Discipline

My Tormentor – part 2

I grimace as he continues to twist and pull my nipples forcefully. They’re red and swollen and are starting to hurt. For a split second, I consider asking him to stop – but I have a feeling that he wouldn’t appreciate my interference. Without warning, he seems to lose interest in my nipples and walks away from the bed. He leaves the room without looking at me. I realize that I’ve been panting and try to catch my breath – wondering what else he has in store for me. Minutes pass and I begin to feel the wine working on me. I try to stay alert, briefly considering that my dozing off might anger him before my eyes involuntarily close.
I awaken to a loud clapping noise and a sudden burst of pain. I open my eyes, feeling groggy and disoriented. My eyes scan the unfamiliar surroundings and come to rest on a man at least 20 years my senior, dressed in chinos and a light blue, crisp shirt. He’s holding a fly swatter in his hand – which he apparently used to slap my thigh. I’m indignant and am about to yell at him when I remember what I’m doing there – and realize that I’m still tied up. He asks me if he told me that I was allowed to sleep. I fail to respond fast enough and he slaps me again. This time, the blow is hard and really stings – I feel myself flinching. I stutter a meek response, to which he replies with another question. “Did you forget what I told you?” he asks, anger flashing in his eerily dark eyes. I shake my head vigorously, apologizing for my disobedience. He seems pacified for a moment and then tells me that I will have to be punished. Immediately I feel myself getting aroused again almost as soon as the word leaves his mouth: punishment. My clit is starting to pulsate and I know that I’m getting wet already.
He bends down and I see him reaching into what looks like a gym bag and pulls out a large rubber dildo. He asks me if I can think of what he should do with that to punish me. I’m not sure what he wants me to say so I shake my head, slowly, almost afraid to open my mouth. “I’m going to use it to penetrate your anus. Hard. And without lube.” he says calmly. My eyes widen as I try to grasp the impending pain that is about to descend on me. After assessing my understanding of the situation, he continues:”I will force this dildo into your tight, pink puckered hole, pushing it in with all my strength. I don’t care if it hurts. I don’t care if you don’t like it. You will thank me and beg me to continue until I am satisfied.” I nod, slowly, shocked by what he’s just outlined as my punishment.
He unties my ankles and positions a thick pillow under my butt, raising it off the bed. Then he takes two different, much longer pieces of rope. He ties one on each of my ankles, then attaches it to the posts at the head of the bed in a way that forces my legs widely apart to the point of hurting. I am no more exposed than before, vulnerable. He has a clear, unobstructed view of his goal – and unlimited access. He stands at the foot of the bed and looks are me, a thin dark smile crossing his lips. He tells me that he’s going to have a lot of fun punishing me. He moves closer, the huge toy precariously held in his hand, and moves it between my legs. I feel the rubber tip being nudged between my butt cheeks and instinctively start to squirm. Suddenly, I’m scared and worried about just how far he’s going to go – and just how much pain he’s going to inflict. He puts both hands on the dildo and, without warning, leans hard against it, shoving a couple of inches into my ass within seconds. I scream out in pain as he violently stretches my anus.
