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Chapter 3
I sat with my feet propped up on the coffee table and flipped channels trying to find something good to watch. Occasionally I would hear my pet in the peak of her mind shattering orgasm. Other times I could hear her begging me to come back and save her from her torment. She was such a perfect little pet, and I smiled with the luck that I had in finding her. She was the most sensual woman that I had ever met, and the innocence in her eyes that even now, after all the time spent, showed through as a perfect pupil and pet.
I had prepared and consumed a wonderful meal, salad with slices of chicken and shrimp, a New York Strip and some sautéed potatoes. Combined with some garlic bread and a couple of dark barley beers, I struggled to keep my eyes open on the couch. My pet’s audible sounds did nothing to wake me up, as I had learned from the past that her pitiful but willing moans simply aided in the most erotic dreams on the few occasions that I had drifted off.
As I surfed the channels, I came across a risqué skit of a slave with her Mistress. It was vanilla of course. More extreme content could not be seen on Adult cable. The sweet submissive was busy lubricating a latex strap on. Though I could not tell for sure, I pretended that the harness around the Mistress contained another plug for her enjoyment. The Mistress’s hips slowly gyrated as she eased the dildo in and out of her pet’s mouth. The pet, under her Mistress’s orders, turned around on her hands and knees and presented her wonderful holes. Settling in behind her, the Mistress swiftly penetrated her pet’s pussy, sinking the dildo as deep as it would go. Simultaneously, the girl cried out in pain and pleasure, and as if in stereo, I heard my pet release a particularly loud cry of pain and frustration.
That cry was the one that I had been waiting on. From past experience I knew that she was quickly approaching her limits. For three hours, she had been contained in certain discomfort, and while as miraculous as she was, I was aware that she would soon release her safe word if she were not attended to. While on occasion I allowed it to continue to this point, tonight I preferred to be her savior and to catch her before she peaked. I had found from the past that utterance of the safe word would sometimes be so severe that it would break the mood of the things that were occurring. I was not about to end the evening so quickly, so I laid the TV remote on the coffee table and proceeded through the house to attend my lovely pet. Along the way, I reached into my pocket and produced the small remote that controlled my pet’s anal vibrator. I switched it ‘off’ which was the first relief that she had experienced all night from its continuous but changing vibrations.
I stood outside the door to her room and listened to the reactions caused by the sudden stop of her viberator. Except for the occasional rattle of her shackles, all I heard for several seconds was silence. Then I was satisfied with a perfect tirade of cries for help, the scream of definite pain, and loud sobbing that was muffled through the door. I slowly reached out and turned the doorknob, and I made my way to my delicate pet. The smell of her feminine odor in the room was overpowering, and my dick responded accordingly. Stepping over to the nearby table, I scanned its contents until my eyes rested on a soft plume feather. Though I had not made any sound except for opening the door, she seemed to know where I was at in the room, and she began struggling in her confinements to get closer to me. Perhaps she could see a little bit through her blindfold.
As I looked at her, I felt certain pride knowing that I had the perfect pet in my possession. She was a wreck. The dried spittle on her face was intoxicating to view, and the puddle that she sat in gave evidence into the toil that she had suffered over the past 3 hours. Her breasts had a faint bluish tinge, but it was nothing to be concerned about. In the past, they had endured much more intense stimuli.
Gently, I began to trace the feather along her neck, slowly pulling it down onto her shoulder, and then I traced the top edge of her breast. Pulling away, I repeated the action on the other side of her body. She released a wonderful moan, sighing in contentment with the treatment she was receiving. Turning the feather parallel to her breasts, I lightly stimulated both of her nipples. She inhaled deeply, and she let out a giggle. Her breasts were highly sensitive and she was a very ticklish girl. I continued to brush the feather along all of her exposed parts, thoroughly pleased with the squirms, moans, and giggles of her reactions. With my free hand, I dabbed my finger in the puddle between her legs, and I slowly traced her lips. Eagerly, she opened her mouth to draw my finger in, sucking with wild abandon as she released a throaty moan. I withdrew my finger only to repeat the procedure, this time utilizing two fingers. She again sucked with a frenzy that was pleasing to me, and I gently patted her on her head to show my pleasure.
