The Big Teasing

I arrive home to find my slave waiting for me as I had ordered her to in the email I sent earlier. She was blindfolded and naked except for the high-heeled sandals that were a bit too small. She had also placed the cuffs on her wrists and ankles as directed. As I had demanded, she had diligently secured her nipples in the tight nooses that graced the ends of a foot long piece of 5/50 cord that I often use for this purpose. Wisely, she had complied with my directions to tie the opposite end of a short length of coarse rope to the middle of the cord connecting her nipples. At the other end of the coarse rope was an 8-inch dowel. As directed, she had pulled the coarse rope between her legs and maintained a firm grasp of the dowel with both hands behind her back. She even demonstrated some impressive discipline in setting the knot rather high on the rope so that it stretched her nipples nicely and the rope pulled snuggly into her cunt. Although I could not tell by looking, I assumed she had the two large metal balls stuffed neatly in her twat. Clearly she had set up the camera to document her preparation and to record her compliance to the order that she continue to rhythmically tug her nipples and rub her cunt with the rope she was holding behind her back. It was also there to let me know if she failed to resist the need to cum as she teased her clit with the coarse rope. I looked forward to studying the video to confirm her compliance and the see if she bothered to beg for release as she often does when forced to perform for the camera.

I walked up to her and she turned her blindfolded face to me. "Continue," I ordered, "and no doubt like yourself, I wish to cum now." Noting her danger, she immediately started moving her face towards where she thought my waist would be and began searching for a way to get my cock in her mouth. Her fear and personal desire made her clumsy, which I took advantage of to remind her that I wanted to cum immediately! Eventually however, she was able to get my cock free and into her mouth. As she worked to please me, I commented on how good it felt and asked her if she too would like to cum. She mumbled a desperate "yes" around my cock. I told her if she continued to beg, and do a good job, I might make her cum soon too. With this encouragement, she began to beg with her mouth full of my rock hard cock, and I grabbed the back of her head and buried my cock even deeper down her throat. With the combination of the fantastic scene unfolding around me, the talented actions of my slave's tongue and vibration of her desperate begging, I soon lost control and shot my load deep into her throat. I allowed my self to enjoy her sucking and begging until I was soft before withdrawing from her and stepping back to see the effect of her erotic actions on her own desires.

She was clearly in a state of near orgasm, and she had dutifully not stopped pulling the rope back and forth through her dripping gash. "Very good, but please continue teasing yourself for my pleasure," I said, as I moved behind her and tied her hands to the stick she had previously just been holding. Returning to her front, I proceeded to place a leather harness around her chest and secure the straps around the base of her breasts. This of course pulled her nipples a bit more, but I didn't mind :-). When I was done, I told her I would take over, and grasped the rope connecting her nipples to her wrists. I began kissing her neck and caressing her while tugging gently but fairly rapidly on the rope rubbing her clit. I could tell she was getting close, so I cautioned her that I had not given her permission to cum. She started breathing deeply attempting to control her body and will herself not to cum. However, I was not making it easy for her. Soon, she began whimpering and begging earnestly to be allowed to cum. With an evil tone in my voice, I said "Don't you dare cum before I tell you to," I said, and began to tug rapidly on the rope. I watched as she began to tense up in a pre-orgasmic flush. Just as she was about to cum, she let out a low moan and began a long high pitched whine, I yanked the nooses hard enough to pull them off her nipples and slapped her hard in the face. The immediate and violent reaction had the desired effect of startling her off the edge of an otherwise uncontrollable orgasm. "You were about to cum without permission weren't you!" I yelled. "You undisciplined slut!" "I can't believe you wouldn't wait for me to give you permission. For this you will pay!" Grabbing her hair, I pulled her to her feet and dragged her to the bedroom to continue her torment.

Once in the bedroom, I threw her to the bed and ordered her to raise her knees to her chest. Violently, I grabbed the stick to which her hands were tied and pulled them over her ass and behind her knees thus effectively exposing her ass and cunt. I picked up a crop from the hook on the bedpost and gave her ten quick hard smacks before stopping. I took the opportunity to examine the effects of the crotch rope and was pleased to see that she was suitably raw and yet very wet. I wanted to keep her on edge, so I rubbed the crop across her clit until she started to squirm again. When I thought she might again be climbing the hill towards orgasm, I abruptly stopped and gave her pussy five sharp smacks with the crop. I repeated the pussy whipping and rubbing a few times before tossing the crop aside and pulling her hands all the way over her legs. I dragged her to the corner of the bed and pushed her legs on either side of the corner while lifting her hands over her head and hooking the stick to a conveniently placed eye bolt at the top of our four poster up-right. I have a handy horizontal brace that fits with the post of the bed. It uses a lever action and a rubber base and back that is easily adjustable, similar to the way tree stands work. I fitted it to the post and positioned tightly into her crotch so that she was forced to lift herself up on her toes to avoid putting her weight directly on her cunt.

Being the sadistic bastard I am, I then proceeded to fit the rest of a special harness over her breasts. This consisted of four straps that linked to a spiked metal ring. The metal ring fitted around her areolas and the other ends of the four straps were fed through the D-rings on the leather harness I had previously cinched around the base of her breasts. I pulled her nipples through the spiked ring so that the spikes kept her areolas from slipping back through. I then adjusted the straps tight enough to reasonably compress her breasts. I then fitted tight clamps to he nipples and connected them to lengths of 5/50 cord that I fed through the eyebolt and tied to the stick clipped to her wrists. I shortened the cord so it stretched her nipples and lifted her breasts, but did not cause the spikes to press into her nipples too much. I then released the clip connecting the stick to the eyebolt so that she had to hold her arms stretched above her head or her areolas would be pulled into the spikes on the ring encircling them. I picked up the crop and gave her a sharp strike across her belly and as she responded by pulling her nipples into the spikes in an attempt to bring her hands down to protect herself. I repeated the action until she began to resist the urge to pull her hands down.

