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The story continues. This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. Constructive criticism would be appreciated. Email me at jake63@live.com or post a review.
I awoke the next morning to the wonderful sensation of a wet, hot tongue running the length of my morning wood. Flipping back the covers, I saw Elizabeth’s smiling eyes looking up at me from between my legs.
Looking over at the alarm clock, I saw that it was 7:30. “Girl, it’s Saturday morning and you wake me up early. I had planned on sleeping in this morning.”
“You can go back to sleep, if you like Sir.” She replied evilly, and then slid my cock down her throat.
Straining at the sensation of being swallowed whole, I groaned, “No that’s alright; but you will pay for this later.”
I laid my head back on the pillow and enjoyed Elizabeth’s ministrations. She would suck the full length of my cock for a few minutes and then remove it from her mouth so she could lap at my balls with her poker hot tongue, causing me to twitch and squirm. After about twenty minutes of her attention, I couldn’t take it any longer. I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and rapidly fucked her mouth until my balls emptied with several viscous spurts.
Elizabeth swallowed the load that I had given her and continued to clean my shrinking member in her mouth until she was satisfied that she had gotten every last drop of my cum. Sliding her body back up beside me, she laid her head on the pillow and grinned.
“Good morning Sir.”
“Good morning Elizabeth.” I replied. “You’re pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
Looking at me coyly she answered, “What do mean Sir?, while batting her eyes.
“Just don’t fool yourself in to believing that you can get what you want, when you want it.” I said as I slid my hand between her legs and entered her moist pussy with one finger.
Elizabeth immediately closed her eyes, arched her back and let out a little gasp.
“Today, I’m going to teach you about control.” I said as I began to wiggle my finger inside of her.
“The first thing that you are going to learn is to control your orgasms. A slave girl must learn that an orgasm is a gift from her master. It is given for his pleasure, not hers. So far I have given you permission to cum when you asked for it. Today and from this day forward permission will be much harder to come by.” I whispered in her ear as I slid another finger inside her and began to massage her clit with my thumb. Elizabeth’s breath became shallow and rapid as I continued to stimulate her sex, until she was panting and hanging on the very edge of orgasm. Her fingers clutching at the sheet beneath her as her head rocked for side to side.
“I can give you the pleasure of an orgasm if it pleases me, or………”, I said as I withdrew my fingers, “I can deny it.”
Elizabeth groaned and slumped back onto the bed as she slid back from the brink.
“That’s not fair”, the girl panted as her hips hunched upwards in search of relief.
“Fair has got nothing to do with it.” I said, grabbing her left nipple and roughly rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. “Fair means that I do what I want to do with you, when I want to do it. Now get up and we’ll start your morning routine.”
She followed me into the bathroom and again as I stood in front of the toilet, she scampered over and delicately wrapped her fingers around my dick and pointed towards the bowl. This time, instead of shaking the last drops off when I had finished, she knelt down and licked the last drop away with the tip of her tongue. I didn’t know whether that it was a gesture of submission or that she was trying to gain favor in order to be allowed to cum. It brought a smile to my face either way.
Elizabeth then stood up and put the seat down to relieve her own bladder. I stopped her,
“What do you think that you’re doing?”
“Sir, I need to pee really bad.” She said with a confused look on her face.
“Not yet.” I said pointing to the floor, “You know the position.”
As she knelt there, face on the floor, ass in the air, I prepared her enema, inserted the inflatable nozzle and emptied its contents into her. With a full bladder and now a full colon her discomfort came much more quickly this time. She was pleading for relief in no time.
“Please Sir; please let me go, please.”
“No, I don’t think so. I want to play with that hot little pussy of yours some more.” I said as I knelt down beside the girl and once again began to finger her pussy and clit.
Despite the pressure from the fluids that filled her, Elizabeth immediately was pushed back to the edge. She started rocking her cunt back against my fingers desperately trying to cum. Just as I saw her thighs start to quiver from her impending orgasm, I pulled my fingers away, leaving her sobbing at the threshold of release. Her mind fogged with lust.
I slapped her ass to bring her back to reality. “OK, I’m going to remove the nozzle. You’d better keep that asshole clenched tight. If one drop of water hits my floor, you’ll be shitting and pissing outside for a month.”
Remembering the shame of having to pee along side of the highway, she nodded her head and tightened her sphincter around the intruding device. After I had slowly pulled the nozzle out, I could she the girl’s rosebud quivering, trying to hold back the flood within her.
“Alright, you can empty now.” I said stepping out of the path between Elizabeth and the toilet.
