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Restrained, gagged, clamped and plugged in the dungeon, I have plenty of time to think about Master and his requirements.
Arm muscles ache; fingers are numb with the strain. Legs muscles are cramping, toes are cold and painful. Neck is straining under the heavy head hanging loosely. Jaw hurts, teeth ache from being forced open and the gag forced inside. Chest hurts from breathing restriction, bladder cramping, and bowel trying to eject intrusion. My arse is under immense pressure.
My body is tortured, my mind is blurred. I gather my thoughts and wait for his return. I think about my extremities and concentrate on the blood flow to them. I tense and relax each muscle in arms, legs, abdomen and chest as I can. Carefully I tighten and relax my pussy and arse muscles. The sensation drives me wild. I remember my Nursing days and patients who were enduring short-term agony during wound dressing changes, or removal of staples… a good tactic was to recite the alphabet with them.
I begin to chant to myself…'A,B,C,D,E,F,G then H,I,J K,…LMNOP.'
I notice that this takes my mind off the sensations, so I continue as I tighten and relax again.
Nipples are painful, breasts swelling fast, clamps digging their teeth into the raw flesh. I tighten my breast muscles, still reciting the alphabet….'X,Y,Z.'
Clit is numb, pressure is building behind the clamp, but if I stay still I can control it until he returns.
I am pleased with myself, controlling the pain so far; perhaps this method could be applied when Master is using me. I will try it.
I hear the door.
He is home.
He is moving about the house, I can hear him.
He is upstairs.
I am waiting for him, wanting him to release me. It has been hours.
He comes downstairs; I can hear him in the kitchen.
I am breathing quickly, arms, legs, pussy, arse, breasts have all come to life and are paining me. I want to call him, I can't.
He enters to room, stands in front of me and looks at me.
‘I have purchased you some items Sub.'
I nod.
‘I have put them on the bed for you to try on and show me later on this evening.'
I nod again. Eyes are wide as I plead with him to release me.
He leaves the room. I jerk and wriggle in my restraints to alert him to my plight.
The dildo in my arse moves, rubbing against the one in my pussy. This presses on my clit, which makes me jerk again. My breasts bounce up and down, clamps jangling and pulling on the nipples.
My legs are cramping again, pulled upwards and spread wide, almost meeting my wrists at the rings on the wall where they are cuffed.
I can hear him in the kitchen again.
Soon he returns, and I continue to wriggle and moan at him.
‘Silence.'
I stop and am silent, panting hard into the gag. Trying to think of the alphabet but my mind is racing.
He brings the milking machine over to me, unclamps my breasts with a loud squeal from me, and massages them roughly. He connects me to the machine, and the sucking on them sends me into orbit. My pussy is leaking and again I try to recite the alphabet under my breath to take my mind off the sensation, I can't remember it, the feelings that are all over me are too much.
Master leans down and removes the dildo from my pussy. He also removes the one from my arse, giving me some comfort as I rest on my cheeks, still restrained.
He rubs his hand between my legs, I can feel him part my pussy lips, and push the ice inside. I scream out into the gag and jerk around again. Another piece of ice rests against my arse. Again I scream at him but he produces his riding crop and waves it near my face. He cracks it onto his hand.
‘Stop it, or you will get this.'
I moan again. The ice is burning me.
‘Suck it in. You are not getting off on the machine suckling you, so I thought I'd cool you down a bit.'
I am crying, the ice is painfully cold inside my stretched pussy and I am uncomfortable with the pressure of the machine.
The milking continues for about fifteen minutes more as Master removes the ice, rubbing it along my pussy lips and around my arse cheeks as I involuntarily jerk about from the freezing sensation on my tender skin.
He removes the machine, there is about 30mls of milk and he is pleased. My breasts are sore as they hang down, nipples protruding and tender.
Master returns to me, signaling for me to be quiet, he removes the gag, massaging my head and caressing my face as he removes his trousers and underwear. He leans my head back, straining my arms and legs even more as he presents his cock to my mouth.
