0 yr 0 mo 15 d
She knelt on the floor, face just an inch from his crotch. It had been 5 days since she had awoke pierced and with tits a size larger, and her life was starting to settle in to a routine, just as he had said it would. Every day had followed much the same pattern as the first, and every night had ended like this; hours spent kneeling, staring at his crotch, and longing for the release of orgasm.
The day after her orientation, she had awoken suddenly in her cell. She had quickly decided that she wasn't about to give in to all this, and would find sneaky ways to stay defiant. She wanted to come, badly, and she didn't want to be punished, but she didn't want to let him have total control. She was initially compliant, suffering through her enema and morning cleaning ritual. He left her alone in the exercise room this time, once she was hooked up to the tread mill. After a few moments, she made up her mind to risk the tug of the nipple rings and simply stop running. After all, he had said that a safety switch would engage, with just a good yank on her tits. At the moment, that seemed a better alternative to running the whole torturous course. How would he know, anyways, whether she'd done the whole thing?
This turned out to be a big mistake. First, when the play ran out on her nipple chains, she got much more than a quick tug on the nipples. It felt like the rings pierced through them were nearly ripped out. The tread mill did stop, but she collapsed whimpering on the floor. About the time she had collected herself enough to look down and see that her nipples seemed more or less unharmed, the door slammed open and he stormed in. He hauled her up to her feet and connected her back to the tread mill. Only this time, he added a pair of small weights to each nipple ring. They couldn't have been more than a couple of ounces each, but once she started moving they jumped up and down, giving tiny yanks on her already sore nipples the entire time. And of course, the whole program started over from the beginning.
After that she suffered the butt plug and chastity belt combination again. Then, as the day before, she was strapped to a table. This time, she was twisted. Her arms were locked down the same way, but her right ankle was pulled over to the left shackle, and her left ankle secured in the right. This time, she took ten strokes across her ass with the cane, five each along the outside of her right thigh and the inside of her left calf, five on the outside of her right breast, and five on the inside of her left. She screamed and moaned but made no words until the first stroke on the inside of her left breast. The got her cursing, and earned her one more stroke one each surface with a hard wooden paddle. This was an entirely different pain. Instead of the splitting pain of the whip and the cane, this was a stinging, pounding pain. Her body rocked with each strike. And when the paddle came down on each of her breasts, she felt the surface bruise instantly and the insides shake.
She still wouldn't admit it to herself, but that beating drove a huge amount of her defiance out of her. She broke no rules intentionally for the rest of the day. Indeed, she continued to tell herself that she was going to find small ways to break the rules without getting punished, but in fact every infraction she had committed over the last few days had been unintentional. However, unintentional or not, she quickly learned that any mistake or deviation from instructions resulted in punishment.
Her most constant source of punishment was her daily quizzes. Each day she got answers wrong, and each day she suffered through a clothes pin for each incorrect response. One the second day the she had done better than the first, with only eight wrong. This time, he applied the pins to her breasts, already sore from both day's beatings. This was far worse than her face and neck, as the pins bounced when ever she moved. On the third day she got 15 wrong, even worse than the first day. This time the pins were applied to her clit and cunt lips, seven down each side. The pain was the worst yet, and as the day went on, the weight of the clothes pins became a problem as well, dragging her pussy lips down. The next day, she did her best yet, with only 4 mistakes. This time, he put the pins on the insides of her arms. Initially, this was no where near as painful as it had been on her tits or cunt, but she soon learned that there was an even more subtle hardship involved. She couldn't lower her arms normally, without twisting the clothes pins painfully or, even worse, risking popping one off. She did not want to find out what the punishment of losing one of those pins would be. By the time he removed them hours latter, her arms were stiff, extremely sore, and utterly exhausted.
Each day the bondage she had to endure while going about her chores increased as well. She quickly learned that he had many types of handcuffs. On her second day the standard handcuffs were replaced with hinged ones. Then on the third day, solid cuffs with no flexibility. After that, thumb cuffs, which proved a unique challenge. She had never thought about how many things she needed her thumbs for. And that was the day she had had clothes pins lining her inner arm. Today, she was made to wear a special set of cuffs which kept her hands constantly a foot apart. This had made doing dished nearly impossible.
In spite of that, though, today had been her day. She had finally gotten all the answers on her afternoon quiz correct. She hadn't made any mistakes on meal preparation, and she had gotten all of the dishes spotless without breaking any. She had not failed in any way the entire day. And now she sat, horny and frustrated, staring at his crotch just inches from her face.
She knew it was getting close to bed time, so she was startled when she heard him speak. "Do you want to come?"
She nodded and knew it to be the truth. She desperately wanted an orgasm.
"Unzip my pants," her hands were still in those odd cuffs, so she had some trouble. She could only get one hand to his crotch at a time, so the zipper kept catching. Her breath was getting short with anticipation. Finally he was going to fuck her! She felt as though her pussy were dripping with excitement.
Finally she grabbed his pants with one hand, then gripped the zipper in her teeth and pulled down. She pulled out his semi-erect penis.
"Now suck."
She almost forgot herself and looked up at him in surprise. But she caught herself. She didn't particularly like giving head. She'd done in before. It was a pretty good way to get guys to do what she wanted. But she didn't like the taste, and hated the feeling of come being shot in her mouth. She was so horny though that she went at it with abandon. If this was what he wanted before he fucked her, she was ready to do it.
She held his cock tight with one hand while her head bobbed up and down, faster and faster. She could feel him getting harder and her own excitement increase. Finally, he gave out a great sigh and a thick wad of semen shot into her mouth. She tried to jerk her head back in surprise. She had expected to suck him for a little while and then have sex. But he grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her back down.
"Swallow," he said.
She really didn't want to, but saw little choice. Almost retching, she gulped down his come.
"Now stand up," he said. She did.
"Spread your legs." She stood with her feet just past shoulder width.
He reached a hand to her crotch and found her clit. He began to rub. This hadn't been what she'd had in mind at all, but none-the-less, she felt electricity shoot from her pussy to her brain. She had wanted to be fucked, but she had been so horny for so long that any touch at all was almost enough to make her come. She quickly found herself thrusting her hips against his finger, intensifying the sensation. Her breath came short and she started to moan. Her orgasm built quickly, and hit her with surprising strength. Her knees went weak and she slumped into his hand as she came.
"Good girl."