My eyes fill with tears and I see him smile appreciatively. He continues to lean against the dildo with his whole weight in an attempt to cram it in, inch by inch. I start crying, begging him to stop. He looks up at me, angry, and yells at me. He calls me a stupid bitch and asks me if I forgot again what he just told me. Afraid he might do worse, I beg him to forgive me and promise to do as he asks. He nods as if to say, you’d better, and continues assaulting my anus, stretching it painfully. As if in trance, I start thanking him for sodomizing me and begging him to continue. And he does. Once the dildo hits resistance, he pulls it out half way and shoves it back it. I scream again, tears now streaming down my face and he continues to violate me. Again, I thank him for abusing me and plead him not to stop. He smiles broadly, pulls out the dildo and shoves his cock into my sore, bruised anus. He starts ramming his cock in roughly, hard, slamming it in and out of me as though his sole intention is to hurt me. “Beg me to fuck your asshole, slut!” he screams at me, and I comply. He continues until I feel his hot sticky cum oozing out of his cock and into my anus. He moans loudly as he fills me up, telling me that I should be happy to receive his seed.
He pulls out and gets off the bed, grinning as he looks into my tear-streaked face. He walks over to me and slaps my face, hard, telling me that he’ll do much worse if I ever disobey him again. He unties my ankles and wrists and tells me to come with him. I do as he says, shaking and hurting, I wobble behind him. He leads me to a luxurious bathroom where a large, filled tub waits for me. Sitting on what looks like an antique chair are a stack of fluffy white pillows and a bathrobe. I feel a wave of relief wash over me and slowly walk towards the tub. His voice startles me. “Not so fast!” he says as I’m about to step into the tub and roughly bends me over the rim. Before I can say or do anything, I feel his large, thick cock head burrying into the folds of my pussy. He laughs and tells me that I’m soaked already. I feel a sense of shame now that he knows how much everything he did to me turned me on. I moan uncontrollably as he sticks his cock into my pussy, thrusting hard and deep into me and calling me his whore. I don’t even question the fact that he’s not wearing a condom – it seems understood that he wants to cum in me and make a feel like a cheap slut. He fucks me harder and harder, his balls slapping my ass until I feel him filling me up again, his milky white juice squirting deep into my pussy. When he pulls out he tells me to turn around and finger myself. Two fingers, he says, and I stick them into my pussy without waiting. He watches for a second or two and tells me to taste them. I bring my cum covered fingers to my mouth and taste him, slowly, licking it all off.
He smiles and tells me to get in the tub. I step in carefully, my holes hurting and sore from his painful penetrations. He gets in with me and starts kissing me, soft, gentle kisses. I’m surprised and apprehensive, wondering what his intentions are. He massages my aching nipples, slowly, carefully, and tells me that I did good. I begin to relax a little and close my eyes. I can almost pretend my anus doesn’t feel like someone just ripped it in half. I could leave, but I know I won’t – and he knows it too. He knows that he owns me, not just because he can but because I will let him. He whispers in my ear that he wants to watch me get fucked by a group of black men, 15, 20, maybe more. He tells me that he wants to watch them take turns penetrating my pussy and asshole, over and over, each of them filling my holes with cum. I’m frightened and excited at the same time, but I just nod and tell him that I will do whatever he wants. He smiles at me and says: “I know.”
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Learning How To Be Submissive: Part 1

