14-01-2020, 03:42 AM
My facial expression indicated a look of disappointment, so Kelly asked, "What's wrong, pet? Don't you want to go to bed with your Mistress?"
"No, Ma'am, it's not that. It's just ..."
I hesitated to complete my sentence so long that Kelly admonished me. "Damn it, Kimmy. Out with it! You need to learn to always express your feelings and desires with me. Otherwise I will never get to know you properly. I did ask a question, and as I said earlier, I will never punish you for being honest; provided you are not insolent, of course. There will be times I will forbid you from doing so, but those times will be rare and will normally only be when we are fully in a scene. There will never be any doubt in your mind when you cannot speak freely."
"But you said you would extract some payment for the privilege of watching you masturbate. I assume that payment is to be a punishment."
Not fully understanding my intentions, she interrupted me and exclaimed, "And I also said that it would not be a punishment. I need to define the word punishment. I really use it in two contexts. In one case, I like to say that I am punishing you when I am simply administering erotic pain such as through spanking or whipping. We both now know that you enjoy erotic pain. Therefore, I could not use that to discipline you for committing an infraction of the rules I lay out for you. That form of punishment will be something you will not enjoy. For example, I now know you are turned on even when severely caned, but if you have achieved a climax just before the punishment, the same severe caning will produce pure pain. Most of the time I will use the word 'punish' in both contexts, but I think you will always be able to recognize the difference. You will know by my demeanor and tone of voice if nothing else."
"I apologize, Mistress. Your slut must have stated herself incorrectly. Otherwise you would have understood what she meant. I was going to ask if you intended to extract that payment tonight."
A wide grin crossed Kelly's face. "Ah, does my slut mean she prefers not to wait?"
"Yes, ma'am, that is exactly what she means," I replied with a smile.
Kelly rose, went to her desk, opened a bottom drawer, pulled out a rectangular box and returned to the sofa. She opened the lid of the box and held it so I could see inside. It was separated into two sections. In each section were folded slips of paper. Those on the left side were pink and those on the right were white. "The pink ones are discipline slips for true punishment," she explained, "and the white ones are for erotic punishment." I will use this box quite often to provide some diversity in our games, and to insure I do not select a method of discipline based strictly on my emotional state at the time."
You will usually pull the slip from the box to determine your punishment. Since you do not have use of your hands..." She pulled two white slips from the box and held one in each hand. "You may select by telling me to use the slip in my left hand or the one in my right."
"But Mistress, that is making a decision," I replied with a grin.
"Don't get smart with me, bitch," she exclaimed with a grin, "Or you will be getting both plus a pink slip."
"Yes ma'am. In that case, I choose the left."
Kelly read the slip and put it back in the box. "Come with me to our playroom, my little pet." She connected my leash to "her" collar and I followed her upstairs. Upon entry to the playroom, I immediately lost the skirt. We moved to the center of the room where she had me stand on two short 2"x4" boards placed about a foot apart. A short spreader bar was locked to my ankle cuffs which I assumed was to prevent me from slipping off the boards.
Two belts were buckled tightly around my body; one above my breasts and under my arms, and the other around my waist. Kelly threaded a rope through a ring attached to the front of the waist belt until the center of the rope was at positioned at the ring. I stood still while she passed the two ends between my legs, between the cheeks of my ass, and up through rings on the backs the two belts. Finally, she tied both ends to a ring attached to another rope that she passed over a hook hanging from a pulley in the ceiling. She moved to the wall in front of me and stopped beside a cleat attached to the wall.
