped the rope around it
and then over to the other breast. Around the breasts and up around her neck
and back down around her breasts again and behind her back where he secured it
tightly. Her titties stood out in bulging mounds. The sensations heightened
because of it. He suckled on the nipples and played with them with his hands.
Missy's legs were getting tired and she wanted to rest. Her cunt came down on
the pole between her legs making her yelp for it hurt and bruised her. It made
her stand back up on the tips of her toes again. She knew then that every time
that her legs would not hold her up that her cunt was going to be hurting.
Her Master then walked over to a box and brought out some clamps and approached
her. They were adjustable clamps. He applied two to her pussy lips with ropes
hanging from the ends of them.
Then he used the rope to tie them apart. Missy whined at this for she knew the
reason. It was so that when her pussy came down on that pole it would be right
on the inside of her cunt and not the outside. He then took a couple of other
clamps and applied these to her nipples and attached weights on them. He smiled
and walked to the wall and picked out a flogger.
He looked at her and said, "I like the way weights sway when I whip a lady."
With that, he pulled his arm back and brought it down on Missy's ass. Missy
cried out and jerked.
"Yes!" He said, "Just like that," and with a laugh he started flogging her. On
her ass and back. Sometimes landing on her tits and the front of her pussy.
Missy was crying out for him to stop and sometimes she forgot about the pole
in-between her legs and came down hard on it making her cry out even harder.
Her Master really enjoyed seeing her struggle against the bonds but also
watched her to make sure it was not too much. He remembered this was the first
time. He would enjoy raising her pain level each day.
He tired eventually and set the flogger down. He came towards her and inserted
one finger between her cunt lips and wiggled against her clit and felt her
wetness. He grinned when he took the clamps off her tits.
For the pain of them coming off is worse than being put on. The feel of the
blood rushing back into them was intense and burning. He rubbed the nipples and
help stimulate the blood flow back into them. He then took the clamps off her
pussy lips and undid her bonds and pulled her off the pole and led her over to
a chair.
The chair had a dildo inserted on it. He made her sit down on it with the dildo
stuffed deep inside her cunt. He tied the legs apart, and her arms behind her
back. He redid the ropes around her breasts so it brought blood back into them.
They were getting pretty blue about then.
With her legs apart, he had the first chance of the day to play with her clit
with his tongue and his fingers. He wasn't through with the floggings yet
either, but wanted her to rest up a bit. He reminded her of the safe words to
be sure she remembered them.
The next flogger he used on her was made of a stiffer leather and he used it
mostly on her titties for he did enjoy the way titties jerked and jiggled when
whipped. Missy had tears flowing down her face, but did not call out any safe
words until the last few minutes. She yelled out "Yellow" in which her master
continued at the same hardness, but a little slower and then he set the flogger
down and proceeded to tongue her clit again for a bit.
The switching back and forth from pain to pleasure was really intense for
Missy. She really wanted to cum so bad. She begged for it, but he always said
no.
He untied her from her chair and took her to a long bench. He made her lay down
on her back and tied her hands above her head. He tied her down so she could
not move. Her legs were tied apart and the clamps came back on her cunt lips,
tied apart again.
Missy wondered what he was going to do and did not have to wait long to find
out. He took a wide strapped belt from the wall and swung down and it landed
right on her cunt. It made her jerk and her eyes popped open and she gasped.
This stung, but it really didn't hurt too bad. It almost felt good. Her master
kept on flogging her cunt like that. Harder and harder on different areas of
her cunt. Sometimes on the sides of her legs, sometimes right on the clit. The
pain alternated from stinging to burning and Missy was loving it.
She was begging for more and her cries intensified her Master's whipping. He
was enjoying watching the pussy juice flow out of her cunt and knowing how good
that was going to taste. His cock was growing large and hard, almost like a
rock inside of his pants. Oh, how good the fuck is going to feel later, he
thought.
He kept on until he could not stand it. He threw his flogger down and dove
between her legs. Sucking and slurping up that great tasting juice that this
slave of his was giving. Still telling her she could not cum, he tongue fucked
her and lapped at her cunt. Pulled on the lips and bit them.
Missy was crying out for release and begging for it and he would not let her
cum yet. Why?
She was soon to find out. Her Master got up and went back to the box. He got
the biggest dildo he had in there and a vibrator. He slammed that dildo up her
cunt. He was about to do something with the vibrator too, but looked like he
just remembered something and went back to the box and brought out another
dildo and some lubricant. He rubbed the lubricant on the dildo and proceeded to
shove that one up her ass.
Missy felt stuffed. Her Master grabbed the end of the dildo up her cunt and
hard fucked her with it painfully. He then grabbed the vibrator and turned it
on and rubbed that on her clit making her bawl and beg to cum again. He still
said no. He was hard fucking her cunt and the vibrations were almost too much
for her to handle. He yanked the dildo out of her and undid his pants and hard
fucked her that way and telling her she could cum now.
Missy did. Almost screaming with the intensity of it which was joined by his
guttural growls in return.
Missy was covered in sweat and shaking. She did not know if she was cold or
just tired from this. She could feel him undo her bonds, but she felt light
headed and unsure of where she was. She was being carried. Back to the bedroom.
He laid her down and laid down beside her. It was time to bring her down from
the euphoria that the session caused. He just laid there holding her and
petting her hair. Saying nothing, but enjoyed watching her smile and cuddle
next to him.
"Thank you, Master" was the whispered words he heard before she fell asleep.
"Top O' The Mornin'" is what he was thinking as he lightly kissed her head and
lightly whistling an Irish tune, he went downstairs for some coffee and
breakfast.
"pet"