Let me apologize in advance for the rushed last couple of lines. I was struggling to get my work to fit the rules. I hope people enjoy this story. This is my second story I’ve posted and is another (unfortunately) fictional story

The Business – Chapter Three

A story of several young men and women, all across the globe, being kidnapped and forced into sexual slavery by the infamous Master Petrovsky. In this chapter: Petrovsky gains a new slave, but is she more than even HE can handle? Lotus and Fauna feud, while Dazzle and Basil’s almost non-existent relationship seems rocky. As Winter joins the slaves Breeze worries he won’t forgive her, and Lotus gives him a wake up call.

Boy Stud-6

I went into Marie’s room alone. Dad went down the hall, to his own girl. The dark-haired dark-eyed girl was sleeping when I went it. My dark-haired, dark-eyed girl. She was still naked and from the way she was laying, I could see both her tight, little dark butthole and just a bit of her still-puffy pussy. I stood there watching her, not exactly sure what to do. My dick was hard, so I started stroking it a bit. She woke when I sat on the mattress and a second later she said my name. That was all it took. Before she was even fully awake, I was on top of her, kissing her deeply and humping my hard dick against her belly. After a bit, I asked her to spread her legs. She didn’t cry and scream when I put my dick in her this time. She moaned and groaned a bit, but since her cherry had already been popped and I’d already stretched her pussy out, I got in much easier. I fucked her for maybe two minutes, then came hard inside her. We rested and talked for a while. She told me about growing-up at the cabin and of some of the other kids that were up there. I told her about going to school and my friends there. Then, somehow we started talking about the book, The Hobbit, which we’d both read and both loved. And, like an hour later, when there was finally a pause in the conversation, it occurred to me that I was horny.
“Do you want to fuck again, Marie?” I asked.
“If you do,” she responded and then she lay back and spread her legs. I couldn’t resist. My dick forgotten for a moment, I put my face between her legs and started licking her pussy. Marie squealed and wiggled around, but I could tell that she liked it. I pushed my tongue into her pussy as deep as I could, but wanted to feel deeper. I pushed a finger in alongside my tongue, and delved deeper inside her. I couldn’t believe how amazing she felt inside. Soon, I pulled my tongue out, and while I buried my finger deep in that little pussy, I started just licking the top part. Then I stuck another finger in, shoving them in and out, still licking the ridges at the crest of her pussy-lips. So, when I stuck one more finger inside her, she started panting and I could feel her body trembling, and I stopped licking and started sucking right there, at the top of her cunt. She went ballistic. Her whole body started to shake, she was grinding her pussy on my hand, then I felt the muscles inside her start squeezing my fingers. She was screaming again, but not like before. She wasn’t in pain. Well, maybe some, but she was feeling more good than hurt. Then the flood started. She was wet. Wetter than I would have ever imagined a girl could get down there. Clear juice flowed, sort-of like my own precum, soaking my fingers. My tongue moved down a bit for a taste. Oh fuck! And as I felt her pussy contracting around my three fingers, covering them with her juices, I wondered what that would feel like on my dick.
“No, don’t take them out,” she huffed, when I pulled my fingers from her spasming hole. I was on top of her in a flash and, after two thrusts which didn’t find the target, I was in with the third thrust. She squealed. I groaned. I pumped three times into her sopping-wet pussy, then buried my dick as deep as I could. She was squeezing my dick, over and over, sometimes squeezing really tight and holding it a second or two. She squealed again. I grunted gain. Then we both stated to scream. I swear I felt my dickhead pop through something inside her, and at the same moment, I started to blow my load. And it took me a second to realize that I was pissing my cum again, rather than blowing with pump after pump. I sprayed a whole lot of cum inside her. All the while, her juices flowed, my balls were soaked, as was my little patch of pubic-hair. We stayed like that, locked together, my cock in her cunt and we both came. I must have sprayed my cum up there for a good ten or fifteen seconds, before the flow started to subside. The whole time, Marie’s pussy spasmed around my cock, like she was milking my cum out of me. And even after we came down from our orgasms and our bodies came back to rest on the mattress, I stayed inside her. My balls were sore. I was sure I’d never shot so much cum in my life in such a short amount of time. I was exhausted. I looked down at my girl, my birthday-present (well, half of my birthday-present anyway), the girl who’s pussy I’d filled with five big loads of cum in the last four or five hours, the girl my dad wanted me to get pregnant (if I hadn’t already– How long did that take, anyway?). And she was Robby’s daughter. My dad’s best friend, the only person I’d ever seen him shed a tear over. And I wanted to make my father proud.
