Written by hottpuzzy

BDSM
15 Mar 2012


He glared at her as she stood shivering in the centre of the room, her wrists bound tightly behind her back with several turns of rope. He couldn't remember when he'd been so furious with her. He wondered briefly whether she was shivering from fear or because she was naked in the cool room, then dismissed the question as unimportant.

"Go in the bathroom," he ordered. "Stand next to the bathtub, facing the wall." She turned to obey. "Wait!" he snapped. "Take this with you." She shrank slightly back from the bull whip he held out but then took the thick, rough handle between her teeth. As she walked to the bathroom, her head was held high and her eyes glittered with a strange mixture of pride, anger, sexual excitement and fear. He knew the pride and anger wouldn't last long. The excitement wasn't his concern, except as he could use it to enhance her torment. The fear was justified.

He slowly gathered the items he would use, giving her time to contemplate the punishment she was about to receive. When he entered the bathroom, he saw that she had obeyed him. He had known she would. Although the bathroom was warm, she was still shivering. He laid the things he had brought with him on the side of the bathtub where she could see them: Several lengths of rope and two nipple clamps. He saw her eyes widen in surprise as he set the dildo down. It was new and she hadn't seen it yet. It was huge, and its entire surface was covered with raised knobs about a half inch in diameter. She could not see the four foot long rod he laid on the floor behind her heels. He noticed her glancing at the hooks he had placed in the wall, just above the tub at each end. They were new, too, and he knew she would like to ask about them if she dared.

"Spread your legs." She did so, and he knelt and fastened the leather cuff around her right ankle to the hook in one end of the rod. He tapped her left ankle. "Wider." Her left ankle was similarly fastened. He picked up a length of rope, doubled it, passed it around the ropes binding her wrists and tossed the looped end over the sturdily fastened shower curtain rod. When he ran the loose ends through the loop and tugged on them, her arms were pulled upward behind her back, forcing her to bend forward. He pulled her arms up as high as they would go and listened to her low moans as he tied the ends of the rope securely. He knew he would not be able to leave her this way for long that her shoulders would soon begin to cramp. Well, she could stand it for a little while. He would release her hands later, when he had a use for them.

The nipple clamps had rings in the ends of them and tightened when the rings were pulled. Long cords were tied to the rings. He gently caressed her right nipple until it was firm and hard, and then fastened a clamp to it. He ran the cord from the clamp through the hook at the end of the tub. By the time the pain had subsided enough for her whimpering to stop, he was repeating the process on the left side. He drew the ends of both cords up behind her back, under her arms, and pulled them tight. As he pulled on them, her breasts were pulled downward and outward by the clamps.

She bent over still further to relieve the pressure on her nipples. He stood back a little and examined her. She still wasn't low enough he wanted her mouth at cock height. But her shoulders were already twisted almost beyond endurance. "Can you bend any lower?" he asked. Her voice was muffled by the whip in her mouth, but the shake of her head was eloquent. "We'll see", he murmured, and pulled on the cords still more. Sure enough, her body lowered another inch or two. Still not low enough, but it was a problem she would have to work out when the time came. As he stood behind her, tying the cords behind her back to hold her in place, she felt his hard cock press against her exposed ass.

"Give me the whip." She turned her head and looked over her shoulder, offering him the whip. He saw the apprehension in her eyes and knew what she was expecting. He had often fucked her in the ass while stinging her with the whip, not necessarily for punishment, but just because it felt so wonderful. Her ass would tighten and squeeze him every time the whip fell, and he could control the strength and frequency of the contractions simply by how hard and fast he whipped her. This time, though, she was in for a surprise.

He felt the handle of the whip. An inch and a half in diameter, its rough surface was made of braided strips of leather, with a large bulge at the end. "I'm surprised it's not wetter, after being in your mouth so long. It would have been to your advantage to drool on it a little." He paused to allow the implication of his remark sink in. Her head whipped around, and he could see the panic in her face as she glanced from the rough grip to his eyes. "Please", she begged, "stick it in my cunt first." He passed a hand between her legs. Sure enough, her cunt was dripping. The slut was excited, in spite of herself.

"No." He didn't want the whip that wet. Besides, he wasn't about to do anything that might give her pleasure. She was being punished. "But I'll let you lick it, if you can reach it." He held the grip at the right side of her face, with the end pointing toward her, just far enough away so that she could turn her head and reach the end of the knob with her outstretched tongue. She leaned sideways, trying to take the grip in her mouth. As she leaned, the clamp on her left nipple tightened, and her breast was pulled and stretched even more. She lapped frantically at the end of the whip and finally, in desperation, spat on it. He slapped her once, across the face."It's not ladylike to spit", he explained.

