It’s almost as overwhelming as the need for daily function, I want it, crave it, I’m almost at a loss when i know that our next meet is weeks away, but my body and mind are still craving the ultimate surrender. He has me, he wants me and that’s everything I’ve ever wanted. It’s confusing in every aspect of the word, it almost goes against everything in human nature, but it’s now how i survive.
The next meet with Master seems like decades away and my body aches, for him to be there, grabbing my hair like he does, his fingers inside me like he knows me so well, his cock in my mouth, eyes watering and spit covering his gorgeous cock as he tells me I’m a good girl, his flogger making marks on my skin like he owns me, his breath on my skin, gives me pimples, because I’m both excited by his words and nervous at the thought of what he could do, and he’s forever coming up with new ideas, and I love that. It’s what I want, it’s what I crave, I’m addicted.
Weeks pass by I am distracted, I can’t concentrate, my pussy swells and pulses in wetness, for that need, I’m not sure I can take much more waiting, but I do, because that’s what I always do. I do what im told…
The desire burns insides me like fire, body aching for that pain and oh the pleasure. Nights pass by and I know the day is drawing closer. My nights are spent tossing and turning, my body radiating heat, my nipples stand on point and im dripping, im doing anything now to satisfy that need, that ache that builds in between my thighs, its overwhelming but the only thing that gives me release until our next meet as my hand glides down there.
And finally it has come to the night before, I’m a mess, I mean literally but sexually, im just so ready to be there, wondering what it is I will be experiencing what life affirming things he will do to me next, it is the ultimate surrender to me. I’m in a constant daze imagine the scenarios that could happen, and its make a delicious wetness between my thighs, and I know I shouldn’t, I know I should wait for tomorrow and let Master give me the pleasure I oh so desire, as he knows exactly how, but I just can’t, the thoughts of his hands running across my body, pinching my nipples, spanking me hard, tying me, just has me on the edge already, losing control...it’s how I feel asleep that night..
I awake to the feeling of nervousness in my stomach, todays the day I’ve been waiting for. My pussy still wet from the night before, I wake and start the days preparations, this is one day im not going to miss. Running myself a bath, my naked body slide into it, the tension gone, the distractions gone, the need is still there but not for long. I prepare myself, silky smooth is how master likes it, and like I say, I do what im told. I return from the bath feeling ready, for whatever today will bring. Assessing my body in the mirror, its always been an issue for me ever since I was a child. I’m not perfect I have a belly and thighs and my breasts are now small, I run my hands over the scars I have, and imagine how it is anyone could find my nakedness beautiful, and then why would Master come back if he didn’t.
I feel myself, smooth for my Master; I slip into my garter belt and suspenders, so smooth on my legs, and heels, I love them. My long Red hair glides over my breasts as they are, smiling at the thought, as I know Master like long hair, for his own kinky reasons, I like it pulled. I slip a skirt on top and a shirt, when i dress in lingerie underneath my clothes; it makes me wonder how many people can tell I’m the dirty slut Master has always wanted me to be. I leave, leaving my control at the door; I won’t be back for a while.
Making my way to the train station, I’m aware in every move my freshly shaved pussy, is gaining moist. The occasional wink from the guys a slip of the skirt shows the suspenders underneath, not knowing that I’m doing it on purpose. I arrive at the place we had agreed, he tells me when and where, and of course he knows when I free. The place is dark, makes my stomach turn, this is something new, I’ve never experienced such a place. The entrance, elegant spirals of metalwork bound to a frame, felt like walking through the entrance into a deep dark secret. Its pitch black at first, I hear music, soft but audible, my senses are adjusting. There are echoing screams that fill the corridor, it smells of fragrance, wax and definitely leather my pussy clenches at that thought. I check my coat, and I’m left in my outfit feeling a little of place, trying to spot my Master, and then there, that smell, its recognisable, familiar, the one that makes me weak at the knees, standing directly behind me.
His hands slide in under my skirt, I know he’s checking, like I would forget but he always checks. “Good Girl! He whispers in my ear, and my stomach does that excited flip. He takes me by the arm and we enter what looks like a ballroom that has been transformed into fortress for pain. I gaze at the sights I am seeing, the mood lighting giving such a sense of calm, considering what’s going on in this room. I see crosses, benches, tables, cages and so much more, all beautiful and in their place. Gliding next to him he moves me to another part of the room, the women look Devine, and I look overdressed. The men smart and sexy and I take a moment to look at what Master is wearing and as always my nipples harden.