My dick still hadn’t gone completely hard. Even though I was spent and Marie, in much the same state, had a pleading look on her face, I started to pump again. I wanted to put one more load inside my girl before I went to sleep. I wanted to knock her up. And even if I only shot a few hundred more sperm inside her, maybe one of those would be the one to get to her egg. Just one more load to get my girl pregnant. It took me a while and before I was done, Marie was crying. But, right before I fell asleep (my slowly deflating dick still inside my girl), she looked right at me with those big brown eyes and said, “I love you, Adam. Even when it hurts.” I kissed her, soft, no tongue, then fell soundly asleep, right there on top of her, my dick still in her pussy.
I woke the next morning startled. I didn’t know where I was, or who was… Then it clicked. It all clicked. I was no longer a virgin. I was a man. And the girl in my arms, Marie, who happened to be the daughter of my dad’s dead best friend, was mine now. She and her twin brother Joe had been given to me by my father for my twelfth-birthday. I’d fucked both of them the night before and shot six loads inside my girl’s newly popped pussy, and two loads in my boy, one in his ass and the other in his mouth, right afterward. And if I hadn’t still been in the room where it all happened, I might have thought it was all a dream. Marie, my girl, was laying right against me, and, as I looked-up, I saw Dad and Joe, and girl I’d never seen before. The girl was sitting on the floor at my dad’s feet. Joe was on his knees right beside her and one of Dad’s hands had a firm grip of thick, black hair at the back of the boy’s head. And they were all naked.
Well, I’d seen Joe naked already, in fact, I’d never seen him wearing clothes. And the girl was pretty, but she didn’t have anything I hadn’t seen the night before on Marie. My dad, however… Well, I’d seen him naked before. He never went out of his way to hide himself from me, nor did I with him. Because of our housekeeper, Greta, we didn’t wander the house in the nude, but there were times I saw him cross from the bathroom to his bedroom, or when I’d gone into the bathroom while he was in there. When I was really young, I can remember my dad taking me in the shower with him. But I’d never seen dad with an erection before. Now, like I said, my dick (at the time) was about six and a half inches and about as big around as a silver-dollar. Dad’s dick looked quite a bit biger, in both length and girth. And my smooth little balls were dwarfed by the huge, hairy sac hanging underneath his big cock. I felt two extreme needs at that moment. I felt the need to get-off, my dick was hard as a bone, as it always was when I first woke, and worse yet, I felt the need to pee, as it always was when I first woke. This morning, the need to pee was stronger.
“How did you sleep, son?” Dad asked when he saw my eyes were open. There was a big, goofy smile on his face and I thought I saw tears welling in his eyes.
“Great, Dad,” I said and started to get-up, but then my girl roused underneath me and I looked down at her. I think she was a bit shocked at first, opening her eyes and seeing me. Then, her expression changed and I did see tears welling in her eyes. She took a deep breath and said, “Good morning, Adam,” I looked back at my father and said, “Thank you, Dad, for the best birthday ever.” Then I looked back down at my girl and said, “Good morning, Marie.” I gave her a kiss and then I jumped-up, feeling a bit silly with my big dick wagging out in front of me, but I had to go. Bad!
“Son,” Dad said, “I know you have some urgent business to attend to, but before you do, your boy has something to say to you.” With that, he shoved the boy forward by the back of his head. Joe stumbled, considering he was down on his knees, and got right in front of me. He looked up at me and I saw tears slowly falling from his beautiful blue eyes, which were so puffy, I wondered if he’d been crying all night.
Joe took a deep breath then said, in a somewhat mechanical voice, “Sir, I’m sorry I misbehaved last night.” His tears fell a bit faster and my boy continued, “And I don’t think that taking my cherry was punishment enough,” there was a rush of tears, now freely flowing down his cheeks, “You were going to do that anyway. My cherry was your’s to take, just like my sister’s was, and I was wrong to try and stop you from hurting her. I’m here to serve you, just like Marie. We belong to you. We will do whatever you want, no matter how much we don’t want to.” Now the boy was all-out crying. His voice cracked as he said, “Sir, I deserve more punishment, and to prove that I’ll do anything for you.” The dark-haired, blue eyed boy hesitated. I heard something like a growl from my father and, his voice trembling even more, Joe continued, “I’m going to open my mouth and let you pee in it.” He was almost sobbing, “And I’m going to try to drink it all.” And even though he was crying and shaking, Joe tilted his head up a bit and opened his mouth.