He spread her cheeks and inserted the end of the handle. She screamed. She continued screaming as he slowly pushed it deeper and deeper into her, almost all of the handle's 8 inches. Her scream rose to a shriek when he jerked it roughly out again. Before she could catch her breath, he shoved it back in, fast and deep, and fucked her with it in several hard, quick strokes. She was wailing, sobbing. Good. He stopped, gave it a twist or two back and forth, and turned it loose, leaving a couple of inches of the heavy handle sticking out so that its weight would pull down on her asshole. He stood back and regarded her. The whip coming out of her ass and trailing onto the floor looked like a little tail. Cute.

He stepped into the tub and leaned against the wall in front of her, his knees slightly bent, to make it more difficult to reach his cock. She knew what was expected. She tried to lower her head to his cock, reaching for it with her tongue. But she seemed unable, of her own volition, to put any more pressure on her shoulders by lowering her body further. As he watched her struggle and listened to her whimpers of fear at the consequences of failure, he felt an amused compassion for his whore. "Would you like some help?" he asked gently, gazing down into her pleading, upturned eyes. "Please, Master, could you just stand up a little higher?" she asked hopefully. "No, I'm comfortable like I am. But I will see if I can help you a little." He reached out and grasped both cords attached to her nipples and pulled downward firmly. Amazing what a little encouragement can do, he thought as her mouth sank around his cock.

God, could this woman give head! He leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes, allowing her to work her magic. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked down at her. He noticed she was keeping her ass very still. Normally her pelvis rotated slowly, involuntarily, while she was sucking him. Of course. Any motion of her ass would cause the whip to shift positions. That would probably hurt quite a lot. He stroked her hair. "Are you happy to have my cock in your mouth?" She nodded her head, never pausing in her efforts to please him. "Then why aren't you wagging your tail, Jane my love?" he asked softly. She audibly caught her breath, stiffened and froze in dread for an almost imperceptible moment, then began jerking her ass quickly back and forth, at the same time shoving her throat deep around his cock to give him the full benefit of the scream he felt rather than heard.

It was too much. He wasn't ready to come yet. He grasped her hair and pulled her head away from him. He stepped out of the tub. She was gasping and moaning. He didn't know whether it was from excitement or pain or both. He didn't care. But he did notice that she had stopped wagging her tail.

He grabbed the handle of the whip, rammed it roughly in and out of her a few times, and then yanked it out. Then, just because he was enjoying hearing her cries, he shoved it back in and pulled it out slowly once more, twisting as he pulled. He sat on the edge of the tub and held the handle up to her mouth. She looked at him in horror, and then turned her face away."Clean it, Jane. The whip is your lover. Clean your lover off." "No," she begged, "Please, Master, no. Please don't make me." He did not raise his voice. His calm, low tone chilled her. "I would suggest that you clean this whip, and that you do it right now. You are going to be very, very sorry if you don't."

She cleaned the whip. Thoroughly. He held it so that he could watch her face while she worked. She stopped once and asked him for a drink of water. "Not now. I'll give you something to wash it down with in a little while."

"Very good, Jane", he said when she was finished. "I'm very pleased with you. In fact, I am so pleased I'm going to fuck you in your cunt instead of your ass. Would you like me to let your arms down?" Her head sank and she sobbed in relief. It was over. She was forgiven. And it hadn't been so bad, after all. Now he was going to fuck her throbbing pussy, and maybe she could find release from the passion and sexual tension that were wracking her body.

He untied the rope that had pulled her arms up, but she still could not stand upright because of the clamps pulling down on her nipples. As the tension on her arms was released, she struggled to keep her balance on her outspread feet. He untied her wrists, and she moved her hands to the far side of the tub, bracing herself. He massaged her aching shoulders, noticing that her pelvis was already rotating in anticipation of his cock. If she could have seen his smile, she would have been terrified.

He stood behind her and picked up the whip, explaining that he was going to whip her until he came. She shuddered, but this she had suffered before. She knew she could stand it, if he didn't hit her too hard. At least he wasn't going to fuck her ass! Her cunt pulsed around his cock as he entered her. She waited for him to begin thrusting, but he held himself very still. She cried out when the whip fell across her back. "Make me come, cunt", he ordered. "I'm not going to move. You're going to have to do it by yourself." The whip fell again. He traced his finger along a red welt that was rising across her back. "And the quicker you get it done, the quicker I'll stop whipping you."

She was able to thrust only once before a searing pain ripped across

her right breast, just above where the clamp was attached to her nipple. "Be still." She watched the welt rise on her breast and waited to be told what she had done wrong. "You know, I like the way your breasts are pulled out to the side like that", he commented. "Makes them easy to get to. I forgot to tell you, YOU can't move either. The only thing you can move is your hands." He began whipping her across the back again.

She pondered that for a moment and squeezed her pussy around him experimentally. “Yes, that feels very nice," - whack - "but it's hardly enough to make me come, is it?" He switched to whipping her thighs. She thought frantically through a fog of pain. She remembered once when he had made her fuck her own ass with her fingers, while the fingers of her other hand were inside her cunt. She recalled how the hand in her cunt could feel the fingers moving in her ass, and how her cunt had contracted every time she withdrew her fingers. Bracing herself on the far side of the tub with one hand, she bent further over to give herself room to work. She reached behind herself with her other hand and carefully shoved three fingers the most she'd ever been able to get inside as deep as they would go into her tender ass and began to jab them in and out, trying to press down against his cock at the same time.

