Rule Number 3: Master owns this needy slut's body
*This was Master's punishment for when I touched myself without permission.*
I am laying naked and panting. My hands bound above my head, with the ropes biting painfully on my wrists. My ankles are tied pressed against my thighs in a frog tie with my knees forced apart.
Master has been torturing me for days now as punishment for touching myself without his permission.
He has spent tonight teasing me with a vibrator...holding it against my clit, only to pull it away just before I can release...I whimper....
He looks at me and pulls my panties out of my mouth.
'Please...' I start
'Shhh shhh I don't want to hear a sound from you' he says quietly, the warning in his voice clear as he brings the vibrator soaked with my juices to my lips and wipes it across my face.
'I will talk and you will listen. Can you do that for me toy?'
I nod at him as he shoves my panties back into my dry mouth. My hips involuntarily thrust upwards at him in need. He smirks and shakes his head.
'It's this needy clit that always gets you into trouble' he says as he brings the vibe lightly against my clit. 'Now, you are not allowed to cum until you have recited your mantras to me. For every mistake you make, I will hit your clit 4 times with the cane. Do you understand toy?'
I bite my lip and nod my head.
SPANK! Master smacks my clit hard with his hand. I buck against the restraints and yelp in pain.
'Use your words toy. Do you understand?'
'Yes Master' I shakily respond.
A sadistic smile spreads across his face
'Ok. Let's start then Trouble' he says as he plays with the cane in his hands
Fuck, I am screwed.
Without warning, he turns the vibrator up higher and presses it against my clit.
"Go on Trouble. Recite your mantras" he whispers in my ear as he rubs the vibrator against my aching clit.
I mewl needing in response.
Taking a shaky breath, I start
"M-my Master o-owns me fully and... c-completely. Every inch of m-my body is his to control....t-torment and pleasure...as he sees f-fit"
Master leans over and starts nibbling at my neck, "Go on Trouble" he whispers breathily in my ear.
I whimper as my legs start to shake. The ache growing stronger in my clit.
I bite my lip, trying desperately to steady my breath....
"M-my Master owns my m-mind fully and c-completely. He knows m-me and what I...."
My voice trails off as I feel Master slowly start to kiss along my inner thighs.
"Please....Master....i'm sorry" I beg as I thrust my hips up towards his mouth.
His eyes smile back at me as he tuts,
"Hmmm guess my little toy can't even focus on her simple task. Maybe she needs some extra motivation."
Suddenly he removes the vibrator and strikes my needy clit with the cane.
I cry out as he strikes it again and again...1...2...3...4.
By the fourth strike I am a whimpering mess. My tortured clit feels like it's on fire yet still my body begs for release.
He strokes my face and presses the vibrator back against my tortured clit.
As his other hand wraps itself lightly around my neck, he whispers
"Keep going, Trouble."
Shakily I try and control myself....trying desperately to focus my thoughts as I feel the world around me spin from the overstimulation.
"M-my Master knows m-me and w-what I need. I have n-nothing to fear as h-he is both my...t-tormentor and solace."
He hums in approval and removes the vibrator from my clit, leaving me needy and aroused.
"Now do you remember your place Trouble" he says coolly.
I nod my head frantically, "Yes Master"
He slips two fingers into my wet pussy and snarls, "Who does this belong to?"
"You Master."
He pushes in a third finger roughly as his thumb circles my clit, " Who do your orgasms belong to?"
"You Master"
"That's right." He croons in my ear as his other hand wraps tighter around my neck, nails digging into my skin.
His hand starts fucking me faster and faster, as I feel myself getting closer to the edge.
"Are we going to be a good obedient little toy now, Trouble?" He asks as he continues savagely fisting my pussy.
I nod my head frantically, eyes rolling back as the pain and pleasure of his torture takes over my body.
He squeezes my neck tighter.
"Eyes on my Trouble and use your words." He says sternly. "Are you going to be a good and obedient little toy?"
"Y-yes Master" I answer back
My legs shaking as I struggle to control myself.
He leans down, kisses my cheek and whispers "Cum for me, pet"
And just like that the dam that I was barely holding onto spills out and I feel myself explode in the most satisfying orgasm. My body and mind shattered.
He strokes my hair as I try and steady my breathing.
"Don't I always take care of my girl?" He asks as he unties the binds on my legs.
" Yes Master"
"And what do good girls say when they get to cum?" He asks
I take a deep steadying breath in, look at him and smile "More please?"
He throws his head back and laughs, "I had to get a brat didn't I"
Sometimes bratting definitely has its perks
