Remorse

As i sit here, bound yet unbound, the rope abrading my raw flesh, the memory of my Master’s punishments cloud my thoughts with delirium. No matter which way i shift, i cannot escape the cord tucked intimately against me. my thoughts turn to the night He made me his little slave girl. Since that night He has taken me into the darkness with Him, a firm, guiding Hand through the lands of pain in which i now must travel. His step haunts me when i hear it on the stair to the dungeon. What is to be my fate this night? Unwillingly i shudder with pleasure and in supplication--i am His to torment. He cannot be content with me after i was so naughty last night. my mouth, with disobedient words spilling forth, my body, which was rebellious and un submissive, and my mind which so boldly fought His Dominion yesterday trembles as i accept the fact that i was a very disobedient slave and will be cruelly punished for it. my breath catches as i remember how i refused Him His right over me. Oh why was i so impetuous! Now i must submit with every fiber of my being until He relents and covers me with praise; “Good Girl”…such priceless words. To hear His tender whispers in my ear when i have obeyed every command and to feel His kind caress on my ass when i am weeping from the pain and shame. Anything but that cold scorn with which He disdained me last night when i defied Him….to bear any pain for His pleasure is my lot in life, and He is going to give me that opportunity ten times over this evening…..i am not ready ……He is Here!

He enters to find me kneeling by the table. He sits and ignores me while He reads His paper. i try not to squirm as my knees begin to ache. Finally He looks down at me. Taking my chin He forces it up until my neck muscles protest. “You know you’re in for it tonight.” He says sternly. “yes Master,” i sigh. “Get a bowl from the kitchen.” He says, shoving me off balance so i struggle gracelessly to remain on my knees. i rise and scuttle to the kitchen and bring back a bowl. “You will be silent” He growls softly in my ear as He takes it from me and sets it on the table. i nod vigorously. “You will learn to enjoy my taste” He says. i stare at Him uncomprehendingly. “Look down until you are told otherwise.” He snaps. my head jerks down until all i see are His boots resting on the edge of the carpet. i hear His zipper and the sounds of my Master stroking His thick cock. An eternity passes as i wait with dismay and sudden clarity. i have never swallowed and can’t stand the taste. Usually He permits me to catch His cum in my hand. Once in a while He has me hold it in my mouth and beg permission to spit it out, but this? To drink it without even the pleasure of sucking His beautiful cock? i struggle with myself, reminding myself that this is only what i deserve for being an impudent bitch last night. my eyes tear up and His boots dissolve into a blur. The bowl is suddenly placed beneath my bowed head. “You are not worthy to drink this normally, you will lap it like the kitten you are.” He says almost tenderly. So i will not even be allowed to gulp it quickly! i remain still until His voice cracks like a whip over me “Now, bitch!” struggling to compose myself i get down on my hands and knees and stick my tongue into the bowl. The overpowering scent of copper reaches my nose and i try not to breath. i lap the sticky stuff, trying not to get it on my face. Suddenly His hand pushes my face into the bowl. “Not so daintily, bitch, I want to see you eat it like you are a starved animal. i screw my eyes shut and try not to pull away as he rubs my face in His cum. He releases me and i lick the bowl eagerly, trying to please Him. i hear Him behind me and feel a strip of leather caressing my ass, lingering where the rope has been tormenting me all day. “You will not stop, bitch, until your bowls is clean, and neither shall I.” The belt comes whistling down on my ass, making me catch my breath and my head jerks out of the bowl. Immediately His boot on my back forces me down until my face is once more plastered with His cum,. i moan and lick the bowl as quickly as i can as the tears mingle with the taste of Him in my throat. He whips me until i am frantically popping my hips in an attempt to alleviate the burning. He punishes my ass and moves the belt to my thighs while i choke and hump the air. my pussy is soaking wet and the rope is preventing me from eroticizing the pain as i usually am able to do. my sobs fill the room, blending with the hypnotic crack of the whip. Finally i am done and He permits me to sit up on my heels. “Not so arrogant now, are you, little bitch.” He bites my shoulder playfully and caresses the welts made by His belt. i sniffle and wipe the tears and cum away from my face with the back of my hand. “may I get up, Master?” i whimper, feeling so humble, so submissive and oh so punished. He laughs, soft and low. “Oh no, my little bitch, we’ve barely begun.”