I don’t think I would have been able to do it if Joe hadn’t closed his eyes. I couldn’t have peed into his face if I’d been able to see those beautiful blue eyes. But I looked at Dad and he nodded, so I aimed the head of my dick at my boy’s mouth and, after a moment to get it going, I started to pee. At first, Joe coughed when he got a hot mouthful of my piss. And even though I could tell that he was crying the whole time, he wrapped his lips around the head of my dick and started drinking. He wasn’t able to swallow quick enough, nor was his mouth big enough to contain my flow. At first there were just little dribbles seeping from between his lips and my dick. Then a trickle. Then, as he took a really deep swallow, there was a bit of a gush. Dad laughed, making his huge cock bob up and down. Marie turned away, not wanting to see me use her twin like this. The other girl, the one I’d never seen before, just sat there at my dad’s feet, watching what was happening with an almost expressionless face, occasionally looking up at either my dad’s face, or his big, hard cock.
I tried not to let it out too hard, I didn’t want to drown my new pet on my first full day with him. And it took me a while to empty my bladder. My dick did go a bit soft while I peed, while Joe sucked and swallowed. And when I looked down, I saw that Joe’s dick looked smaller than it had the night before. When I finally finished, Joe slumped down to the floor, making a horrible sound somewhere between a cough and a sob. Dad cleared his throat loudly, making even me jump. But, I didn’t jump like my boy did. Joe’s face looked pitiful as he looked at me and through his crying, he said, “Sir, punish me more.” I could tell that he didn’t want to be saying what he was saying. “Your dad told me that he hasn’t peed either and he told me to ask you if I could drink his piss too.”
Dad was grinning when I looked at him. I nodded. Dad’s expression changed, and he said softly, “Tell him.”
My boy looked terrified. “Joe,” I said softly, “I want you to drink my dad’s piss.”
Dad wasn’t as nice to him as I was. Joe started choking and gagging the moment my dad started to pee in his mouth. The poor kid never recovered, and the whole time my dad relieved himself, my boy coughed and choked. I wondered if he was swallowing any at all. Although, for a few seconds the piss stopped splattering out of Joe’s mouth, and I realized that Dad had shoved his big cock deep into my boy’s mouth. He was pissing right down Joe’s throat. My boy struggled, but Dad held him tight. And when my father’s bladder was empty, Joe collapsed on the floor, gagging and coughing in a puddle of my and my father’s urine.
And when he was done, my father looked at me and said, “Well, now that we’ve had our morning piss, are you ready for a morning fuck. For the first time, the girl at my dad’s feet seemed to take notice. She looked up at my dad with big eyes that seemed both excited and scared. I looked quickly at Marie and she was just turning back to look at us. With a quick glance at her twin-brother sobbing on the floor, my girl lay back and spread her legs. But, that’s not how it happened. Dad pulled his girl, he told me her name was Tracy, over to one of the chairs, suggesting that I get my girl off the bed and have a little variety. So, I took Marie to the couch and, watching as Dad got Tracy on her hands and knees, I got my girl into the same position. I almost forgot about the naked girl in front of me, as I watched my dad push his huge cock into what seemed to be a tiny, little pussy. His girl, Tracy, moaned the whole time he as putting it in. Then, once it was good and deep, Dad started to fuck. I finally got with the program, and stuck my dick in my girl and while watching my father, I fucked Marie doggy-style for the first time. I came first, but Dad wasn’t too long behind me. And when he shot, he let out an unbelievable howl. His girl let out a loud, high-pitched screech. I shot a good-sized load inside Marie, but when my father pulled his huge cock from Tracy’s pussy, I couldn’t believe how stretched-out it was, nor how much gooey white was oozing from her.
“Son,” Dad said, once he’d gotten his breath back, “Let’s go upstairs and get breakfast. Greta can come down here and clean all this up.” We left the two girls in Marie’s room. Dad took Joe with us and put him in another room. He explained, “Now, don’t let that boy be alone with his sister. At least, not until we’re sure she’s got your baby in her belly. We don’t need a brother knocking-up his sister, especially as close as those twins are. It isn’t good to breed within a family….”