“Good girl. You have had such a tough experience, and yet you still strive to please me. I do think that you enjoy this as much or more than I do. Tell me though, does it not embarrass you to sit in a puddle of your own waste?”
“I am so sorry master. If I could have avoided it, I would have…it just kinda happened. It’s irritating me to no end. It’s cold and it’s been so cold for so long. Please, please let me up so that I can dry myself off.”
“Perhaps when the time comes we’ll see to that. So, how about your pretty face? Is it also aggravating you to ‘no end’?”
“Oh, I do believe that’s the worst of it Master. My face feels so dry, and I’m worried that its gonna mess up my skin. Please let me clean myself up.”
Pressing a finger to her lips, I shushed her pleas. Taking my time, I produced some baby wipes from underneath the table. I straddled her lap with a slight amount of space between us, and I slowly began to cleanse her face. She smiled with glee at the attention she was receiving, and I couldn’t stop from taking the soft, moist cloth and faintly brushing her nipples with it. She released a pleasant moan as she struggled to bring her confined hands around from the back of the chair. I removed the blindfold from her eyes, and she squeezed them shut as the light flooded into her pupils. I continued the gentle wiping with another cloth as the first had become soiled. She winced as a small portion of the cloth brushed her eyelids, and the alcohol briefly stung her eyes. She blinked them rapidly and then closed them tightly again. While they were closed, I roughly scooted forward on her lap, pressing my hard cock against her belly. As I leaned into her, my weight crushed into her pert breasts, and I unlocked her handcuffs behind her back. At first, her arms slumped to her sides, and she emitted a sigh of relief. Then she brought her arms up around me, attempting to pull me even closer. I allowed her to maintain her embrace for a moment. Then I quietly reminded her that she had not been given permission for such an action. “Three, my pet. As hard as you sometimes try, you still end up committing offenses. I warned you earlier tonight, but it seems that you can’t help but be a troublesome pet at times. “
I stood up and stepped away from her. Her arms separated from around my back. She stretched them outward, and she extended her fingertips attempting to maintain contact. I took another step back. Slowly, she bent her elbows and allowed her hands to rest on top of her thighs. She wiggled uncomfortably in the chair as she looked at me with pleading eyes.
“Would you like a few minutes to take a shower?”
“Oh master, that would be perfect. I hate the thought of this urine soaking into my butt and thighs. And the smell… I don’t want you smelling me like this. Please let me go.”
“You do realize that such a reward doesn’t come without a price don’t you? I will allow you to shower, but first you must stand up and clean up your mess that you’ve made in that chair. I’m certainly not going to do it. I didn’t make the mess.”
She eagerly agreed, and she made her first attempt to stand in three hours. I stood back and watched her effort. The brassiere, ever present with its confinement, combined with the lack of mobility that she had suffered made a seemingly simple task quite difficult. At first she attempted to stand by pulling her feet underneath her, but her constraints worked against her. With a frustrated grunt, she placed her palms on each edge of the chair. They were touching her thighs. She attempted to stand again, and this time she managed to come about six inches out of the chair before her right hand slipped off the slick surface. She abruptly crashed back into the seat and splashed into her urine and cum. It coated her thighs and some of it splashed out of the chair and onto the carpet. Realizing what she had done, she quickly looked up at me in stark fear and humiliation. I slowly shook my head, and she emitted a soft sob at my reaction as her face flushed.
“Hurry! Get up out of that chair now! Your piss is ruining the carpet and all you can do is sit and cry! Now! Now! Now!” She scrambled to stand again as I turned toward the table. With my back to her, I heard her hysterical cries as she struggled to her feet. Searching the table’s contents, I grasped the handle of a leather cat-o-nine-tails, and I quickly spun around on her. She had just straightened her legs, and through forced pain she had managed to overcome the brassiere’s confinement and stand erect. Her breasts stood out proudly, and she was met with a whistling sound as the leather whipped through the air to collide on her left breast. She released an agonizing cry, but before she had a chance to react, I had already recoiled and brought it down on her right breast. She wailed as the pain shot through her sensitive breasts, and she instinctively brought her arms up to cover them. “ARMS AT YOUR SIDES! CUP YOUR BUTTOCKS NOW!” Her tears were flowing freely now, and she scrambled to do as she was told. I released 4 more strikes, alternating from breast to breast. She writhed all over while standing in place, and I could see her fingers flexing into her butt cheeks as each blow was delivered. “You will learn to be more respectful of the things we have!” Four more swings rapidly followed, this time from side to side. Tale-tale signs of reddening welts started to surface on her breasts, and her tears continued to flow down her cheeks, under her chin, until they fanned out as they traveled down her neck. With my free hand, I grasped her firmly by the chin and forced her to look into my eyes. In a quite whisper, I told her to get on her knees and start cleaning up her mess.