Now, even though I had cum less than 15 minutes earlier, the fun I was having started to get to me again. Thus, I decided that if she tried hard, she might be able to bring me off again. I hopped up onto the bed and stood in front of her, and ordered her to suck me off again. Dutifully, she leaned forward as far as she could without pulling her nipples into the spikes, or putting too much weight on her clit. However, I wanted her to be desperate to please me, so I backed away from her. She began to beg me to have mercy, but I only laughed and told her she had better work hard, so that I might cum sooner. Resigned to her fate, she leaned forward and put all of her weight onto her clit while doing her best to ignore the pain in her nipples. In very little time, she was indeed desperate to make me cum so she could return to her relatively more comfortable position. However, I had just recently cum, and it was a good 20 minutes of extreme pain she had to endure while pleasuring me before I erupted with a groan and shot another wad of cum down her throat. I pulled her head forward a little farther and allowed her to suck me gently until I was fully satisfied. I then released her back to her original position and climbed off the bed. Deciding she deserved a bit of a reward for her efforts, I picked up a large spiky vibrator and shoved it under her cunt. A quick wrap of duct tape secured the vibrator to the horizontal beam. This of course added another inch or so on height to the beam and even straining her toes towards the floor as she was, I doubt she was able to take much of the pressure off her cunt. As I turned the vibrator on high, she began to squeal a bit so I decided to do something to keep her quiet. Walking to the hall closet, I retrieved a 5-pound rubber coated dumb bell. Taking a bit more 5/50 cord, I tied a 2-foot length to the dumb bell and used another short piece that I tied very tightly to her nipples (just behind the clamps connecting her nipples to her wrists). I then joined the two cords and ordered my wife to open her mouth. I explained that she was to hold the dumb bell in her mouth and the consequences that letting it fall would have on her nipples. I then informed her I was off to review the tape to make sure she had done as she was told before my arrival. I promised her considerably more torment if she had failed to tease herself mercilessly while awaiting my homecoming. I couldn't tell if the resulting expression on her face was because she hadn't, or if it was because she knew how long the tape was running before I had gotten home. "Enjoy yourself slut," I said, "you may cum if you can." With an expression of both relief and fear, she nodded her head and mumbled an appropriate "yes master" around the dumb bell in her mouth. As I left the room, she was already climbing to what looked to be a rather powerful orgasm. I wondered if she realized that it would no doubt sap what strength she maintained in her toes and that the powerful vibrator buzzing at her crotch would likely continue to work it's magic long after she wished to catch her breath. However, that was her problem. I had a video to review and needed an hour or so to get myself back in the mood for fun.

I departed the room and went to the kitchen to spoon out the dinner my wife had cooked before retiring to the living room to enjoy the tape she had made for me. She really had done a pretty good job of the self-bondage and working herself up with the crotch rope. She was even pretty enticing with her begging for relief from the teasing she was putting herself through. It was quite enjoyable watching the video knowing (and sometimes hearing) the efforts my wife was making for my pleasure in the bedroom.

With rejuvenated lust, I went to check on my wife. On first glance, it was clear that the vibrator had done its job well. There was a string of my wife's juices dripping from the bottom of the horizontal support to a small glistening pool on the floor. She looked completely exhausted. Her legs only occasionally twitched in an effort to lift herself away from the knobbed and buzzing device on which her cunt rested. Judging from the bend of her arms and shoulders and the cords pulling her nipples nearly to her chin, I assume she long since realized that her nipples were doomed since no amount of work could help her lift her tired arms. Surprisingly though, even as I examined her, her jaw clenched more tightly on the weight as she struggled not to drop it as another orgasm shuddered through her body. Examining her nipples, I thought it best to give them a bit of a break, so I lifted her arms again and secured the bar to the eyebolt in the bedpost. After loosening each of the clamps slightly, I gave them a hard yank and freed her nipples. This unexpected action caused my wife let out a yelp and dropped the weight, which distended her breasts in the opposite direction from which they had so recently been pointing.

With her mouth free, she began frantically to beg for release, promising me all sorts of pleasures for a moment's respite. I reminded her I could gain such pleasures from her any time I wished. As a quick counter, she offered to find others to please me. This intrigued me greatly, but I pointed out, as before, she would do so anyways if I so desired. However, since it pleased me, and since I needed to make sure she got some blood back to her nipples, I ordered her to take the weight back into her mouth. As soon as it was back in place, and the tension was off her nipples, I proceeded to flick them with varying degrees of intensity while alternating slapping color back into her breasts. I suspect the spikes digging into her nipples were fairly intense, as she seemed to have difficulty keeping the weight in her mouth. As I was still in need of some attention of my own, I pinched her nipples and pulled them straight away from her very hard. She tried to maintain composure, but I ordered her to release the weight. Knowing the futility (and foolishness) of disobedience, she dropped the weight again. It was interesting to see the way it tensioned the nipples as it was suspended between my fingers and her breasts. I let go of her nipples and the weight dropped pulling her breasts downward. Ignoring her pleas I refitted her nipples with the nooses still dangling from her wrists and hopped up on the bed to stand in front of her. Although she could not see me, I am sure she understood what was required because she immediately began searching for me with her mouth. I again released the bar from the eyebolt so she could stretch far enough to capture my cock in her mouth. As before, this pulled her breasts up (although farther this time since her arms were still tired). It was an interesting battle taking place between the upward pull of her from her arms and the downward pull from the weight. However, I told her I would release her once I had cum, so she set to, and what little strength she had left, she expended it on my pleasure. As I came, I pulled her head forward and forced my cock entirely down her throat, holding it there until I was completely spent. As I pulled out, I realized she had passed out. I checked her breathing (which was labored and shallow) and quickly released her and laid her on the bed.