I tremble in fear and anticipation as He draws me to my feet and begins to bind me with my legs spread wide and my arms over my head, attached to a rope from the ceiling. He kicks my feet further apart until my thigh muscles scream, and ties the spreader bar to my ankles. He blindfolds me, kissing my neck and sending shivers down my body. The karada is held to a high tension by my position and stimulating my clit unmercifully. He gags me with a leather gag and ties it so tight that I can’t make a sound. His hands roam gently over me, assessing the welts, pinching them until I wag my ass in supplication. The movement is humiliating but I can’t help it. I am helplessly immobilized and hooded and my fear begins to drain out of me as a calm descends over my soul. There is nothing I can do to stop this. It’s funny how that realization makes it easier for me to accept whatever He dishes out. Something smacks the welts on my ass and I choke on a cry that is forced back down my throat as another blow lands. “You are going to be so sore by the time I’m done with you that even a feather will make you cry.” He says with a laugh as He smacks me again and again. My tears are running down my neck and I clench my ass and release it, riding the waves of pain. He stops and the pain abates into a fiery ache that is so much better than the paddle that I nearly cum. Something touches my anus and is forced past the ring of muscle until it is firmly lodged. It is small and I give it no thought until it starts getting hot! Soon it is burning and I am crying uncontrollably behind my gag as my Master begins to thrash me again, this time with the flog. The burning takes my breath away and I gasp as He gives it a twist to release more of the ginger into my ass. His fingers reach around and massage my clit. “You are not allowed to cum tonight.” He says sternly . “You may tell me when to stop by nodding . If you cum, I will strap you to the bed and beat you until there is not a spot on you that is not red and striped. Do you understand?” I nod my head hard and He torments me, stopping me at the brink every time, interspersing this with hard spanks to cool my boiling blood. I am so wet now that the juice is running down the inside of my thighs. Suddenly the rope attached to my arms is released and I am forced to my knees. I hear his zipper go down . “Show your gratitude, little bitch,” He says and I eagerly take His hot length into my mouth. I suck His cock with long deep strokes while He fondles my hair and wipes the tears from my cheeks. “You will swallow.” He say and I bob my head in agreement. It should be easy after lapping it slowly cold from a dish. His hips buck and His hand tightens in my hair as He jets His cum into my mouth. This time it’s warm and I swallow it carefully as he murmurs those priceless words, “You are being such a good girl.” I rest my head against His thigh and he caresses me while I tremble from exhaustion and frustration. I have to keep my legs spread wide to keep from crushing my clit between them and accidentally cumming. My hungry little pussy opens and closes in the cool dungeon air, wanting to be stuffed with something, anything. I try not to writhe but He notices and laughs quietly. “Maybe I’ll let you cum tomorrow, little bitch.” I swallow a whimper and kiss His boot in an attempt to plead with Him. “None of that, bitch,” He says, “You have a long night ahead of you.”

As I lie next to my Master in bed, my sore ass pressing into the cool sheets, I dreamily think that tomorrow He may let me cum. He has tied my legs far apart tonight to prevent me from pleasuring myself and my wrists are tied to my karada so I can’t reach. The ache in my pussy has subsided into a heavy throb and as I fall asleep I hear Him whisper, “Good little bitch.”

I wake up slowly to the feel of cold leather running up and down my belly and thighs. I moan and thrust my hips upward, straining for any contact with my reawakening clit. “You are so wet,” He whispers, delivering several hard spanks to the tender flesh below my breasts. I cry out and He immediately muffles me with His hand, the large, calloused fingers abrasive against my cheeks. He spanks me slowly, leisurely, making sure that every piece of my front is well latticed with red stripes. My tears stream into my hair as I thrash and bounce beneath His careful blows. Finally, He stops and stands back to admire His handiwork. “You look so beautiful like this, little bitch, the marks make you beautiful.” I gulp back my cries and smile, my lower lip quivering. “Do you want to cum? He asks teasingly. “yes, Master,” I answer softly. He laughs, “You are going to be so sorry you said that,” He says. I whimper as He strokes me with the belt. He bunches the leather up in His fist until only a short length is protruding and starts to spank my pussy. I cry and squirm but can’t escape the cruel blows. The sound of leather on flesh is loud, jarring, and the longer He continues, the wetter the sound is . I scream as I cum, riding the crashing waves of pain into oblivion.