With her arms folded over her distended stomach, Elizabeth carefully got to feet and shuffled with her legs clamped together over to the toilet. After setting down and with her arms still clutching her stomach, she leaned forward and released the pent up water in violent fashion. The girl dawned a blush that spread from her face to the tops of her tits when she looked up and remembered that I was standing there watching her.
“I’m sorry Sir,” she said covering her face in embarrassment.
“It’s quite alright; I have not granted you the privilege of privacy. Your body and its functions are in my control, not yours.”
Elizabeth first looked shocked by this statement, but as it sank in she seemed to accept and be comforted by it. She thought to herself, “My body really does belong to him now.”
As Elizabeth wiped herself and flushed the toilet as I as turned on the shower and we both climbed in. After we were both soaped and rinsed, I resumed Elizabeth’s torment.
She braced her hands against the wall as I bent her over and again started to finger her pussy. She flailed her wet hair up and down in anticipation of the orgasm that I would not allow to happen. Once again I removed my fingers from her and stepped out of the way and let the stiff steam from the shower head land directly on her ass and needy snatch. She began to gyrate her sex under that stream of water trying to stimulate just the right spot that would allow her to come. It was no use. I watched, smiling, as she slowly came back down to earth.
I steadied her as we stepped out of the shower and she began to dry my body. She tried to get my cock in her mouth as she dried my lower body.
“Not now”, I said pulling her back to her feet.
I would have loved to feel her warm mouth engulf me again, but in order for her to receive the maximum frustration; I would need to show restraint also.
“Fix your face and hair and then go down to the kitchen and fix us breakfast. I like bacon, scrambled eggs and coffee.” I told her as I walked out of the bathroom.
Stopping in the door way to look back at her, “I’ll out on the patio; bring breakfast out there when it’s ready. Oh, and don’t forget, you’re not allowed to touch yourself or cum.”
It was difficult for Elizabeth to even put on her makeup, as her hands were so shaky from her sexually over charged condition. Eventually, she was able to finish her makeup, pull her hair back in a tight bun and straightened up the bedroom and bath. When everything was in order, she headed downstairs to fix breakfast.
The preparation of breakfast went off with out any complications, other than the occasional grease splatter from the frying bacon hitting her bare breasts and stomach. She found a wooden serving tray and placed the plates and cups of coffee on it and headed outside. At the doorway, it suddenly occurred to her that she would be walking outside, wearing nothing but a stainless steel collar, in broad daylight. Glancing in each direction, she could see that the backyard was fenced and well screened from any neighboring homes. Comforted by this, she opened the French doors and stepped out on the patio.
I was reclining in a chase lounge on the patio, when Elizabeth brought the tray of food out. I sat up and took her plate and sat it at the foot of the lounge while I held mine in my lap. The girl gracefully sat on the warm paving stones with her legs curled to her side and waited for me to sample her cooking.
“This is very good”, I said after taking a bite of eggs.
Smiling, Elizabeth answered, “Thank you Sir. I was taught to cook at a young age.”
The girl then began to eat her own food. I noted the graceful manner in which she ate, despite that fact the she had to be very hungry, as she had not eaten in more than a day.
After we had both finished our breakfast, Elizabeth placed the plates and cups on the tray and stood to take them back inside. Stopping her, I instructed her to stand beside me as I reclined in the chase and began to run my hands up the insides of her thighs.
“Are your thighs tender this morning”, I asked as I patted the insides of her legs, indicating for her to spread her feet apart.
“A little Sir.” She answered, trying not to drop anything from the tray that she held in front of her.
As I slid my hand up and began sawing my index finger back and forth through her slit, I asked her, “Tell me what you were feeling when I was whipping you last night.”
Now visibly trembling from the stimulation my finger was providing, Elizabeth began.
“When you tied my legs wide open, Sir, I was very frightened. I didn’t know how bad it was going to hurt.”
Elizabeth stopped speaking and her tray shuddered as I slid my finger inside of her.
“Yes, go on.” I said, prodding her back to her description.
“When you first started hitting me it hurt, I know you weren’t hitting very hard, but it stung really badly.”
The girl began bending her legs to hump my finger slowly as she continued.
“But, as you started to hit me harder with the whip the pain began to change into a glowing feeling inside me and then when you told me I could cum and bought the whip directly down on my pussy, the glow turned into an explosion.”
The plates and cups on her tray were now rattling as she again approached orgasm.
For the forth time that morning I removed my finger from her sex before she could reach fulfillment.
“You’d better go put those in the kitchen before you break something”, I said casually, bring her back to reality. “But, before you go, kneel down and clean your juices from my fingers.”