She soon recovered, and I congratulated her on her discipline, and went to get her some food and tea. After she ate, she too seemed pleased with her efforts, but explained she was likely to be sore for days. "I have something for that" I said, and went to retrieve a recently obtained concoction of what I explained was udder balm mixed with neosporin to prevent infection. I told her to lie back on the bed and assume a spread-eagled position. Cautioning her to remain so upon pain of further punishment, I began to apply the lotion to her abused cunt. Within seconds, her eyes widened and she looked at me questioningly. I told her that I had also added some cinnamon and ginger extract as I liked spicy wenches. She started to bring her legs together, but a look from me told her that that would be unwise. However, in an attempt to gain an un-needed excuse, I liberally stuffed a well-coated finger up her ass. She was squirming pretty good by the time I had finished massaging the lotion over her breasts (while paying particular to her raw nipples), and she had to grasp the bed posts to keep her hands from attempting to protect herself. However, she wisely didn't break posture.

To prepare her for the night, I ordered her to sit up and to remove the balls from her cunt as they would not be allowed to stay inside her for the night. She seemed pleased to be able to do anything to distract her from the sensation and actually thanked me for allowing her to move. Once she had completed that task, I ordered her to stand and place her hands on her head. I then proceeded to wrap her breasts with plastic wrap (in order to keep the sheets from being anointed with the oily balm). Afterwards, I replaced the blindfold and rebound her hands behind her back. Ordering her to bring her legs together (which she seemed reluctant to do), I bound her legs together at the ankles, knees, and thighs. I placed a belt around her waist and positioned her standing and facing the side of the bed. After forcing a narrow length of satin fabric between her thighs I placed my right foot behind her heels and my left knee on the bed. I grabbed her hair and pulled her forward. With my foot behind her heels and the bed keeping her knees from bending, she had little choice but to bend at the waist. "Stay" I ordered. Sensing danger, she whimpered, "Oh, please Master." "Yes," I said, "this does please me." And proceeded to shove the large knobby vibrator deep into her cunt and a pump-up butt plug into her ass (both of which were well coated with the balm).

I turned the vibrator on low and pumped the butt plug until she started to squeak. Grabbing her by the hair, I then stood her up straight. I secured one end of the satin strip to the belt at her back and pulled the front up hard to press the vibrator against her cervix before securing the other end to the front of her belt. I pulled back the sheets, removed my cloths, and slipped into bed leaving my wife standing at attention next to the bed. Rolling over, I told her to turn off the lights and informed her I wished to wake up at six with her mouth around my cock. She dutifully hopped to the wall and bent with considerable difficulty to turn off the switch with her nose. I suspect that bending over forced the vibrator to press against her cervix with uncomfortable force. When she returned, I told her it would please me most if sleep sitting on the wooden chair next to the bed, however, if she wished, she may sleep beside me providing she didn't move or wake me before six. As I guessed she would, she clumsily rolled into bed, knowing full well I would likely make her regret her choice. I kissed her shoulder and went to sleep dreaming about what I would do to punish her for her selfishness.

At six the next morning, I awoke to the gentle ministrations of my wife's mouth on my cock. It always amazed me how she could slip under the covers and not wake me before she had me fully in her mouth. She had had to bend at the waist pretty far to get into the position she was in and I assumed that it was not entirely comfortable for her, but it sure felt good from my end. As I had cum a few time the previous evening, it took a while before she managed to coax an orgasm from me. However, I came in buckets when I did and she was not able to catch it all. I noted this and decided that she should receive some oral training in the near future. However, I had to get to work, and I needed to prepare some things for a suitable punishment for her selfish behavior before I left. Consequently, I pulled myself out of bed and, grabbing hold of her left nipple, pulled my wife up and to the bathroom after me.

I stood her in the shower and turned on the water. It always amused me to have her tell me when it was a comfortable temperature. When I stepped in, I picked up a washcloth, soaped it good and stuffed it in her mouth. She knew enough to begin scrubbing me down. When I was clean, I began releasing her from her restraints. I removed the butt plug and vibrator and gently rubbed her raw parts with soapy hands. She only winced a little as I washed her abused cunt. I pulled her back against me and continued gently rubbing her clit until she let out a low moan. She leaned her head back and kissed my cheek and asked if she could please cum. I continued rubbing her clit, but asked her if she had cum during the night due to the vibrator and her state of arousal when we went to bed. She told me the vibrator was not on high enough to bring her off, just high enough to make her want to cum. She also said she knew enough now not to even think of cumming without permission. "Good girl," I said, "you may cum." I picked up the pace a bit until I could tell she was just about there and then switched to massaging her nipples with soapy hands. I went back and forth like this for a few minutes and then brought her right to the edge before stopping. I turned her around and told her to suck me and with a whimper of frustration, she dropped to her knees in the shower and took me into her mouth. As she sucked me, I explained to her that her selfishness needed to be punished, and that she would be spending the day gratifying me while ignoring her own needs, and that although I said she could cum, what I didn't say was that this would only be allowed when I thought she was truly in control of her own needs. I let her suck me to orgasm and then stepped out of the shower. I held up a towel that she dutifully took in her teeth and dried me off. I then attached nipple clamps to her and led her back to the bedroom. I got dressed and then prepared her for her continued torment.