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Slave girl punished

As you might imagine in a plantation slave story, language and treatment of the slaves gets nasty, including using the N word. If this kind of story offends you please do not read it and then complain. It is not real but is based on the way that slaves were treated back in the day.

My Tormentor

I’m sitting at a bar, dressed in a way that makes it obvious I’m not here for the music. My skirt is short and tight, and I’m not wearing any panties. Or a bra for that matter. My full, pert tits are practically falling out of my revealing crimson red top. It screams for attention. And attention I’m getting, plenty of it. I can see several guys who’ve noticed that I’m going commando – and they like what they see. What’s not to like? My pink, lush pussy is carefully trimmed to perfection, just a tiny landing strip. I casually let my legs come apart a little, giving a group of guys their money’s worth. The nudge each other, awkward and nervous. They want to see more, but they’re too scared to come up to me. I’m bored now, and I start to sip on my glass of merlot that I’ve been nursing since I got here an hour ago.
I lazily scan the room, looking for something – or, rather, someone – interesting enough to merit a second glance. And there he is, as though appearing out of nowhere: a tall, dark-haired man, probably in his late-40s. Good, I think – I like them older. He’s dressed casually, just an open shirt over a pair of jeans. He has rugged features, like someone who’s used to long, hard hours of gruelling work. As I look him over, I see that he’s staring at me. I don’t know if he can see my intentional display from where he’s sitting because he’s looking me straight in the eye. It’s almost unsettling, and I find myself nervously taking a sip of my wine. He smirks at me, then gives me the once-over, nodding approvingly. I smile back at him, encouraging him to approach me and strike up a conversation. But instead, he motions for me to come sit at his table in the corner, and I’m unable to resist. Usually I let them come to me, but there’s something about him that makes me want to find out more. I slowly stride over, carefully letting my full hips sway back and forth. He watches me, his eyes never leaving mine. For a split second, my hand trembles ever so slightly…but then I’m sitting down next to him and the moment of panic is gone.
I wait for him to say something, to introduce himself, to make idle conversation. Instead, he forcefully pushes my skirt up and slides two fingers into my pussy. I stare at him, wild-eyed, but I don’t stop him. He proceeds to finger me roughly, smirking, I assume, at the fact that my pussy is already wet. A third finger finds its way into the warm, moist folds and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning loudly. Then I realize that we’re sitting in a dark corner in a crowded bar, and I let myself go, almost bucking up to meet his fingers with each thrust as they penetrate me again and again. He stops abruptly and leans over to whisper in my ear: “You’re coming home with me you little slut.” He doesn’t ask, he says it in a matter-of-factly way. I simply nod and get up with him, letting him lead me out of the bar and into the parking lot. We don’t talk, he just pulls me along until we reach what I assume is his pickup truck. He doesn’t open the door for me, he tells me to get my ass in the truck. I do as he tells me, feeling a strange mixture of fear and excitement. I have a feeling that if I don’t do what he says, he might get angry – and I haven’t decided whether or not the ensuing punishment could be even better.
He doesn’t say a word during the drive. I have no idea where we’re going, and I don’t ask. I sit perfectly still, feeling my pussy go into fitful spasms, wondering if I’m going to leave a stain on the seat. Finally, the truck comes to a halt in front of a big, beautiful house. I’m surprised – I expected a motel, or maybe a shack somewhere off the main roads. He doesn’t need to tell me to follow him, I do so without being asked. He locks the truck and goes through the door, locking the dead-bolt behind me. No way out, I think in passing, but by now my curiosity is driving me crazy. I follow him up the stairs in the dark, careful not to trip and make a fool of myself. I’m a little disoriented. The light comes on in one of the rooms and I find myself standing in front of a four-poster bed. The room is decorated in neutral shades and looks expertly furnished by an interior decorator. I begin to wonder just who this guy is, but he suddenly tells me to take my clothes off – NOW. I immediately take off my top and skirt. He tells me to get on the bed, on my back, and I comply. He leaves the room and returns with two long pieces of rope and tells me to spread my legs. I do as he tells me and he proceeds to tie me spread-eagled to the posts of the bed. A little voice in my head warns me that this could get dangerous, but I’m already panting and getting too excited to care.
I wait for him to take off his clothes and fuck me, but instead he sits on a chair across from me, staring. I shiver involuntarily and my nipples harden instantly. He tells me that from now on, I will be living with him. This will be my room. I will move out of whatever place I currently live at and quit my job. My purpose will be to service his needs, whenever he wants. I will stay naked at all times and he will use me whenever and however he pleases. My eyes widen in shock. He can’t be serious – or can he? As if reading my mind, he tells me that I have no say in this matter and that from now on I will do as he says. If I perform my duties to his satisfaction, he will pay me a monthly salary. If I don’t, he will punish me. He pauses and continues to stare at me, his eyes roaming over my body appreciatively. Then he asks me if I understand. I nod, slowly, then tell him softly that I understand completely. He calls me a good little slut and slowly walks over to the bed. Again, his eyes travel over my entire body as he approaches the head of the bed. He reaches down and twists my left nipple violently, pulling it hard. I bite my lip, trying not to cry out. He obviously enjoys watching my reaction and grabs my right nipple with his other hand, twisting it even harder. I don’t know whether to moan or cry, so I bite my lip instead, grimacing at the pain he obviously enjoys inflicting on my now sore and red nipples. He continues to twist and pull them for a few more seconds.
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Never Forget

Okay so Im new to this so please tell me how it is I would really love to know! If you guys like it Ill make more. Deal?This is the story of Amanda and Chris. She is his owner and it is told from the submissive males point of view. Enjoy!

