As I glance over at the handwritten board I read, smiling inwardly. Her Master has given each of us a chance to help with her obedience training. I circle her, presented as her Master has chosen, diagnosing the view in front of me like a forensics expert, taking the cues into mind: he knew her, he had set her up this way because of the traits he has seen in her for punishment.
As I circle, learning and understanding, I admire her body: the curve of her restrained legs, her ample breasts and hard nipples dangling and her bright eyes. She seems nervous: I stroke her hair and hold her chin looking into her eyes to reassure her, calming her with my gentle words. My fingers trail down her back as I continue around her, massaging her firm glute in my hand before slapping it hard. Her yelp sends a twitch of arousal straight to my swelling cock.
His presentation of her is perfect. Her swollen petals already gaping and showing her glistening pinkness as a string of sparkling arousal spirals to the floor. I kneel and inspect her closely: light moans emanating from her as she feels my breath on her inner thighs and perhaps anticipates that I will maybe slide a tongue or finger into her. She remains untouched. Her scent is strong and musky. She is aching to be toyed with.
I return to face her, bending to look into her lustful eyes.
“Brats need to be taught a lesson and learn that when they are obedient for their master they are rewarded. Do you understand?”
She nods, drool already dripping from her chin.
“Your mouth looks inviting and ready to be fucked: Would you enjoy that? Your Nirvana is invitingly wet, probably throbbing and needy: Would you like it filled and stretched? Your nipples are hard and possibly aching: Would you like them rolled?”
She again nods trying to desperately speak of her enthusiasm from behind the Gag ring.
“So those things you want, and desire are rewards. Do you understand? Let’s see if, after I’ve punished you, you deserve any rewards.”
She moans, possibly in pleasurable anticipation, or anxiety; it makes no difference to me, she needs to understand the importance of obedience.
I lay my mobile phone on the end of the bench just out of reach of her restrained hands. I pull my tool bag into view and make sure she is watching, I pull out a large beaded butt plug, a rabbit vibrator, nipple clamps and chains. I lay them on the bench in front of her. Her eyes widen as her mind wanders: the brat in her possibly imagining becoming a used ruined wreck. Little does she know.
I attach the nipple clamps, the heat from their tightness already making her moan. The chain comes up either side of her body and, telling her to lower her head, is attached to the gag ring belt. I then tell her to raise her head back and see her eyes start to water as the tension increases on her nipples. A second chain is added to each nipple clamp and laid on the floor round the front of the bench.
Next I circle with the beaded plug and rabbit vibrator. I waste no time, initially easing the beaded plug in to her soppy cunt; hearing her moan, feeling the tension in her body as she squirms. The more she arches the tighter the nipple clamps pull. The plug slides effortlessly, noisily with her juices as her first orgasm starts to peak. Then I stop. Withdrawing it and easing each bead into her puckered arse. She groans as each head pops inside and her arsehole seals around the neck of the plug.
Next, I move on to the rabbit vibrator. I ensure it locks nicely in place between the tightness of her body and the bench. The tip deep inside her and the stimulator pressed perfectly against her clit. She is moaning and starting to pant as my plan comes together.
I return to standing in front of her. As I look into her eyes, I smile for her. Now was the time to punish her and gain my perverted satisfaction.
“Raise your head higher.”
She had let it drop to ease her aching nipples: she does so and moans a note pleasing to my ear. Then I loop the chain on the floor round my ankle and ease my leg back away from her. The new tension on my chain creates another note for me. Looking into her wet eyes, mascara running down her cheeks, I softly speak.
“I’m going to make you sing a song of arousal for my satisfaction. At the end you will realise your punishment and reward.”
As I step forward to ensure my phone is linked to the vibrator stuck deep inside her, squeezing against the plug, we both sense the electricity in the room. The circling Dom’s both engrossed and engaged in the punishment I was about to perform.
The vibrator buzzes, as I stand like a conductor in front of a one Lady orchestra. She moans to life, closing her eyes already.
“Keep that head raised,” I growl.
Setting a low pattern on the toy as her eyes open, focused on me in front of her. She moans a pleasant series of notes as I tease the pattern higher, imagining how the vibrations squeeze her thin wall of flesh between the beads and the toy. Her clit pulsing as the sensations tease her. I change the melody, making it faster as she groans, arching, stretching the chain tighter on her nipples. She spasms. I stop the vibes.
She recovers, her eyes looking pleadingly into mine. I start again, building the vibes and this time yanking the chain. She sings and screams and spasms; I stop.
I repeat this but also now release my manhood, allowing her to admire it from inches in front of her face. I repeat my process, this time wanking my thick hard shaft in front of her. She can smell my arousal, see the glisten on my swollen head and the precum, now threading to the floor like her juices earlier.
As the song builds, she arches and groans and moans in edged ecstasy. She starts to realise her actual ecstasy is dependent on her obedience. As I peak her edge again and again, I wank. She can sense I am close. She feels her cunt hungry to be filled, or her arse. Her nipples are hot and buzzing, needing the relief of my soothing tongue but now she wants to feel her mouth stretched and filled. Taste me, drink me in. As the buzz of the vibrator and the tension of the clamps takes her to another edged crest I speak.
“Do you want my seed deep in your throat? As I wank, I imagine satisfying both of us. As you watch my reddened tip, hear my wet shaft sliding in my hands I want to allow you that satisfaction.”
I continue to control the vibrator on the phone and work my cock faster. She can sense I will cum but wants it so badly in her mouth. With that I explode, spurt after spurt, erupting and splattering over her cheek and eye and on her hair. She craves that it had been deep in her throat, or her needy cunt or tight arse, my hot seed filling her deep. Now it was in reach tantalising reach, she can smell it; but alas no. Again, I stop the vibrator just before she cums.
She pants, looking at me, realising I was punishing her, I would not give her her satisfaction if she was going to be a brat too much of the time. Recovering from my satisfaction I remove all my punishing toys and reiterate her thoughts, saying.
“Obedience gains reward. I’m not your Master, but if I was, your brattiness would limit your reward of your total satisfaction. In my eyes he is the only one that can truly reward you. If he feels you have learned from your punishments here today perhaps, you’ll gain your reward.”
I step away.
With thanks to @kinkystryteller for this instalment
How long does her punishment continue 😈
Sadly, not too much longer! x