I retrieved a chastity belt made of heavy leather with a spiky dildo for her ass and sharp short studs placed to provide her pussy lips with uncomfortable stimulation. The design was such that there was no easy way for her to provide herself with any sexual pleasure when worn. I ordered her to me, lubed up the plug with the balm, and locked it on her. I then hung up a set of keys on a peg above the headboard of the bed. I then went over and set up one of those small cameras connected to a motion sensor that are always popping up in advertising on the web. The way it was set up, the camera would turn on anytime anyone entered the room, and send the picture to my website. I told her that she was to enter the room every hour, on the hour, remove the chastity belt, and play with herself for 15 minutes. She should be aware that I was likely to be watching, so it would be wise for her to do everything she could to bring me pleasure while doing so. She looked slightly confused, probably wondering how this could be punishment, until I told her she was not allowed to cum. I explained that once her teasing time was over, she should re-lube and refit herself with the chastity belt, lock it in place, show the camera the lock was in place tightly, hang up the keys and leave the room. I left her for a moment to set up an additional camera in the bathroom along with an extra key. When I returned, I told her that if she needed to use the bathroom, she may only do so on the ½ hour, and she would have to rub her clit vigorously for 5 minutes before being allowed to relieve herself and that she was to continue doing so until 5 minutes after she was done. The look of consternation on her face at the prospect of trying to heed nature's call while masturbating was fairly amusing, but she just hung her head and said, "Yes Master." As a final set of orders, I told her to check the email prior to entering the bedroom as I might have some special instructions. I also told her I expected the house to be spotless before I returned home. With that, I unbound her hands from behind her back and reconnected them in front of her. I then tied short nooses around her nipples and tied her hand to the connecting cord leaving her about 1.5 foot of slack so she could do work, but would have to be careful not to pull her nipples too hard. I told her she could loosen the nooses only in front of the camera and that they would need to be refastened prior to leaving the room. Pulling her to me, I roughly kissed her goodbye.

I arrived at work by 7:30, and sent off an email for my wife. In it, I explained that for her 8:00 session, I wanted her to put fresh batteries in the vibrator, turn it on high. I told her she was to just lay there on the bed with her legs spread as wide as possible and press the vibrator against her clit hard and rub it in a small circular motion. I admonished her that at no time during her session was the vibrator to leave her clit. I also wrote that if she allowed herself to cum, she should immediately stop, and place herself in level-one bondage. This entails securing herself in the torture bra, tying her legs to the corners of the bed, connecting cords from her nipples, over the headboard, and to the 10 lb weights that are always on the wall for special self-bondage sessions. These weights are hung from pegs with a long loop of string. Once they are pulled off the pegs, there is no way for her to re-suspend them with out having her legs free. Tied to her nipples, she is required to hold them until she is released. We both figured she could let them go in a dire emergency and extract herself from the bondage, but the threat of the intense pain was enough to keep her from doing so under anything but extraordinary circumstances. I informed her that I would shove my cock down her throat and whip her cunt until she let go of the weights if she failed.

At 8:10, I got on the web and checked up on her progress. She was complying with my directions explicitly, and was doing a good job of begging and writhing for my pleasure. I watched until she was done and was fairly certain that she had not cum, though I could tell she came pretty close at least three times during the last 5 minutes, and had returned herself to her chastity belt and nipple bondage before leaving the room.

With that inspiration, I decided her next task would be a bit more active. Thus, I emailed her the next set of instructions. This entailed retrieving a specially large and knobby dildo mounted to a plywood base and placing it on the bed in front of the camera. I explained that she was to fuck herself as fast and as hard as she could while frigging her clit and saying "I want to cum" loudly over and over until the 15 minutes is up.

A quick check on her at 9:15 showed she again had complied without failing herself.

For the 10:00 session, I ordered her to retrieve the riding crop and vibrator before tying her legs to the corners of the bed as widely as possible. I then explained that she was to turn the vibrator on to it's highest setting and insert it in her cunt as deep as it would go. She was then to spend the next 15 minutes smacking her own clit with the crop.

At 11:00 I wrote her the instructions that she should use two vibrators, one in her ass and one on her clit. I also wrote that when she was done, in addition to wearing the chastity belt, she was to put on the torture bra and tie her wrists to her nipples and to reduce the slack to no more than a six inches. I wrote that she had better make sure the slipknots around her nipples were good and tight. She was to spend the next hour cleaning the bathroom even if she had already done so once. I checked the website at 11:30 to see if she was cleaning, and was greeted with a view of her leather covered ass and her face plastered against the back of the toilet as she stretched to clean the bowl.

I sent off another email at 11:45 telling her to release her nipples and make sure they got their circulation back before her next teasing began. I had no other requests other than to "surprise me" for her 12:00 session. She did a good job of it by reconnecting her nipples to her wrists with just enough slack to allow her to rub her clit with the vibrator providing what looked like some rather intense stretching of her nipples to do so.