I watched as she started pulling the rope to remove the slack in the rope until there was some pressure against my cunt then secured it around the cleat. She returned to me and adjusted the rope, so the two segments of the rope passed on either side of my labia then walked back to the wall and pulled on the rope until it was so tight against my cunt that I had to rise on my toes to reduce the pressure. I assumed that this might be a "no-no" but also hoped that I would not be in trouble because she hadn't said that I could not. To my surprise, she tightened the rope even more. I was now in a Catch 22. By standing on tiptoes, I could relieve some of the pressure of the ropes cutting into my vagina. But doing that quickly tired my toes and feet. If I relaxed the pressure on mt toes, my total weight rested on the ropes between my legs. I now understood the reason she had passed the ropes through rings at the backs of the two belts: this configuration kept me from falling forward. A moment later she pulled the ropes even tighter, lifting me so that my toes barely touched the 2 by 4s.
Kelly walked around the room, moving things for a couple minutes before returning to me and saying, "Well, is my pet enjoying her bondage?"
"Mistress, I don't think enjoy is the adjective I would personally use right at the moment."
The upward pressure of the rope was squeezing the flowers of my cunt and my clit together. Kelly pulled on my labia and ran her finger over my clit, eliciting an erotic gasp from my mouth. She smiled and said, "Your body says otherwise, dear. I think it is time for the next phase." Before I realized what she was doing, she kicked the wood from beneath my feet. While the drop of an inch and a half doesn't seem like much, my toes did not touch the hard surface of the floor. I had no way of relieving the pressure on my vagina. I was literally hanging in space, my entire weight bearing down on the rope between my legs, increasing the pain level exponentially. "I'll be back in ten minutes, pet."
"Thank you, Mistress," was all I could think to say. I had no way to estimate the time and those ten minutes seemed to be a lifetime. When she finally returned my mind was only concentrating on the pressure of the rope between my legs and the numbness I was sensing. Instead of releasing me, as I had hoped, she started sucking on my nipples. I know my moans of pleasure were music to her ears. I watched the top of her head as she started licking the sides of my breasts then slowly licked her way down my body. As I hoped, her goal was my goal. On her knees, she grasped my naked buttocks and pulled my clit to her mouth. The climax that followed was quick and violent. I had never screamed as loud during a climax as I did then. Have I said that before? I also attempted to rub my pubic area against her face as much as my bondage would permit. To my surprise, Kelly remained on her knees and sucked me to a second climax.
Kelly finally lowered me enough that I could put my feet flat on the floor. Holding the rope in her hands, she moved in front of me and grasped me in her arms. When she finally released the rope over the pulley, I collapsed against her like a wet dishrag. As soon as she was convinced I would not fall, she removed the two belts. The rope remained so imbedded in the folds of my cunt and ass, she had to pull it loose. She didn't remove the sheath around my arms before turning and walking away. I followed her to the bedroom, at the end of her leash, realizing I how much I had enjoyed the pain/pleasure she created.
"I don't know about you, but I need to pee before retiring, pet."
"So do I, ma'am."
Ordered to relieve myself first, I was somewhat embarrassed when she wiped me with a piece of toilet paper, since I was unable to wipe myself. I was even more embarrassed when she ordered me to kneel in front of her and watch as she peed. I found the watching the urine pour from her was yet another erotic experience. When she finished, without thinking I asked, "Would you like your slave to wipe you, Mistress?"
"Yes. That will be one of your regular duties, now. Since I don't intend to remove your bindings, tonight, you will have to use something other than toilet paper."
"Will that knowing grin ever cease?" I asked myself when I realized what she meant. Dutifully, but with some trepidation, I leaned forward and licked at the slightly salty remnants of her urine. I didn't find it as repugnant as I thought I would have.
"That was nice. No one has ever done that for me. You do realize that your tongue will be my toilet paper from now on when I pee, don't you, pet?"
"Yes, ma'am, I do."
"You should consider your Mistress' urine to be the wine of her body. Someday soon, when I think you are ready, I will give you the privilege of drinking her wine directly from the source." I was sure I could wait a long time to partake of that privilege. At the same instant, I wondered what it would be like.
Returning to the bedroom, she removed the arm binding and, after giving me time to stretch, told me to lie on the bed while she locked an ankle cuff to a chain that she had attached to an eyehook at the foot of the bed. "We both know this chain is not necessary, pet, but the symbolism of being able to restrain you like this turns me on. It solidifies the fact that you belong to me."