He allowed her to continue for a while t really did feel very nice before telling her that it probably wouldn't work because her fingers weren't long enough to reach the tip of his cock. With a cry of frustration and agony, she jerked her fingers out of her ass.

She tried thrusting with her pelvis again, but a series of blows across her tortured breasts quickly discouraged that idea. He went back to whipping her back and thighs and, now that her ass was more accessible because of her lower position, he whipped that, too.

She considered begging him not to beat her so hard. He sometimes responded to such pleas during their lovemaking. But she suddenly realized that that would be futile. This was not lovemaking. She had been mistaken; her punishment was far from over.

With this new insight, she whipped her head wildly back and forth, searching for an answer. The distraction of his throbbing cock inside her and the burning of the whip didn't help. What did he want? She spotted the dildo. She had forgotten about it! The lurch of his cock when he saw her eyes fall on the dildo confirmed what he wanted. She snatched it up and brought it to her mouth to wet it. Then she paused. If she used it dry, it would hurt more, which would probably excite him and make him come faster. Then the whipping would stop. Which was worse? The whip or shoving this huge, lumpy THING into her ass bone dry? A lash across a very sensitive, already tortured part of her thigh made the decision for her.

"Help me, Master!" she wailed. "Spread my ass for me! Please!" He complied, gladly, spreading her cheeks with one hand while, with the other, his passion drove him to beating her even harder and faster.

She raised the dildo above her ass and, without hesitating, jammed it downward. She threw her head back and began her scream before it ever touched her. It rose to an ear-splitting shriek as the dildo ripped into her. As soon as it was in as far as it would go, she immediately began pumping it in and out in long, rapid strokes. God, it felt incredible. With every stroke, her cunt pulsed fiercely, sucking him deeper into her. The knobbed shaft stroking his cock was exquisite. Oh, yes. He was going to make this last a while. She must have finally realized his intention, because she suddenly switched the angle of entry of the dildo, pulling it upward and forcing it down harder against his cock. He saw with appreciation the way this new angle stretched her asshole.

He reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, twisting her head around so he could see her face. Beautiful. Her mouth was distorted in pain. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was sobbing so hard she could hardly catch her breath, and what breath there was came out in long, deep shuddering moans. Her eyes were squeezed shut. "Look at me, cunt," he ordered. She didn't hear, she seemed to be in some sort of trance. He brought the whip down directly on a nipple, and her eyes flew open. "Look at me", he repeated. She looked. The whip fell continuously now, but her body forgot to jerk as she stared unblinking into his eyes. She was absolutely still; except for the hand that was relentlessly pumping the dildo in and out of her ass. His eyes burned into her, branding her, possessing her, as he came.

He sat back and watched her gingerly pull the dildo out of her ass. One final squeal escaped her lips as it came away. He didn't have to say a word. His eyes ordered her. She brought the dildo to her mouth and began cleaning it slowly, carefully with her tongue. It took awhile to clean around all the little knobs. When she was finished, she looked up at him and shoved the dildo deep into her mouth, drawing it in and out slowly. It wasn't necessary; it was already clean. She just thought he might enjoy seeing her fuck her mouth with it. She looked ridiculous. He laughed at her, and she flushed with embarrassment.

"You want something to wash that down with?" he asked. "Yes. Please," she whimpered.

He stepped into the tub to do what he had put her over the tub for in the first place. He spread his feet to keep from getting them wet. She stiffened briefly when she realized what he was about to do, but there was no protest, no turning away. In the tear-streaked face she held up to him, he saw was only acceptance. He thought it would probably be a long time before she ever defied him again. Although her mouth was open wide, he didn't begin peeing into it immediately. He first soaked her hair and covered her breasts. Her body jerked slightly when urine touched the streaks on her breasts that had been opened by the lash, but her face remained serene, her eyes closed but not squeezed tight. Her breath quickened.

The stream of piss splashed into her face and then began to fill her mouth. She closed her mouth to swallow and immediately opened it again. Twice more he filled her mouth before he was done. He considered letting her lick him off, but decided he didn't want to put his cock into such a filthy place. He shook himself off in her face and stepped out of the tub, jerking the clamps off her nipples as he went.

He released her ankles. "Get in the tub," he ordered harshly. "I don't want you dripping pee all over the house." She collapsed into the bottom of the tub and lay on her back. Her pelvis was slowly grinding, and she looked up at him with pleading eyes. "The little cunt is turned on," he thought. "Well, that's her problem. I'm through with her for now." Before turning to leave, he picked up the dildo and shoved it casually, contemptuously, into her cunt. At the door, he paused and looked back at her, her head thrown back, her eyes glazed, fucking herself madly with the dildo.

"What a slut", he laughed as he pulled the door shut behind him.


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