I again had no specific requests for her 1:00 session. However, when I logged on I was surprised to see she was not in the bedroom, but in the bathroom instead. She looked to be in quite a state. If she had followed my directions (something that I would check the video tape on) her present position meant that she had been teasing herself for nearly 45 minutes. This was an interesting development, since she was technically disobeying my command to be in the bedroom at this time. I suspect she must really have to piss or shit pretty bad to forget herself like this (after all, she could simply have left the bathroom and continued her teasing in the bedroom as directed). However, the torment she must have been going through was likely to be more intense, given the way she looked, to require additional punishment (not that it was going to stop me from extracting some anyways). I decided to let it go at the time and waited for her 2:00 session to continue her torment.

At 1:45 I checked to see if she had managed to relieve herself without cumming. The cameras were both blank, so I assumed she successfully used the bathroom, but I would have to check the video to see if she had failed to keep from cumming while answering natures call. In this email, I asked her to tell me if she had cum in hopes of catching her in a lie. Not that I needed an excuse to torture her, but I enjoyed the thought of knowing she would feel she deserved it. I also included the directions for her 2:00 ordeal. For this time, she would be required to position herself on the horse contraption with the vibrator strapped to it and placed on its highest setting. Since her hands were free, I informed her she was to do a good job of torturing her tits. I ended the note with a recommendation that she do a good job on herself for me by setting the horse high enough that she could barely touch the ground with her toes, and that she all but draw blood from her nipples. I suspected she would not be put through much teasing by this, but considering her last hour in the bathroom, she would be ready for more pain than pleasure. When I checked on her at 2:10, I was impressed by her discipline. The horse was set so high that her toes were at full stretch just to brush the ground. She was obviously just balancing on the beam and her whole weight was on the dildo humming loudly against her gash.

I had something special planned for her 3:00 session. Although she didn't know it, this was to be her last session before I got home to finish her punishment personally. In her email, I informed her that she was to tie a rope around her waist so that the knot was in the front. She was to feed the rope between her legs and back though the waist rope so it would bury itself into her cunt when it was pulled on. She was next to slide a third jingle ball into her cunt to make sure it was very full, and place the butterfly vibrator tightly against her cunt (making sure that it was positioned to provide her clit with maximal stimulation. She was then to connect the other end of the cunt rope it to the base of the bed so that it was very tight and pushed the vibrator against her cunt when she lay down in the center of the bed. She was next to tie ropes to her ankles and then a slipknot that fit around her big toe. To make sure she understood the effect I was seeking, I informed her that this was to keep her toes pointed when she connected the other end of the rope to the bedposts by her head. I told her I expected this to really increase the pressure on the butterfly vibrator on her cunt. To aid in this, I told her to hook up the one-way rope catches to the eyebolts at the top of the bed posts and feed her ankle ropes through them and pull them as tight as possible. Next, she was to attach the clover style nipple clamps to her nipples. The cords attached to the nipple clamps were to be fed through the eyebolts on the wall at the head of the bed and tied to the bar bells on the pegs behind the bed. Her last actions were to be to blindfold herself and turn the vibrator on high, grasp the bar bells pull them off the pegs. I told her she could release herself by dropping the 8-pound barbells attached to her nipples, and undo the clamps, but that doing so before I returned home might disappoint me. It amused me greatly to know that she really had no idea when I was to come home, though I usually arrived between five and six. With that, I returned to work, fully expecting that she would be in place and really needing to cum when I arrived home to finish her torment and enjoy her talents for my pleasure. I checked the monitor a few times between 3:00 and 5:00. The last time I checked, she was begging the empty room to please be allowed to cum and offering all sorts of promised pleasures I would just please come home.

By the next morning, I was feeling pretty good. Thus, I nudged my slave awake and ordered her to jack me off while I continued planning for her torment. After I came, I unfastened my slave from the bed, but left her hands bound behind her. I removed the gag and ordered her to clean me properly and then to suck any cum from the sheets. When she was done, I rolled her onto her back with the intent of placing her nipple in bondage again. However, the smoldering desire as she lay there looking up at me was very enticing, so I kicked her legs apart and ground my softening cock against her cunt. I kept it up until she was starting to get wet again (which didn't take long) and then stopped. I continued rubbing against her and intermittently stopping to get her really good and horny so I could appropriately continue her punishment. As I teased her in this position, I realized then that I was beginning to tire of just having her suck me off. After all, a good fuck is pretty hard to beat. Unfortunately for her though, I was by no means ready to allow her the reward of feeling my cock in her cunt. Thus, after a good 30 minutes I decided to stop. I lifted myself off her- cautioning her with a glance to keep her legs splayed open for my viewing pleasure, and proceeded to finish attaching clamps to her nipples. Pulling her nipples together, I connected them to a leash. I gave it a tug to encourage her to her feet and led her hopping to the bathroom for our morning shower. I hooked the leash to an eye bolt in the shower wall and proceeded to turn on the water and adjusted the temperature by watching my slave's reactions to it. When she stopped trying to get out of the spray, I stepped in. I stuck a soapy wash cloth in her mouth and ordered her to clean me. She only had a few problems when the leash proved too short to allow her to reach my legs without stretching her nipples considerably, but she managed by leaning over backwards. She didn't look like she appreciated the way the water ran off me and into her upturned face, but I found it amusing enough for both of us.