Sex Restriction

He stood there, licking his lips knowing that this whore was his. He took his hand high up and pow! Her ass was beet red. He loved the fact that she was dripping wet on his lap.
“Please, Master stop. It hurts.” She begged him, tears falling down her cheeks. “Please, I’m sorry. I’m a dirty whore. Please just stop.” She kept repeating it all over and over again.
He smiled. He loved to see her writhe on his lap. She disobeyed him and now it’s time for her punishment.
“Oh little girl, you broke the rules. I can’t just let you off so easily. Now let your punishment continue or I’ll double it. You know we still aren’t done.” He slapped her left cheek hard, she grunted and groaned.
She tried to hold her tears back in but they just kept flowing. Her punishment was only beginning and she was dreading it.
“Now let’s see how many rules did you break?” He asked as he rubbed her sore ass cheeks. SLAP! “You wore underwear today. That’s one,” SLAP! “
“Sorry! I’m so sorry, Master.”
“ Shh. I don’t want to hear your excuses, whore. You came to me five minutes late.” SLAP! “ You haven’t been going to class,” SLAP! “You’ve been partying too much,” SLAP! “You let a guy fuck you and you didn’t let him pay you like I told you.” SLAP!
“Master I’m sorry. I know I’ve been bad. Thank you for the punishment.” She knew she couldn’t do anything to change his mind.
She loved being punished by her master.
He rubbed her ass cheeks again. He felt her wetness on his finger. Plop! He pushed it inside her and she moaned.
“Now another one? Oh little girl, you’re being very naughty. Master is quite displeased with you.” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
He eventually got into a rhythm where he’d finger her until she was about to cum and slap her ass cheeks ten times.
“Now does my little slut like this?” He asked with lustful eyes over his prize.
“Yes, Master I do. So very, very much.” she moaned.
“Well then this won’t do. Get off of me, slut. Sit on the floor like a good pet. I want your ass touching the floor.” He wanted to see her suffer for a bit. He liked how she still has so much spirit. He wanted to break it so very badly.
She did as she was told. He legs weak from the pain and she slowly put her ass against the floor slowly but he pushed her. She screamed as she felt the cold floor on her ass. She looked at her Master with pleading eyes but just sat up and sat there. She wanted him.
“Slave, who owns you?” he asked in his most domineering voice.
“You do Master. You own me. Thank you for owning me, Master.”
“Yes, I do. Now why do you keep breaking the rules, slave?”
“Because I’m a worthless slut that likes to break the rules.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit answer, you fucking whore. You know it’s because you’re a whore and you like being punished. Don’t you bitch?” His face was right in front of hers. His face was red and he had his hand around her throat. She couldn’t help but look down. She knew to never look at her Master right at his eyes.
“Yes, Master. I’m a whore and I like being punished. Thank you, Master.” She had trouble saying it but he loosened his grip on her neck.
He re-griped her neck tighter and threw her on the floor. She cried and cried at how easily her Master was throwing her. He looked at her with such lust. He just wanted to fuck her but he knew that she had to learn her lesson.
NEVER DISOBEY YOUR MASTER!
“So did you learn your lesson yet, little girl?” He asked her in a hushed tone.
“Yes, Master. I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll never disobey you again.” She said as she got onto her knees with her head down.
He dragged her outside where everyone could see her naked body. Her 32C cups dangling in the air. Her well curved body ready for the ravenous eyes of strangers.
“Whore, do you like it when people watch you get fucked?” He whispered into her ear as he licked it.
As she was about to answer, he bit her ear. He bit her hard. Then kissed and licked her neck.
“Answer me, you fucking whore!” He bit her harder, drawing a bit of blood.
She loved it when her Master bit her. It sent thrills all over her body. She bit her lips and tried to say no but the words wouldn’t come out. She wanted to cum.
So…very…very…badly.
“No, Master.”
“Well slave this isn’t for your enjoyment. It’s mine. Get on your fucking knees and spread them cheeks wide. You’re going to get fucked hard and everyone will know you are nothing but a dirty whore.” He barked his order at her.
She did as she was told. The ground touching her. She felt dirty. She is dirty. A dirty slut. She wondered what hole her Master would use today. She opened both holes wide open for him.
He looked at her from behind and loved the sight. Her ass spread open for him to use whenever he wanted. He had the good life.
SLAP!
“Are you going to disobey me again, whore?”
“No, Master.” She meekly said.
He put a finger in her asshole. God it was nice and tight. He wiggled it in there. Another one came in. Then another intruder. And another. He almost had his hole hand in her asshole. Spit made the best lube of all. It was always there when you needed it.
He started fisting that ass. She moaned and groaned at the pain. Crying won’t help her. It would only draw attention. She tried to be quiet enough so the neighborhood won’t hear her.
“What are you?”
“I’m a filthy anal slut, Master.” She said very quietly.
“I can’t hear you. Maybe you should yell it out.” He said as he went faster.