He catches my smile, and squeezes my arm tighter; he knows exactly what I’ve been thinking. I’m particularly mesmerized by this one scene going on in the room…so much so I forget my place, losing my grip from his arm, I gaze at it in wonder, the female, who is in obvious pain is suspended by one foot attached to both arms, her body stretched into almost a complete circle, the rope binds her together, hugging her flesh, swelling around her breasts. A gag stops her immediate pleas, moving round; her body is built for sin, she is sweating her nipples hard and attached are bare teethed nipple clamps, one foot just making it possible to balance. A vibrator attached to her pussy, and something in her ass that I couldn’t make out. I’m in awe of this woman, I almost want to be in her place, but I know Master always knows best. I glance away, and I realise I’ve stepped out of place I hadn’t realised my mind was spell bound and my body followed, I didn’t think.
That when I feel his arm, he grabs me right across the stomach and pulls hard, I am so close to his body, its likes feeling every inch of him, the other hand yanks my hair backwards, so he knows that I am listening.
“You sub, need to remember your place” “did you ask permission to walk away from me?”
I try to breath, but he’s holding on tight, “No sir” I blurt as I know it’s the truth.
“Then what do you expect to get for that sub?”
I feel eyes watching over me, people wondering just what it is he might do, he tightens his grip.
“Punishment Sir”
“That’s right sub”
I know what this is for now, he’s testing me, and he’s going to push hard, he won’t want me to disappoint now he has an audience, and I bet he loves an audience.
An immediate space forms between me and the people standing around, almost a performance area that surrounds me. I feel oh so small in such a big place, am I ready for this? What if he doesn’t stop? These anxieties running through my mind, even though deep down I trust him, I can’t help but just think. He paces up and down in front of me, as im left wondering what kind of session he really had planned after all, as he catches my gaze and brings me back to him.
“Get undressed” he says and then looks at me again, I pause because I don’t know what else to do, I see him walking closer to me, so instinctively start to move, removing my shirt and skirt, leaving me in my suspenders, and garter.
I can’t look at him, I can’t believe what’s happening, he’s going to torture, use and abuse me in front of everyone, maybe even let people join in if he wants, my mind says this is crazy, but my body is begging for release, the release I’ve waiting weeks for. He paces around me, he knows I hate it when he makes me wait; the anticipation of it kills me. He stops behind me, grabs my arms and pulls them behind my back before I have a chance to think, in moments he has tied my wrists tightly because he knows I squirm. His had comes down on my head harshly grabbing my hair and pulling me in the direction he wanted, I stumbled and try to stay upright, and walk with him, his grip fiercely tight on my head. The people followed, as I knew they would, if I was in there position I know I would. We stop, in front of some sort of dungeon furniture, I’ve never seen it myself, custom made I imagine. There is almost a stool, black and the smell of leather evident, but no back, instead two chains hanging down, cuffs on the end. At either side two beds lay adjacent attached with bars, the underneath blacked out, it was odd but alluring.
He still has hold of my hair as he is contemplating in which way he is going to display me. My mind going crazy, he’s decided he pulls me with him, sits me on the stool, pushes my heads down forward and attaches one of the chains to my bound hands…I’m not sure this is going to be comfortable position, when those chains move, but he’s not thinking of comfortable. He paces back over and tells me lay down, in that position, he ties one ankle to a hook, I see on the ground, at this point im lucky I can see everything, I’m assuming he’s forgotten to put the blindfold on me, or has he? I just can’t tell. My other leg is bound together my ankle touching my thigh, all the while, I gaze over the crowd of people that is emerging, the look of lust and happiness on the faces.
He pulls the chain and I feel the pressure emerging in my arms, he pulls again, and im lifted from the floor, my leg is now attached to the same chain, he pulls until im a high enough in the air for everyone to see, I am now on display just like that woman I was so mesmerised by, I am now her
My body starts to ache and burn with the tension of the rope. He starts to speak.