After the shower, dressed myself and then rebound her hands in front of her and tied her hands to her nipples using the leash. I left a few inches of slack so she could cook me breakfast. Much to her dismay, I ordered her to fry up some eggs and bacon. I was again amused watching her try to avoid the splatters and burns while her breasts were stretched dangerously close to the hot grease when she flipped my eggs. It took her 5 tries before she managed to flip three without breaking the yolks. Her breasts were covered in little red spots when she brought me my breakfast. I ordered her to scrape the broken eggs onto the floor and "eat up as she was going to need her strength today." After all, it was Saturday and I had the whole weekend to play. After breakfast I had her do the dishes and retied her hands behind her back and removed the clamps from her nipples- flicking them with my fingers to get the blood flowing back into them while she yelped in pain. I kissed her and told her she was a good slave. When I asked her if she was having fun, she said "no, but I will serve you as you wish." I patted her head and told her that if she tried hard to act like she was enthusiastic and enjoying herself all weekend I would let her cum on Monday (I just didn't say which Monday). She smiled and said "Well then what shall you do to me next?" It was a good question, and I had a good answer. Her bright outlook faded when she saw me pick up a length of rope and tie a hang mans noose. I told her to smile as I snugged it around her neck and led her to the back door.

It was a rather hot and sticky but overcast late August day. The mosquitoes had been pretty bad, so I picked up the bug spray and spritzed my arms and face so I wouldn't get bitten and then pulled her outside. Our back yard is pretty secluded with lots of trees and bushes, so I wasn't worried about anyone watching (who I didn't want to watch that is). I brought her beneath a large oak tree and tossed the other end of her noose over a low branch and tied it off to the trunk. I pounded in a couple of tent stakes about 4 feet apart near her feet and attached eye-rings to them. I then tied a length of 5/50 cord to her ankles and fed the loose ends through the rings, pulling her legs widely apart (and increasing the strain on her neck somewhat) before securing them to her nipples. Any attempt to move her feet would thus tug her rather tender buds. As she stood there splayed open, I wondered if her feet were likely to slip farther apart since nothing solid held them in place. I contemplated leaving her like this, but decided the bugs needed better access to her back which was protected somewhat by her bound arms. Consequently, I tied a rope around her waist and then grabbed another length of rope and secured one end to her wrists before tossing the loose end over the branch. I fed the loose end between her legs and pulled her arms back and up until they were level with the ground before securing the end to the rope encircling her middle. I stood back and studied her a moment and told her to smile. She complied, but seemed to have to force it somewhat. I asked her if she would like a bit of bug spray and she said yes in a rather relieved voice. Thus, she didn't complain at all when I took out a spray bottle and spritzed her cunt and breasts with it. She didn't seem as pleased when I sprayed some on her face that she realized what I meant by "bug spray." I didn't think the mosquitoes would mind sugar water, but I was pretty sure all the bees would find her cunt, tits and face much more interesting. Unlike my slave though, I couldn't stand there all day, so I set up a camera and went inside to contemplate solving my little problem of not having anyone to fuck.

After a bit of thought, I decided it might be a good time to give Susan a call. She had something of a mean streak in her which I found interesting, and I she had occasionally joined me and my slave for play. I had never fucked her, although she was rather enticing. She usually just enjoyed torturing my slave with me for fun. I thought this might be a perfect opportunity to talk Susan into a little coital bliss with me and continue the discipline of my slave at the same time. A quick phone call later, and things were set up.

I surfed the net for a while, occasionally checking up on my slave via the camera. An hour or two later I decided to check on her in person, and to tell her she was going to have a friend over. I poured a glass of lemon-aid and picked up the fly swatter and headed out the door. The camera is pretty good, but it couldn't pick up the details of her predicament. For instance, it didn't do justice to the strain and trembling of her legs as she worked hard to keep them from sliding apart (not entirely successfully). Nor could it pick up her twitches when the bees would land on her and crawl around on her cunt or tickle her nose as she tried to hold still so as not to be stung. It simply didn't have the close focus to show the detail of the hundreds of mosquitoes landing, biting and drinking their fill. However, it wasn't pity that prompted me to offer to remove some of the little pests, it was that she was simply too good at holding still to get stung. Consequently, I waited until a bee had landed and crawled right between her cunt lips that were split by the rope holding her arms up, and slapped it with the swatter. My aim and force were perfect, and I managed only to annoy the bee now trapped under the swatter. I rolled it a bit so as to be sure it could sting something other than the swatter before crushing it hard against her swollen cunt lips. My slave squealed loudly, but fortunately we live pretty far out in the country. I decided however that it would do to have her making too much noise, so I fitted her with a ring gag and waited until a bee landed on her face. My slave knew what I had planned, but wisely did not try to thwart me when I brushed the bee into her mouth and trapped it there with a rubber cork. I then continued to swat all the bees that landed on her cunt or tits. She clearly had some trouble trying not to make too much noise for fear of disturbing the assuredly angry bee in her mouth any more than necessary. Fortunately she isn't allergic because she was stung a good dozen times in fairly short order. A half hour later, her tits and cunt were looking pretty red and swollen. I decided she had enough for a while, and went to pick up the spray bottle to refresh her attraction before going back inside when I noticed that ants had found the sugar water bottle rather attracting as well. I figured the ants might want a little fun too, so I picked up a twig and wedged it between the ground and my slave's cunt. I then carefully scooped up a couple of near by ants onto a piece of paper and coaxed them off on her sugary lips. I didn't try to stop them as they soon made their way back down the stick because I knew other would soon follow their trail back up it again. I adjusted the camera a bit to focus on her cunt and told her to have fun, and that "Oh, Susan was coming over and should be here soon." I couldn't tell if she was relieved knowing she would likely be freed to serve Susan better, or if she were simply more scared knowing Susan's devious and sadistic bend. With that, I left her to her little friends and went back inside to wait for Susan.

