Fury sparked within me. I almost face punched her - the fear in her eyes as I drew back my fist was electrifying - but a face punch? Definitely beneath me - not to mention the fact that she was the best looking piece of meat I had owned. What the fuck was she thinking? She knew the rules. She also knew there was a cost to displeasing me. Apparently she had lost sight of the cost.
I needed to cool off - get my rage under control. I did not want to damage her too much - but she was going to get a correctional educational experience.
A coffee, a smoke and a think to refocus me- then a plan. She's locked in the room and going nowhere until I let her out - and she can fret about her fate until I am ready to deal.
Coffee break mellowed me out. My rage dispensed with I could focus on the necessary. The restrained queen needed a lesson that she would not forget. My cock rose pleasurably as I contemplated possibilities and surfed a few memories. It had been far too long since a submissive whimpering in pain had shed tears on my engorged cock to lube it for her asshole - the restrained queen had no idea of the true cost of unsatisfactory behavior - since I took ownership she had been remarkably well behaved after my introductory lecture.
I went to the den and unlocked the black leather trunk- surveying the range of devices. The thick wide black leather collar was a definite must - as were the two telescoping spreader bars, the handcuffs she favored, wrist and ankle cuffs, some rope and the 6 foot heavy stainless steel chain. Sub school was ready to open.
She was on the bed drying her tears when I unlocked the door - she looked at me hopefully and said 'Master' in that tone that made it a question. My eyes burned a hole into hers as I said "I recall neither giving it permission to speak nor asking it to." Her face collapsed - I could see the tremble in her body. Uncomprehending dark eyes looked back at me - but she shut her mouth.
I fastened the thick, wide leather collar too tightly around her tiny neck, clipped on the chain and unceremoniously jerked her to her feet. She choked and her struggle for breath confirmed the collar was tight enough and did not require further tightening. I made for my den - long, fast strides dragging the diminutive restrained queen behind me - her struggling both for breath and to keep up. She almost careened into me when I stopped halfway into the den. I pointed to the 2 squares of cloth I had set near the center of the room a meter apart - "one foot on each and stand up straight." Although her restricted air supply was causing her face to darken somewhat in color, the speed with which she complied was impressive - standing tall and spread wide, chin high, breasts thrust forward, tiny hands at her side. I towered over her and stood too close.
"You know why."
She remained silent holding fast and obedient to my last command about speaking.
The ankle cuffs secured the first telescopic spreader bar between her feet holding her spread wide. The second I attached to her knees ensuring she could not protect the disobedient cunt I owned. The wrist cuffs were too small for that job but a convenient length of rope did just fine. Finally the handcuffs secured her hands behind her back. She was ready.
I led her out to the very private back yard and uttered a single word.
"Knees."
She dropped like a stone in water and landed heavily, the muffled groan indicated the landing was as painful as I had hoped. I took the chain and pulled it back between her spread legs, pulling it tightly forcing her head to the ground. She had to stick out her chin to avoid being face down in the grass. The snap of the padlock locking the chain to the spreader bar between her legs was arousing.
I walked behind her - she looked very usable, face down, legs spread, ass up. I shoved two fingers into my cunt - she shuddered silently but was soaking wet. I could feel my cock stirring - I was going to enjoy every second of the lesson.
I set my lawn chair in front of her and pulled over the side table. I let her watch me roll a smoke, then got up and walked behind her. I knew she was waiting to feel my fingers ravage her cunt to get cuntjuice to moisten the glue. I was not gentle. I used a match to light my smoke. She screamed when I extinguished the still flaming match between her wet cuntlips. She couldn't see me as I walked back into the house as the scream died in her throat - I needed the rest of the things for the lesson.
She was sobbing softly when I walked back into her limited range of vision. The pain of the compromised position and the dull ache between her cuntlips combined with the humiliation of being out on the lawn were having the desired effect.
I sat and looked at her, watching her trying to be comfortable and look up at me in fear of what was next. I let her see me take the slender bottle of Peroni beer out of the ice cooler I had brought out and placed on the table. I walked behind her, the icy cold beer glistening with condensation as it disappeared into her cunt. The high pitched shriek as it disappeared served only to harden my cock further. I went back to the table and got my glass. I held it under the long neck of the bottle protruding from her cunt and popped the Peroni open, the cool amber fluid filling glass. I grabbed her long hair and pulled her up, tilting her to empty the last of the bottle into my glass before dropping her hard. As my cock throbbed with pleasure I wondered if she was starting to learn yet.
I sat and drank the beer, enjoying the sun and the S&M playlist on my Ipod while I watched her displayed most uncomfortably in front of me. I needed another. She didn't scream when I walked behind her and pulled the spent bottle out her cunt. She even managed to remain silent when the second bottle took the place of the first. I popped open the Peroni and smiled happily as the amber fluid splashed into my glass. The high pitched whining when I grabbed her by the hair and tilted her to empty the bottle and continued for some time after I let go of her and let her fall. I was a good halfway through the beer, enjoying it in the sun in my chair in front of her by the time she managed to settle and shut the fuck up. I wondered if she knew how hard her painsong was making her Master's cock.
Nature takes it course. Fresh air, the sun and fun in the backyard combined with a couple of beers ensures it. I took the shallow bowl off of the table and dumped it on the ground in front of her, right under her nose.
"Act like and look like a bitch in heat and a piece of meat gets treated like one."
Her eyes went wild - I thought they might pop right out of her head. She looked at me in complete non-comprehension as I can-opened open the dog food and emptied the tin into the bowl. She still hadn't figured out things when I stood back, took out my cock and began to piss aiming for the bowl. She blinked wildly trying to keep bits of dog food and piss out of her eyes. An endless stream of tears cascaded down her flaming red cheeks accompanied by the most heartfelt sobs of humiliation and pain. She appeared to be learning.
I was so fucking horny! My cockhead was practically purple. I walked behind the sobbing restrained queen who now had a new take on the meaning of restrained. I spread her ass cheeks and spit on her tight asshole. I didn't bother to take the empty Peroni out of her cunt when I dropped to my knees and shoved my cock into her asshole. Brutal thrusts, no lube save for a bit of spit. I could hear unintelligible sounds emanating from her mouth. "Harder. Faster. Almost there." I undo the handcuffs take a couple more punishing thrusts and rip my cock out and walk around to her face.
"Mouthfuck."
A flash of hope gleams in her eyes. She presses palms down in the grass raising her mouthcunt to my shit flavored cock and feeds like it was manna from heaven. She is learning. Perhaps the best mouthfuck she has ever given me. She looks puzzled when I pull my cock out of her mouthcunt and jerk it, aiming for the bowl of piss and dog food, great gouts of thick white sperm covering the mess.
"Your Master feeds you - do not waste a single drop."
Her gag of disbelief and the dry retching immediately harden my cock and I move again behind the restrained queen. In a kinder mood this time I pull the empty Peroni out of her cunt before I savage her tight asshole as she feeds, the sound of her gagging and retching coaxing another load of sperm quickly from my balls. I pull out and shove my purple, enraged cock into her cunt to empty.
I walk back to her face - she is just finishing with her tongue licking out the bowl, the odd gag and wretch escaping her lips. She has learned.
I pull her to her feet - take off the spreaders, the collar and chain.
"Clean up." |