Dutifully, she knelt down and took my finger into her mouth and sucked it clean. She noticed that the taste was not as foreign as it was yesterday and in this excited state, her own scent intoxicated her. As she sucked, one of her painfully hard nipples rubbed against my arm, sending a ripple of excitement through her body.
“Go clean up the kitchen. When you are done, come back outside.” I said, shaking her from her thoughts.
Regaining her feet, Elizabeth walked unsteadily back inside. She hurriedly put the tray down and braced her hands against the edge of the counter for fear that her legs might buckle under her. Her entire nervous system felt like an over stretched rubber band, waiting to pop. Clamping her legs together, the girl willed herself back under control.
Bemused, she thought to herself, “How can he get me so out of control? He fingers my pussy a little and I turn into a bitch in heat. Does he have this control over all women or am I just a needy slut?”
Retuning to the present, Elizabeth cleaned the kitchen quickly and fixed a pitcher of iced tea for her master. Returning to the patio, she knelt down beside my chair and handed me a glass of tea.
Teasing her even further, I reach down between her legs and lightly rub her engorged clit and say;
“Thank you for the tea, Elizabeth and breakfast was excellent, you deserve a little reward.”
Elizabeth instantly perked up, thinking that the teasing might be over and she would finally be allowed to cum.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Her shoulders slumped as I said, “you may lie out in the sun for the rest of the morning.”
“Yes Sir”, she answers dejectedly as she is once again denied orgasm.
Elizabeth laid back in the chase next to me and stretched her beautiful body out to absorb the sun. She looked like a Greek goddess as the warm sun began to cause droplets of sweat to form on her supple body.
We spent the remainder of the lazy morning dozing in the warm June sun. I awoke and looked at my watch and realized it was nearly 1:00. Elizabeth was still sleeping when I fished an ice cube from the pitcher of tea and knelt down beside chase. The girl began to stir as I slowly circled her nipples with the ice. Within seconds both became hard and puckered. Elizabeth’s eyes opened quickly and she gasped as I placed my warm mouth over the nipple that had seconds before been iced.
I began to nibble and chew on her nipples, causing her to wiggle and squirm against the cushion, as her excitement again rose. I couldn’t resist sliding her hips to the end of the chair so I could lick her aching little clit. I knew that I would have to be careful, it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge and ruin an entire mornings worth of teasing. I began by just blowing on here nubbin. This alone was enough to cause her body to go rigid.
“Please Sir, may I cum, Please, I’ll do what ever you want, just pleeeeeaaaaasssseee let me cum.” Elizabeth pleaded frantically.
“Not yet my sweet,” I said as I lightly licked her slit.
The contact of my tongue and her clit caused her hips to thrush up violently, nearly busting my lip with her pubic bone.
I sat back on my haunches, checked my lip for blood and smiled, “I think that you require something to distract you from your needs. Follow me.”
Elizabeth, once again, was forced to gather her senses enough to walk as she followed me into the house. We stopped in the kitchen to eat a quick sandwich, while I told the girl of her next task.
“Shortly, I will take you down my dungeon.” Elizabeth’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of the word.
“Unfortunately, it has not seen much use recently and is in need of a thorough cleaning. You will clean it from top to bottom and if you do a good job, perhaps I will let you sample some of its pleasures.” I said as I stood and placed the plates in the sink.
“Follow me.”
We walked down the hall and into my office. I opened an inconspicuous door in the corner and we descended the stairs to the dungeon.
Elizabeth audibly grasped as I flicked on the light switch and the room was illuminated.
Scattered about the room were various implements of bondage and torment. As if in a trance, Elizabeth slowly circled the room lightly touching each item. She ran her fingers along the edge of the massive oak table in the center of the room, noticing the steel rings attached to the edges for securing the victim. She next ran her hand across the padded leather top of the whipping bench, leaving a stripe were she displaced the film of dust. She continued around room until she stood under a length of chain with wrist cuffs hanging from it. She reached up and touched the cuffs with the tip of her finger, but quickly jerked her hand back in fear.
Turning to look at me, she asked, “Sir is this where……………….Maria was……?”
“Yes, that’s were Kat whipped Maria.” I replied.
Deep in thought, Elizabeth continued over to the wall were whips, paddles and straps of varying severity were hanging. Then she saw the bullwhip. Knowing that it was the device that nearly killed Maria, she backed away from it as if it were a coiled snake.
“Will you use all of these on me Sir?”
“Yes, at one time or another each will taste your flesh. And yes, some of them will cause you great pain, but I promise that I will never let permanent harm come to you. Do you trust me when I say that?” I say as I lift the girls chin to look into her eyes.
“Yes Sir, I trust you.” And in her heart she meant it.
“Good”, I said as I kissed her on the forehead.