Susan must have been fairly interested, because she showed up less than an hour later. I greeted her at the door and then showed her my slave's image on the computer. Her first word were "she needs a shave" I told her she shaved two days ago, and she should look a little closer. She smiled then laughed and said "I bet that tickles. How long has she been there?" "About three hours or so," I said. I explained the extent of her bondage and torment and said I didn't think she would be able to hold out too much longer as her legs had to be getting very tired. "Well let's help her out then," Susan said. Having been to our house before, she knew we kept the extra bacon grease in a can by the stove, so she went there straight away and placed the can on the burner and turned it on to melt it. When it had melted, and was just a bit too hot to hold, she picked it up with a pot holder and headed towards the door. I followed to see exactly what she had in mind, though I had a bit of a guess. I figured she was going to use the hot oil to wash off (and annoy the insects). I was only partially right. She did indeed begin tormenting my slave and the insects with the hot oil, however, as soon as it cooled a bit, she dumped the rest of it on my slaves feet. At first I didn't quite comprehend until I noticed that her feet were beginning to slide slowly apart despite her best efforts to keep them in place. The look of terror and pain on my slave's face was incredible as she slipped lower and lower. I could see the muscles in her shoulders as she tried in vain to help keep herself up with her arms. It was all to no avail however and soon the veins in her neck were clearly visible and her face was turning red. In just a few moments, her feet slipped completely and she was hanging herself. She tried twice to get her feet under her again, but only succeeded in torturing her own tits before her feet slipped again. She was clearly panicking, straining for breath. It probably would have been over quite quickly had it not been for the support of the cunt rope which took some of the strain, but eventually, I watched the slow hang mesmerized until her leg muscles spasmed on last time and then relaxed. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she just hung there. Susan then moved very quickly and cut the rope from her neck and arms and lowered her to the ground. She administered AR and slapped her face a few times until she started breathing again on her own. I was pretty glad Susan was an EMT (not only because it gave her access to a number of fun toys not readily available elsewhere).

My slave was still pretty out of it when we carried her back into the house and removed all of her bonds. However, she soon came too when we laid her in the shower and turned it on cold to clean her up a bit. We ordered her to stay put and wash herself before allowing her to get out and dry off. Afterwards, I bound her hands in front of her and ordered her to make dinner. Being a good slave, she moved to comply while I made Susan a drink and invited her to view some of the video I had from the last few days. Susan was pretty impressed by the teasing ordeal I was administering and asked if she could help. I told her that is why I invited her over. Thus, when dinner was served, both Susan and I made some effort to enhance my slave,s pleasure and relaxation- saying several times that she deserved it after the performance in the back yard. Consequently, by the evening, she began to think we might actually take some pity on her. Thus, she was smiling widely when I offered to go out and get some ice and told her to follow Susan's directions. I think she thought she could get Susan to give her an orgasm, or at least permission to cum on her own for Susan's viewing pleasure. As soon as I left, my slave snuggled next to Susan and began caressing her. Susan, however, knew what was planned. She had my slave undress her and ordered my slave to kneel in front of her and begin licking her. She knew well that her hands being bond in front of her would be in easy reach of her own cunt. Thus, as soon as my slave gave Susan her first orgasm, Susan told her she could touch herself as well while she continued her services. Being the cruel bitch that she is, Susan kept a close watch on my slave, and every time she began to enjoy herself too much, Susan would have her change position or stop to bring her something. Thus, she never actually told her to stop, but she managed to get my slave pretty hot again without letting her cum, or realizing that she was just continuing her torment. I was pretty impressed with her effectiveness when I returned. I was a bit afraid that after the sheer torture which I put her through earlier that she might be considerably less interested in sex. Clearly that was not the case however for as I entered the house, I heard Susan order my slave to cum and my slave thanking Susan profusely. Thus, I peered around the corner to see my slave laying backwards over her heels with her hands gently but quickly stroking her cunt, still thanking Susan over and over as she neared a very long denied orgasm. I caught Susan's eye, and she moved down next to my slave and began caressing her and sucking on her nipples. My slave came nearer and nearer to orgasm, and I was just about to stop her myself when Susan held up a finger in my direction. Apparently, women are better judges than men, because she allowed my slave to keep climbing another half a minute before yelling "no- too slow!" and pulling my slaves bound hands from her cunt and pinning them over her head. My slave must have been very very close, because she had this horrified, stunned, and confused look on her face and began wailing "no" and "please" just as she had been moments ago saying thanks. She actually tried to pull her hands back but Susan is pretty strong, and I was there in an instant to help. "So, you don't want to cum when you are ordered to and you want to cum when you are ordered not to eh?" I said. "Sounds like you need more training!" I scooped her up and pulled her into the bedroom and quickly tied her spread eagle on the bed.