‘Open.'
I open my mouth and receive him. Slowly and tenderly he probes in and out of my mouth, his manhood growing longer and harder with each stroke. Deep down the back of my throat he slowly enters me, my lips tighten and squeeze as he withdraws before thrusting again. The pace quickens, thrusts are harder and more forceful. He is holding my hair, keeping my head still as he fucks my face without resistance. I close my eyes and enjoy. This is painless and pleasing to both of us.
He withdraws and sits.
Moving close to me, kissing my face gently as his erect cock presses between my legs. His fingers find my pussy and enter. The clit clamp still in place, I moan loudly as he pushes inside me.
He lifts me off the ground with his fingers still inside me; sliding quickly forward he lowers my arse onto his cock in one movement. I gasp and groan again.
‘Ohh, Master…'
He kisses me again, passionately on the lips as he begins to thrust inside me. His kisses are harder, hands on my breasts, kneading, twisting and pinching as he fucks my body.
His mouth finds my nipple, he sucks hard on it, fucking harder and harder, pushing me up and down with his arms under my thighs.
My clit is ready to explode; every nerve is on fire as I pant to him.
‘Please.. Master…Ohh Goodd..'
He is biting on my nipple, grunting with his thrusts, leaning his body back to get maximum penetration, stretching my nipples as he alternated between them, sucking and biting on their tender skin.
His hand finds my pussy and the clit clamp.
He presses it hard and I cry out. Pressing harder and harder as I scream loudly, he explodes inside me, pumping and pumping his seed deep inside my arse while I writhe under his touch on the clit clamp. Milk drips from my breasts onto my stomach.
My head hangs, Master slumps against me, panting in unison as we recover.
He lifts me up, moves back from me, stands and leaves the room.
‘Mmmaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssttteeeeeeeerrrrrr.' I scream behind him.
‘Please….Maasstteerr.' I sob.
There is silence.
I wait, crying, restrained and painfully straining against the wall in the dungeon.
It seems like an eternity before he returns, showered and dressed.
He unties my legs, lowering them gently to the floor before releasing my arms and lifting me onto the massage bed.
‘You have fifteen minutes to recover.
Yes master.' I whimper to him.
I lie on the bed, moving my arms and legs slowly as circulation returns to them. My clit is throbbing hard, I sit myself up, rubbing arms and legs massaging muscles to assist them to recover.
Master returns.
‘Lie down.'
I obey him immediately.
Legs apart, finger yourself quietly.
I part my legs wide and reach two fingers down into my pussy. I bump the clit clamp and gasp, but plunge the fingers inside me quickly.
Master reaches over and releases the clamp; I bite hard, breathing inwardly hard to mask the stinging pain.
‘Cum now, you have 30 seconds, no noise.'
I immediately reach for my clit with my free hand. I rub it gently at first, then harder and harder as my fingers plunge deep inside. One leg raised in the air I massage myself, grunting deeply and as quietly as possible before the orgasm hits. Master holds my leg and watches as my juices squirt from my clit while I continue to work my pussy with my other hand. My toes curling time and time again as each wave hit me, juices squirting like a fountain while Master watched. My back arches with each wave, breathing deeply I strain from making noise as I drift away.
I finish and collapse on the bed.
‘Sub. You are to go and shower immediately. Wait for me in the bedroom, standing at the foot of the bed.‘
‘Yes Master.' I pant quietly, lifting myself up from the bed and stepping onto the floor with wobbly legs and light head.
The shower was hot and soft on my skin. I washed my hair and soaped my body under the hot steamy water. I massaged my breasts, rubbed my pussy and arse and treated my body with oils and creams.
Once showered, I returned to the bedroom, standing at the foot of the bed and waited for Master.
He appeared shortly afterwards and proceeded to open the many bags on the bed.