With his other hand he inserted a finger in her wet cunt. It went in so easily. He slipped his whole hand in so much faster.
The double fisting has begun.
“Whore! Fucking answer me!” He fisted her harder and faster.
“I’M A FILTHY ANAL SLUT, MASTER!!!” She screamed.
She saw a neighbor look out their window. It was Mrs. Humphrey, the neighborhood gossip. Everyone will know what she’s done.
She was close. She just wanted to burst. Holding it wasn’t an option.
“Master, may I please cum?” She asked as sweetly as she could.
“Oh, so my whore likes being fisted outside? My word! You are such a dirty slut!” He took his hands out of her used holes.
“Suck my cock slave. NOW!” He yelled.
She immediately went for his hard cock. Hoping that if she did a good job, he’d let her cum.
She went slowly at first, slightly grazing her teeth on the head, oh so gently. She knew her Master loved that. She flicked her tongue at the hole then took the whole thing down her mouth. She gagged yet again. She still couldn’t deep throat her Master. She needed to practice. She kept trying until it felt easier.
Breath through your nose.
She bobbed her head up and down. She used her succulent lips on his cock. She played with his balls and licked them. She sucked on them very gently as her hands pleased his cock.
She loved sucking his cock. This was her favorite part of every session.
She kept at it like her life depended on it. She wanted to please her Master.
He slapped her face with his left hand then his right. He left hand prints of her face. He grabbed her by the hair and kissed her. He spat at her face.
“Open your mouth. Take my cum. I want it in your mouth for the next five minutes.”
He came onto her tongue and wave after wave it kept on going. She knew not to miss a drop. She swallowed his cock into her mouth before a drop was lost. She loved the taste of her Master. He always tasted sweet and never bitter.
She reminded herself to eat more sweet fruits.
She kneeled outside as he cleaned himself up.
She heard people pass by and people call out to her. There were even some teenaged boys oogling her. She heard one of them say, “She looks fuckin’ hot, bro. I’d love to eat that pussy.”
Those comment went on.
Mothers passed by with their children and called her a harlot, a slut…well you get the drift.
Her Master saw the people come and go. He let her stay like that for fifteen minutes.
He took her things and put it in a bag. He opened his door and dropped the bag on the floor.
“Show me what’s inside your mouth.”
She opened her mouth and his cum was still there. He patted her head.
“Good slut. Now swallow it for Master. You took your punishment well today. Are you going to be a bad girl again?” He asked her sweetly.
“No, Master. Thank you for the punishment, Master.” She said happily.
He kissed her on the lips and held her close to his body. His hand wondered to her ass and begun to rub the soreness away.
“Get dressed.”
She grabbed the bag and went inside. She took her shorts and tank top out. She was about to put them on but she felt the stinging pain on her bum.
Bruises began to appear on her ass and various places. He left his mark well.
He told her to lay on his lap. He grabbed ointment and began rubbing her ass. He rubbed each and bit of her sore body. He began to play with her clit.
She moaned and thanked her Master for playing with her.
“Get on the couch. I’m hungry.”
She opened her legs wide for her Master. She was excited. She did a good job and her Master was giving her a reward.
He traced her lips and began to lick her little clit. The juices were flowing. She wanted to cum and he knew it wouldn’t take long. He took his time. He’d lick at one spot, kiss at another, finger her but it all was very slowly.
She wanted to yell. She wanted to push his head down her aching pussy. She wanted to cum.
He laughed at her reactions every time he pulled away. Her eyes like a lost puppy. He couldn’t hold back. He ravaged that tight cunt of hers. Licking and sucking. Biting and slapping.
Her legs all wobbly from moving around. She couldn’t even feel the pain on her ass anymore. She wanted to cum in his mouth. She was wanted to taste her pussy on his lips.
He eagerly ate her pussy. Teasing her and pleasing her until she was at the point of no return.
“Master, may I cum?”
He looked at her and nodded his head. He ate her out with his talented tongue. His expert mouth knew her weak spots. He knew she won’t be able to last long.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She screamed and started to jerk her body. Her breathing was ragged, her toes curled, back arched. Her orgasm took her fully.
He smiled at his creation.
“Thank you so much, Master!” She said with the biggest smile on her face.
“I’m glad you enjoyed that. Now get dressed.”
“Yes, Master.” She took her clothes and eagerly put them on.
He looked at her getting dressed and missed her naked flesh. His marks stayed hidden but how he wished to show people his property. This slut was his.
She finished getting dressed and took her bag. She was near the door when her Master came to her.
He kissed her lips and said his final threat.
“You can’t cum for the next week, filthy whore. If I find out you break another one of my rules…things will get worse for you.”
“Yes, Mas–.”
He shut the door before she could even finish. She stood there.
“I love you.” She whispered.

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