Amongst wailing sobs, she did as she was told. Grabbing a towel from my hand, she frantically began dabbing up puddles in the carpet. She was presented with an impossible task, because gravity was pulling her tears off her face, and she was constantly dealing with new areas of moisture in the carpet created by them. She turned her attention to the chair, and she soaked up the majority of the mess contained in its beveled design. Walking up behind her, I gently took the towel from her shaking hands, and I placed it in a nearby trashcan. She peered at me through tousled hair and a tear streaked face as the sobs continued to wrack her body. I slowly stroked her beautiful hair as I whispered to her in soothing tones. I eased her head down into the chair, still damp with her juices, but I allowed her to turn her head to the left so that her right cheek rested on the chair’s surface. She attempted to stifle her sobs, and I gently held her hand as I continued to smooth her hair. “If I remember correctly my dear, you were on your way to take a shower. I’m going to take your brassiere off you now, because we both know that leather doesn’t do very well in water,” I said with a laugh. She tried a faint smile, but she was still overwhelmed with what had just occurred, and she had difficulty maintaining her smile due to the occasional sobs that persisted.
I released her hand and smoothed her hair away from the brassiere’s zipper. Grasping it firmly, I tugged swiftly at the zipper as it traced a line down toward the crevice in her ass. The brassiere fell to the floor underneath her, and she inhaled a tremendous amount of air and slowly exhaled it. I placed my hands on her butt cheeks and softly massaged them. She moaned softly at my delicate touch, and I could see that her pussy was wet with desire. While I wanted to plunge my hard cock into her and drive it relentlessly until I was spent, she had not earned that privilege yet this evening. Instead, I continued down her legs, lightly dragging my fingertips along her wonderful thighs, and specifically avoiding her hairless pussy. I lingered on her calve muscles for some time, gently kneading them while I blew a gentle stream of air onto her pussy and anus. Her crying had stopped and had been replaced with sensual moans that stirred me from deep within. I removed my hands from her calves and quickly unfastened her shackles. After doing so, I stood up and gave her a playful slap on the ass.
“Come on darling. Stand up so I can look at you.” She giggled and though she was abit slow from the stiffness of her confinement, she managed to stand before me. “Hold your hair up and place your hands on the back of your head, dear. Good, now slowly turn for me. I want to get a full view of your beauty before you go take your shower.” I retrieved the plume feather again, and as she provocatively turned in front of me, I used the feather and traced the impressions left in her skin by the brassiere. Beautiful lines appeared on her body where the outfit had made its impression. She cooed softly as the feather glided along her sensitive skin, and she couldn’t help but fall into that role of flirty and seductive woman proud to be admired by others. She laughed at me as she saw the smile on my face.
“Lets see… have I forgotten anything, dear?”
“Um, Master, I still have the plug in. Do you think that we could remove that too? It’s been there for so long.”
“No pet, I’m afraid not. There’s a couple of reasons for that. For one, I have set you free to enjoy your shower, but I do want you to remember that this is not over, and that seems to be a pretty good reminder that your ass belongs to me. Secondly, you picked out a large toy earlier this evening. If you have any hope of accommodating it later tonight without potential pain, you need to be accustomed to being full.” She nodded in understanding and dropped the subject.
“Now, go take your shower. You are allowed 5 minutes to clean yourself and become presentable to me again. You may take longer if you wish. I do not mind, but be aware that every minute that you spend past the five that I have granted will result in one additional strike per minute for your punishment later tonight. You may even…, um, do something, in the shower if you wish, but only once.” With a hard slap on her ass, I sent her toward the doorway. She yelped as she felt the sting, but it did not stop her from seductively swaying her hips as she walked away. She was at the threshold of the doorway when I switched the anal viberator to the #1 setting.
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