He had me model everything for him. Bras for everyday wear, soft and lacy in white and neutral colors. Maternity bras with clips on the cups that open in the front. And tight fitting fetish bras, exposing the nipple and pushing the breasts up high, all with matching underwear.
He purchased track pants and jumpers, as well as other items for me to wear about the house and on outings during the cooler months.
There was a long woolen coat fully lined and exquisitely finished off, as well as jeans, skirts and blouses. He also purchased thigh high boots, black with very high heels, jogging shoes and some comfortable pumps.
I paraded all items as he requested. He tested the maternity bras, unclipping the cups and nibbling my nipple, satisfied that he had made the correct choice.
Once we finished, Master moved to the lounge, signaling for me to kneel at his feet.
I obeyed his command, kneeling, head down, legs spread wide, displayed for him.
He read for a while, sipping at his drink, suddenly he rose from his chair and went upstairs. He returned and sat down.
‘Present nipples.'
I obeyed, standing and bending over so my breasts hung freely in front of him.
He banded each nipple tightly, twisting and pulling them to gain maximum length. He then placed the breast harness on. He pulled it tight around the breasts then behind my head, raising my breasts high upwards and crushing them together.
‘Present your clit.'
I spread my legs wide, parting my pussy lips and rubbing my clit to arouse it.
He reached between my legs and placed the clamp tightly on my clit, leaving the chain to dangle between my legs.
The sensation makes me dance on the spot unconsciously.
‘Still'
I try to stand still, but my clit is swelling and throbbing against the clamp and I have to move.
‘On the floor, on your face, arms and legs behind you.'
I obey, laying on the floor, on my already crushed breasts, bending my knees and bringing my arms behind me.
Master quickly hogties me into position, reaching under and pulling my breasts out from under my body as I lie grunting at his feet. He stuffs a cloth into my mouth.
He spins my body around on the floor resting his toes between my legs. His toes begin to explore me, pressing in and out of my pussy lightly while he continues to read. He changes position, swapping from one leg to the other, using different toes to explore the outer regions of my pussy and arse.
I lay at his feet for many minutes, possibly an hour or more. He stands and steps over me, I have no idea where he is going, but the smell of fresh soup and warm bread soon fills the air. Master returns, he removes the gag and spoons a small amount of liquid into my mouth.
The soup is fresh from town this morning and he continues to feed me minute amounts while he eats himself. I am appreciative of the food that he gives me.
‘This is delicious Master.' I grunt between spoons.
‘I am glad you like it Sub.'
He smiles at me.
‘It is a small reward for you.'
‘For me. Thank You Master.'
‘You can thank me shortly Sub.'
I am confused but answer him.' Yes Master.'
He finished his bowl of soup and finishes feeding me.
Spinning me around again he sits on his chair.
‘I have a task for you. I want you to clinch your pussy muscles.'
‘Yes Master.'
I tighten the muscles as hard as I can, rocking on my stomach as my feet and arms strain in their binds.
‘Loosen them and tighten them harder.'
I am grunting as I loosen and tighten.
‘Harder.'
I grunt again as I feel something against my pussy. It is thin and hard and I try to grip it.
‘Grip the spoon and fuck it.'
I tighten and loosen as hard as I can, I can feel the spoon head inside me. I try hard to grip onto the handle as Master coaches me.
‘Harder,.. that's it. Harder.'
He begins to move the spoon, pressing it down in the vicinity of my G Spot as I tighten and loosen hard and fast. The sensation is building.
‘Come on, fuck it hard Sub.'
‘Ohhhhh…' I moan softly.
I close my mouth hard and tighten once more as hard as I can. The orgasm hits and I rock on the floor, arching my back and throwing my head upwards as he pressed the spoon down hard.
‘Open.'
I open my mouth, panting for breath, only to be presented with the spoon to lick.
I lick my juices from it happily as Master smiled and patted my head.
He untied me and we retired to bed. Again I was restrained by arms and legs, the harness and bands stayed on, I was gagged and blindfolded for the night.
I slept well. Tomorrow is another training day.
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