I then slid my hand back to her sex and began giving her directions. As you can tell this room hasn’t been cleaned for some time. I want you clean everything thoroughly and oil all of the leather straps and whips. I thrust two fingers in and out of her over heated pussy as I continued. If you do a good job, I will use a mild whip that will give you pleasure. If you don’t do a good job, I promise you nothing but pain.
“Do you understand?”
“YYess SSir.” The girl quivered as I withdrew my fingers.
“Very good, you’ll find cleaning supplies in that cabinet in the corner. I’ll be back in a few hours to inspect your work.” I said as I turned and started back up the steps.
Elizabeth gathered her cleaning supplies and began dusting the equipment. As she cleaned, her imagination ran wild. Each device brought a new scenario of torture and humiliation. As she waxed the oak table she imagined herself tied down spread eagle as her Master flogged every inch of her body from the bottoms of her feet to her tits. Each lash causing an agonizing stripe of pain across her body. The St. Andrews Cross brought visions of her strapped in place with weighted clamps tortured her nipples and clit for hours.
As she oiled the whips and straps, she imagined leather tearing at her flesh as she screamed in pain and pleasure.
By the time she was nearing completion of her tasks, her juices were literally running down the insides of her thighs. All that remained to do was clean the padded top of the spanking horse when it happened. She was wiping the leather cover with conditioner when she brushed her slit against the corner of the device. As her clit scraped the corner a shock wave was sent through her body that threatened to knock her off her feet.
Elizabeth was past her breaking point. Glancing to make sure that I had not come down the steps to check on her, she shifted around to the end of the horse and lay on her stomach across the length of the horse. Her right hand trailed down between her legs as her free hand pulled on her left nipple. Her fingers strummed her clit frantically as she muffled her moans to little squeaks in an attempt to not be detected.
What Elizabeth didn’t know was that she had been set up. I had long ago installed a web cam in the dungeon so I could monitor activities from my desk. I knew that the girl’s resistance would break.
When I saw what she was doing, I quickly ran down the stairs and yelled.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?”
Startled, Elizabeth stood bolt upright and spun around and without realizing it still had her fingers between her legs.
“Sir I…I...” she stammered.
“Silence” I barked, “Anything that you say now will only make things worse. I can’t believe that as soon as you are left alone you start playing with that hot little pussy of yours. I told you that you are not to touch yourself without my permission and yet you disobey me.”
Tears start to flow down her face as she stood looking at me in shame.
“Save your tears, you’re going to need them in a few minutes.” I said as I turned her around and bent her back into position over the horse. After I had strapped her arms and legs to the legs of the horse, I grabbed a ring gag from the wall and inserted in her mouth, stretching her jaws to the maximum. She mumbled apologies through her stretched mouth until I inserted the penis gag insert through to ring and snapped it in place.
I walked over to the wall on which the punishment devices were hung. I could feel the girl’s eyes following me as I scanned the wall. I knew that I would use the razor strop on her, but I wanted to prolong her suspense.
I heard a muffled whine escape around the gag as I took down the strap and headed back to my retrained maid. Squatting down in front of the girl, I grabbed a hand full of her hair and raised her drooping head to look me in the eyes.
“I told that today you would learn to control yourself and your orgasms. You have failed. I told you that an orgasm is a gift from your Master. Instead of waiting to receive that gift, you chose to try and steal it. Now you will learn a lesson. For the first phase of your punishment you will receive six slashes with the strop. They will be severe. Do you think you deserve this punishment?
Tears streaking down her face, she nodded yes.
I released my grip on her hair and her head slumped down to see the drops her tears were making on the floor. Strop in hand, walked around behind her and drew back my arm.
CCCCRRRRAAACCCKKK!!!
“EEEEEEIIIIIIGGGGHHHHH!!!!!” Elizabeth’s scream was piercing, despite being muffled by the gag as her head snapped upward. She had never dreamed of pain so intense.
I spaced the next stokes out so there would be plenty of time for the pain to sink in before the next slash.
CCCCRRRRAAACCCKKK!!!
“EEEEEEIIIIIIGGGGHHHHH!!!!!”
CCCCRRRRAAACCCKKK!!!
“EEEEEEIIIIIIGGGGHHHHH!!!!!”
CCCCRRRRAAACCCKKK!!!
“EEEEEEIIIIIIGGGGHHHHH!!!!!”
CCCCRRRRAAACCCKKK!!!
“EEEEEEIIIIIIGGGGHHHHH!!!!!”
The girl’s body glistened with sweat and her ass was covered with angry whelps as I drew back for the final stoke.
CCCCRRRRAAACCCKKK!!!