“This is my Slut, I bring her here to this establishment, so she can experience something new, but yet she feels she is better than my choices”
“and for that she will be punished”
I try to imagine what kind of torture device he would so wickedly use on me, but my imagination is drawing a blank, Im trying to focus on breathing and not tensing up. I wiggle a little trying to relieve the tension, but it’s just too tight. He catches my movement and moves in really close. That smell again, so comforting, but it disappears just as soon as it arrives.
He grabs me by the throat, “you’re not going anywhere” I say nothing, as the thought of speaking at this point will just get me into more trouble.
He moves away quietly whispers to the crowd just behind him, mostly men and some women. At his word something seemed to move them, they start to slowly wonder in closer, I cant help but close my eyes, I just don’t want to see anymore.
“Open them Slut” is shouted loudly, making me jump as my eyes open and regain focus. He wants me to see everything, hear everything, and feel everything. In this position you have access to every part of me, my pussy, ass, tits all just there for the pleasure of others, and im not going to lie, I was dripping, my nipples hard and as for my ass it is untouched to this day, im in training ready for my Master to take me. People emerging around me, slowly wondering in, I catch the eyes of men and women, all moving in for a closer look. What I hadn’t realised is what they were all holding.
In each hand that moved closer was a clothes pin, and one by one they started to place them on my body, I can feel them, not incredibly painful when on, but being ripped off was definitely something you’d remember. Between each peg that was placed, hands wondered...someone was between my thighs, other on my nipples, and then they were pinched hard and pegs were placed on instead. There where so many of them, and the pegs kept coming, some were cruel and placed them on my pussy lips and clit, other did my arms and legs, until stillness filled the room and they retreated. My body covered in pegs, they started to pinch down hard, I could feel the pain building up. As my Master appeared from out of the crowd, there is was my punishment, a cattle prod. Not the industrial type, this one id seen before on a sight we had looked at for electrical play. It wasn’t something I was keen on but he had left it at the time. I’m now sweating and my arms are aching, the pegs digging into my flesh, and now this, I’m trying to breathe to calm myself. I don’t want to freak out and embarrass him in front of everyone. He approaches and I can’t help but flinch, the idea of the pain of that prod going through my flesh is enough to make my stomach turn.
He doesn’t it quickly, before I even notice, that electricity pulses through my thigh, I scream out, part in reaction to the pain and the surprise, and again on the other thigh, the crowd loving my reactions to it, I cant help but scram. It’s the frustration and wants leaking out of me. He does it continually 10 more times, and stops.
“have you learnt you lesson Sub” Im weak, bound and in so much pain from the pegs, its hard to concentrate.
“yes Master” escapes from my lips.
With that I see him nod to the crowd, they move in once again, and to my relief it’s to remove the pegs…my skin comes back to life. They stay there, and this time hands are all over me, rubbing over my pussy, on my nipples, over my thighs, my back neck, I fell like every inch of me is being touched. Fingers pushed inside me, as a moan escapes my lips, at that moment I look up and hold the gaze of my Master as he watches the crowd take me to new heights.
I lose his gaze as I feel the first orgasm building, my moans louder, my inhibitions, self-consciousness, and worrys gone, just me feeling the pleasure given to me by the crowd and my Master. I’m Cumming, and its so strong, my pussy pulsing, and clenching. Im so wet, I feel fingers stretching me and I know someone is going for the fist, I tense a little and they ease off, other orgasm building, fast and quick and at the same time, I fell them push in there fist, completely stretching me open, my body spasms in reaction, as my orgasms become more overwhelming. A vibrator placed on my clit, and im already so close to cumming again, my whole body taking in every inch of pleasure they decide to give to me.
Time must have flown by fast because it’s the smell I recognise first, and hes there in front of me, my eyes barely open, my body aches with a passion, im bruised and beaten.
“good girl” he says to me, and with that my stomach does a flip. And a smile emerges on my face.
He’d given me my first public session, one which I have only every dreamt I would fulfil, and he made it happen, and im so happy that he is pleased and I did well for him. My body is released from the binds, I am unable to stand, I lay gazing into the air, the moment of real pleasure, im in heaven, spaced out and my body needs to rest. And with that my eyes close, I just cant help it anymore, I feel myself being moved from the floor and placed on something soft and warm, and that was enough to send me off to sleep.
“thankyou Sir” is as much as I get out before I drift off into a sleep. I don’t know where I am or who with, but my body and mind has decided it needs to rest.
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