She had been through quit a bit, so I suggested quietly to Susan that we limit the pain and just torture her with pleasure. Thus, we spent the next several hours simply keeping her just on the edge of orgasm but not letting her cum. Having Susan there was extremely helpful in this regards, as she was truly an accurate judge of my slave's level of arousal. However, both Susan and I were pretty aroused too, and I had my ulterior motives to account for as well. Thus, when I said out loud that I wanted to continue teasing her, but I really needed a good fuck, Susan herself came up with the idea I was hoping for. She glanced at my slave and said it looked like we all needed to cum. Susan asked my slave if she wanted to be fucked, to which my slave meekly sobbed out repeated yes's. Susan then began taunting her by talking about how good it feels to have a nice hard cock thrusting deep and hard. "In fact," she said "I think I would like that too." Susan turned to me and asked me if I would like to fuck her. She turned to my slave and said, "you can watch." I had a better idea though, and told my slave that she could even help. I motioned to Susan, to straddled my slaves face and then ordered my slave to begin licking Susan's clit. I climbed up behind and entered Susan's tight wet cunt. . It was like heaven!!! I could feel my balls bouncing against my slave's nose and her tongue as she flicked against the base of my cock as she worked on Susan's clit. I could also feel Susan spasm with the pleasure she was receiving from both sensations. I told Susan to pick up a vibrator and pressed it against my slave's clit and turned it on low. I then told my slave that she had done extremely well today, and that she would be allowed to cum as soon as both Susan and I came at least twice in this position. Susan added that if it even looked like my slave was going to cum early, she would spend the rest of the weekend outside being tortured mercilessly. Susan then turned the vibrator up a notch and began rubbing over my slaves clit and urging her to work her tongue faster as she was wanting to cum. My slave turned up the action and soon Susan was cumming in buckets. I was bit worried she was going to break my slaves nose the way she was bouncing around, but her movements felt really good to me too so I didn't try to stop her. Consequently I too came moments later. We were both vocalizing how good it felt to just cum until we settled in and let my slave suck our juices and attempt to bring us off again. Susan, being multi-orgasmic, was pretty quick with her second third and forth orgasm, but it took me a while just to get really hard again. I could tell my slave's tongue was tiring, but she was doing her best to bring me off my second time in the vain hope we would keep our promise. However, such was not to be the case. Susan immediately turned off the vibrator as I began to cum again. Susan and I both congratulated ourselves as we climbed off my slave. My slave however was begging to be allowed to cum, so I stuffed Susan's panties into her mouth and tied them there with a scarf. I then retied her with the foam between her legs so that she was stretched out on one side of the bed. Then, Susan and I cuddled together and spent the rest of the night in gentle love making. The quiet sobs from my slave as Susan continued to comment on my skills in love making and loudly announcing each time I brought her to the many orgasms kept us informed that we were doing an adequate job of torture, though my slave was bound fairly comfortably the whole night. As I finally slipped into sleep, I couldn't help think of how lucky I was to have found a lover who enjoyed my own kinky tastes and a slave to be played with for our pleasure alone!

The next morning, I woke to find Susan already tormenting my slave. She was gently sucking on her breasts and fingering her cunt, but obviously using only the lightest of touch so as not to let her cum. I moved so as to enjoy the show and to begin doing to Susan what she was doing to my slave. Fortunately for Susan, she was not bound, and she maneuvered herself so that my slave had a good view of what I was doing. I soon had Susan moaning in anticipation in chorus with my slave. However when Susan asked me to go faster, I smiled and said, "as you wish," and brought her to her first orgasm of the day. Susan relaxed a bit but continued her slow manipulation of my slave a few minutes more before stopping and commenting on how good it felt to start the day with and "nice cum." I agreed, but noted that I hadn't cum yet myself. Susan looked thoughtful and then said, "Hmmm…I'm a bit fucked out, but I bet your slave will gladly serve you in any way you ask." I was pretty sure she was right, so I unbound my slave from the bed and ordered her to suck me off. Susan watched while my slave dutifully performed her duty, but apparently decided it looked like fun. Thus, after I came, she ordered my slave to lick her clean of the copious amounts of cum I had deposited in her during the night. My slave looked resigned, and did as she was told. I realized that she might need some minor reminder of how good it felt to cum before she became completely comfortable with the fact that she would be long denied any such pleasure. Besides, I had a few physiological experiments in mind to amuse Susan and I throughout the day.

J . I did however come in to watch her hit her first orgasm after three days of brutal teasing. It was pretty impressive, but not nearly as impressive as the way her nipples were stretched when she was finished and hung limp from her exertion. I decided to see if she could do it again, so I turned the water on high and adjusted it to a comfortable temperature and watched. Amazingly, once she had cum once, it took only seconds for her to approach orgasm again. Thus, she wailed quite loudly when I pulled up on the shower valve just as it looked like she might cum. However, I directed the spray onto her face to keep her from protesting significantly. I turned to Susan who was watching with glee, and in my most matter of fact voice said, "note, subject could cum even during extreme duress and was able to desire additional orgasms quickly after initial fulfillment."

I left the spray on her face for a few more minutes as she struggled to reduce the strain on her nipples and breath through the spray. Just for fun, I played with the shower valve, switching the flow between her face and her cunt a few more times before getting bored and releasing her from this position. I told Susan she might find watching my slave fry eggs rather amusing, so I rebound my slave as I had the previous morning and ordered her to make breakfast. Susan did indeed seem amused, but wanted to test her level of discipline. Thus, she ordered my slave to stretch her nipples out directly over the frying pan and hold them there. Susan explained that she was to keep them there for five minutes and that she planned on whipping her cunt continuously for every minute she failed to hold position. My slave was doing reasonably maintaining her composure until after a good minute; Susan said angrily that if she didn't hold them considerably closer to the hot pan so she could begin timing, that she was going to increase it to 10 minutes. Whimpering, my slave leaned more forward and complied squeaking in pain. At about the 3 minute mark, Susan moved towards her with a glass of water and began flicking drops into the hot grease. My slave flinched, and Susan grabbed her hair and pulled her backwards. "You undisciplined slut!" she yelled," well, two straight minutes of cunt whipping is what your sorry ass just earned." Susan was smiling cruelly as she flung my slave back towards the stove and walked back to the table.

To be continued?