"No, Ma'am, it's not that. It's just ..."
I hesitated to complete my sentence so long that Kelly admonished me. "Damn it, Kimmy. Out with it! You need to learn to always express your feelings and desires with me. Otherwise I will never get to know you properly. I did ask a question, and as I said earlier, I will never punish you for being honest; provided you are not insolent, of course. There will be times I will forbid you from doing so, but those times will be rare and will normally only be when we are fully in a scene. There will never be any doubt in your mind when you cannot speak freely."
"But you said you would extract some payment for the privilege of watching you masturbate. I assume that payment is to be a punishment."
Not fully understanding my intentions, she interrupted me and exclaimed, "And I also said that it would not be a punishment. I need to define the word punishment. I really use it in two contexts. In one case, I like to say that I am punishing you when I am simply administering erotic pain such as through spanking or whipping. We both now know that you enjoy erotic pain. Therefore, I could not use that to discipline you for committing an infraction of the rules I lay out for you. That form of punishment will be something you will not enjoy. For example, I now know you are turned on even when severely caned, but if you have achieved a climax just before the punishment, the same severe caning will produce pure pain. Most of the time I will use the word 'punish' in both contexts, but I think you will always be able to recognize the difference. You will know by my demeanor and tone of voice if nothing else."
"I apologize, Mistress. Your slut must have stated herself incorrectly. Otherwise you would have understood what she meant. I was going to ask if you intended to extract that payment tonight."
A wide grin crossed Kelly's face. "Ah, does my slut mean she prefers not to wait?"
"Yes, ma'am, that is exactly what she means," I replied with a smile.
Kelly rose, went to her desk, opened a bottom drawer, pulled out a rectangular box and returned to the sofa. She opened the lid of the box and held it so I could see inside. It was separated into two sections. In each section were folded slips of paper. Those on the left side were pink and those on the right were white. "The pink ones are discipline slips for true punishment," she explained, "and the white ones are for erotic punishment." I will use this box quite often to provide some diversity in our games, and to insure I do not select a method of discipline based strictly on my emotional state at the time."
You will usually pull the slip from the box to determine your punishment. Since you do not have use of your hands..." She pulled two white slips from the box and held one in each hand. "You may select by telling me to use the slip in my left hand or the one in my right."
"But Mistress, that is making a decision," I replied with a grin.
"Don't get smart with me, bitch," she exclaimed with a grin, "Or you will be getting both plus a pink slip."
"Yes ma'am. In that case, I choose the left."
Kelly read the slip and put it back in the box. "Come with me to our playroom, my little pet." She connected my leash to "her" collar and I followed her upstairs. Upon entry to the playroom, I immediately lost the skirt. We moved to the center of the room where she had me stand on two short 2"x4" boards placed about a foot apart. A short spreader bar was locked to my ankle cuffs which I assumed was to prevent me from slipping off the boards.
Two belts were buckled tightly around my body; one above my breasts and under my arms, and the other around my waist. Kelly threaded a rope through a ring attached to the front of the waist belt until the center of the rope was at positioned at the ring. I stood still while she passed the two ends between my legs, between the cheeks of my ass, and up through rings on the backs the two belts. Finally, she tied both ends to a ring attached to another rope that she passed over a hook hanging from a pulley in the ceiling. She moved to the wall in front of me and stopped beside a cleat attached to the wall.
I watched as she started pulling the rope to remove the slack in the rope until there was some pressure against my cunt then secured it around the cleat. She returned to me and adjusted the rope, so the two segments of the rope passed on either side of my labia then walked back to the wall and pulled on the rope until it was so tight against my cunt that I had to rise on my toes to reduce the pressure. I assumed that this might be a "no-no" but also hoped that I would not be in trouble because she hadn't said that I could not. To my surprise, she tightened the rope even more. I was now in a Catch 22. By standing on tiptoes, I could relieve some of the pressure of the ropes cutting into my vagina. But doing that quickly tired my toes and feet. If I relaxed the pressure on mt toes, my total weight rested on the ropes between my legs. I now understood the reason she had passed the ropes through rings at the backs of the two belts: this configuration kept me from falling forward. A moment later she pulled the ropes even tighter, lifting me so that my toes barely touched the 2 by 4s.