“EEEEEEIIIIIIGGGGHHHHH!!!!!”
Her body shuddered uncontrollably with sobs as her tears combined into a little pool on the floor below her.
I replaced the strop to its hook and returned to Elizabeth to remove the penis insert from the ring gag. She weakly raised her head and cried.
“I’m sorry Sir, I won’t do it again, I’m so sorry,” struggling to speak through the ring gag.
“Are you sorry that you disobeyed me or are you sorry that you just got your ass beat?” I questioned.
“I’m sorry that I disobeyed you Sir.”
“I’m sure you are, but to guarantee that this lesson is permanently etched in your mind, there will be a second part to your punishment.”
With that, I went over to one of the cabinets and removed a metal stand that held a powerful vibrator on top. I slid the knob of the vibrator against the girl’s exposed pussy and plugged the control box into the wall.
I told you this morning that an orgasm is a gift from your Master, now I am going to show you that it can also be a punishment.”
I then reached down and flipped the switch on the control box that brought the vibrating head to life against her clit.
“OH FUCK! Elizabeth squealed at the sudden jolt of stimulation.
“Pretty intense isn’t.” I said as I unzipped my fly and slid my hard dick down her throat.
As I slowly worked in and out of her throat, I explained the girl’s torture.
“In a few moments, you will begin the climax that you have desired all day and the vibrator will keep the waves, what some women call a rolling climax, going until you think that you can’t stand it anymore. Your only problem is that it will keep going until each wave becomes a torment.”
As my excitement builds I begin fucking her throat more briskly.
“In a perfect world, I could keep your orgasm going indefinitely, unfortunately your pussy will go numb in about fifteen minutes and the orgasm will stop. The beauty of my little machine here is that after 15 minutes it will stop for 30 minutes, thus allowing your wet little snatch to regain its sensitivity and be ready for the next round.”
By this time Elizabeth’s first orgasm was beginning to grow in her loins. I was now fucking her throat at full speed trying to time my ejaculation with her first cum. Her grunts and moans had risen to high pitched squeals as I pulled out of her mouth and with a couple of quick yanks shot my load on her forehead and cheeks. I used the head of my dick to smear the goo around her face as she trashed against her bounds suffering an orgasm that wouldn’t quit. I held her head still long enough to get the penis gag snapped back in place and stood back and watched her prolonged spasms.
Finally the timer in the control box clicked and the vibrator stop. Elizabeth laid across the horse panting and unable to move. I grabbed her hair and lifted her sticky face up to look at me.
“You enjoyed that didn’t you?”
Elizabeth nodded her head in affirmation.
“That’s good, and I’m sure that you will enjoy the next few. However, I’m going to leave you here all night and I’ll assure you that after a few hours they will become quite painful. I fact, by morning you will fear the agony that each new orgasm will bring.
Around the gag, she made unintelligible whines as her eyes pleaded for mercy. I told her to save her strength; she had a long night ahead of her. I gently let her head down, got up and walked out the door, turning out the light. As I was closing the door, I heard Elizabeth squeal as she was encased in darkness.
Elizabeth laid there strapped face down in the silent darkness ass throbbing from the strop and her clit aching for more stimulation. After what seemed like an eternity, the vibrator came to life. This began the ascent to the most earth shattering orgasm of her life, the previous record having been set mere minutes ago.
And so Elizabeth’s night continued. With each cycle, the orgasms became less pleasurable. I went down to the dungeon around midnight to check on her and give her some juice to keep her strength up and prevent dehydration. Her hair was soaked with sweat and clinging to her face.
I gently lifted her head, removed the insert from her gag and placed the lip of the bottle in the ring gag.
“Drink this”, I told her as I tipped the bottle to pour a little of the juice into her parched mouth.
“Thank you sir,” she mumbled and swallowed more of the juice, until she had finished the entire bottle.
I glanced down to the read out on the control box and saw the she only had a few minutes left before the vibrator came to life. Setting down the empty bottle, I snapped the insert back and eased her head back down to its drooping position.
Walking around behind the girl and ran my hand over her punished ass. The angry red whelps of a few hours before had transformed themselves to purple stripes of bruised fresh. Her pussy lips and clit, however, were now inflamed as they nestled around the bulbous head of the vibrator.
As the vibrator kicked in, it was obvious that the girl was well past enjoying this treatment. Her jumped body and strained as if it was a red hot poker touching her sex. I nearly caved in and turned the machine off when she started emitting long pitiful whines. I knew however that this long painful night would teach a lesson that would stay with her for the rest of her days.
“You only have 6 hours to go,” was the last thing Elizabeth heard before I again flipped off the light switch and sent her back into her dark purgatory.
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