Kelly walked around the room, moving things for a couple minutes before returning to me and saying, "Well, is my pet enjoying her bondage?"
"Mistress, I don't think enjoy is the adjective I would personally use right at the moment."
The upward pressure of the rope was squeezing the flowers of my cunt and my clit together. Kelly pulled on my labia and ran her finger over my clit, eliciting an erotic gasp from my mouth. She smiled and said, "Your body says otherwise, dear. I think it is time for the next phase." Before I realized what she was doing, she kicked the wood from beneath my feet. While the drop of an inch and a half doesn't seem like much, my toes did not touch the hard surface of the floor. I had no way of relieving the pressure on my vagina. I was literally hanging in space, my entire weight bearing down on the rope between my legs, increasing the pain level exponentially. "I'll be back in ten minutes, pet."
"Thank you, Mistress," was all I could think to say. I had no way to estimate the time and those ten minutes seemed to be a lifetime. When she finally returned my mind was only concentrating on the pressure of the rope between my legs and the numbness I was sensing. Instead of releasing me, as I had hoped, she started sucking on my nipples. I know my moans of pleasure were music to her ears. I watched the top of her head as she started licking the sides of my breasts then slowly licked her way down my body. As I hoped, her goal was my goal. On her knees, she grasped my naked buttocks and pulled my clit to her mouth. The climax that followed was quick and violent. I had never screamed as loud during a climax as I did then. Have I said that before? I also attempted to rub my pubic area against her face as much as my bondage would permit. To my surprise, Kelly remained on her knees and sucked me to a second climax.
Kelly finally lowered me enough that I could put my feet flat on the floor. Holding the rope in her hands, she moved in front of me and grasped me in her arms. When she finally released the rope over the pulley, I collapsed against her like a wet dishrag. As soon as she was convinced I would not fall, she removed the two belts. The rope remained so imbedded in the folds of my cunt and ass, she had to pull it loose. She didn't remove the sheath around my arms before turning and walking away. I followed her to the bedroom, at the end of her leash, realizing I how much I had enjoyed the pain/pleasure she created.
"I don't know about you, but I need to pee before retiring, pet."
"So do I, ma'am."
Ordered to relieve myself first, I was somewhat embarrassed when she wiped me with a piece of toilet paper, since I was unable to wipe myself. I was even more embarrassed when she ordered me to kneel in front of her and watch as she peed. I found the watching the urine pour from her was yet another erotic experience. When she finished, without thinking I asked, "Would you like your slave to wipe you, Mistress?"
"Yes. That will be one of your regular duties, now. Since I don't intend to remove your bindings, tonight, you will have to use something other than toilet paper."
"Will that knowing grin ever cease?" I asked myself when I realized what she meant. Dutifully, but with some trepidation, I leaned forward and licked at the slightly salty remnants of her urine. I didn't find it as repugnant as I thought I would have.
"That was nice. No one has ever done that for me. You do realize that your tongue will be my toilet paper from now on when I pee, don't you, pet?"
"Yes, ma'am, I do."
"You should consider your Mistress' urine to be the wine of her body. Someday soon, when I think you are ready, I will give you the privilege of drinking her wine directly from the source." I was sure I could wait a long time to partake of that privilege. At the same instant, I wondered what it would be like.
Returning to the bedroom, she removed the arm binding and, after giving me time to stretch, told me to lie on the bed while she locked an ankle cuff to a chain that she had attached to an eyehook at the foot of the bed. "We both know this chain is not necessary, pet, but the symbolism of being able to restrain you like this turns me on. It solidifies the fact that you belong to me."
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