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I thought about the betrayal and the irony of it. I was his Sub/Slave. He loaned me out to his friends, they touched me, used me, tortured and punished me at his command or whim. I obeyed his wishes and took the punishment from his guests.
Now I had stepped outside the boundary, I had indulged myself and I was going to pay for it.
Perhaps I was too comfortable, I needed reminding that I was his property and only here for his pleasure, not my own and not to make decisions without him.
I should have let the draftsman believe that there was no-one home…
Time stood still. I washed my tortured body under the barely warm water and cleaned it as Master asked. Scrubbing with the brushes every inch of my inners, soothing and cleaning the welts and marks that he gave me.
He returned to the bathroom and offered me a towel.
‘The sleeping arrangements will have to change Sub. I do not wish to share my bed with you whilst you are being punished.'
‘Yes Master.'
‘I will modify the bedroom and retreat area I still want you up there with me, just not in the bed.'
‘Yes Master.'
‘Make your way to the stairs and wait for me, submissive kneeling position.'
I obey him immediately, scurrying to the stairs and kneeling, placing my head on the floor, arse high in the air and arms back so that my hands are touching my ankles.
Master moves about the house gathering different items into a bag. He comes to the stairs and orders me to stand.
We make our way upstairs to the bedroom. Master guides me to the door of his private bathroom..
‘Kneel.'
I obey him.
He moves to the bed and removes the cuffs from the posts at the head and foot of the bed. He gathers some rope and attaches it to the rail of the bed canopy. More lengths of rope are attached to the rail across the foot of the bed.
On the floor he lays two large square sheets of coarse sandpaper, two ‘S' shaped ‘butchers hooks' and some solid weights that he had made for the dungeon.
‘Come here.'
I crawl across to where he is standing. He places the cuffs on my wrists and ankles, turns me with my back against the end of the bed frame and stretches my arms out.
He pushes me down so that I am sitting on the sandpaper. It digs into my sore flesh and I wriggle on it to find comfort.
He ties each cuff tightly to the poles on either side of the bed, pulling my arms tightly out and slightly upwards.
He the collars me and attaches a cuff to each ankle.
The sandpaper digs into me each time he moves me around but I don't make a sound.
He then takes two bulldog clips from the bag and pulls each nipple hard. He stretches each one right out and clamps the bulldog clip onto it. The spring action designed to hold many sheets of paper together shuts tightly across the nipple and I yelp and jerk about with the pain.
Master ignores me and proceeds to tug on the bulldog clips to ensure they are secure. He then hangs a butcher's hook from each one and attaches two weights on each.
I scream out with the pain but he ignores me. My bum cheeks are on fire and my nipples have little or no circulation, the weights are agonizing as well as the burning muscles in my arms and shoulders are sending me into frenzy.
My breathing is fast and I am almost hyperventilating.
Roughly he pulls each leg out wide, threads a rope through the buckle on the cuff and ties it to the rail behind me. My legs are pulled tightly upwards, feet almost level with my shoulders and securely fixed into place.
My pussy is pulled wide open, the tender lips are grinding into the sandpaper along with my arse and the bare skin caused by the earlier flogging.
The weights on my breasts pull them down and my body forwards slightly. My head is lolling, unable to rest against any structure.
I want him to gag me and blindfold me so that I can create my own world, but he doesn't.
He stands back and looks at me. I look at the floor.
‘This will be your resting place for the next two weeks. Get used to it. I will be changing a few of the accessories form time to time. I have no wish for you to be comfortable, I want you to remember this punishment when you think about disobeying me in the future.'
I nod.
He prepares the bed for himself, leaves the room and leaves me there to contemplate a long night ahead.
When he returns he has an inflatable dildo in his hand and moves in front of me. He bends down and rests it against my pussy, the tip of it resting against the entrance to my hole.
‘Open.'
I open my mouth and take his cock. He is hard and rough with me, pushing it deep inside my throat, pulling on my arms and legs as he fucks it into me. My arse grinds into the sandpaper and the weights jangle on my nipples but he pumps deep into my throat until he cums hard. Pumping and pumping until the last drop pulsates into me.
My pussy is wet and the dildo slides in easily. He pumps the air into it, filling my pussy and leaving me with more discomfort.
Master settles into bed for the night. Every time he moves I jerk in my restraints and pain shoots through my body. I strain to keep quiet, crying and calming myself intermittently throughout the night.
I do not sleep at all, it seems that he is not still for longer than a few minutes before he moves in the bed and I strain to keep myself still.
The morning sun streams through the window after what seems like an eternity of agony. Master tosses on the bed, waking from his sleep he stretches and steps from the bed.
I am a mess, through the night I have cried a river of tears and my eyes are red and puffy. My arms and legs are cramped, toes and fingers numb and my breasts are tortured. My arse is beyond sore, beyond agony, beyond numb. It is cramped into position and the flesh has embedded itself onto the sharp paper.
He unties me slowly, leaving the nipple clamps till last. Legs and arms are released and I stretch and move them to return the circulation. He lifts the weights from the nipple clamps and removes each clamp slowly. The pain is excruciating and I feel faint. He rubs each nipple hard, pulling me roughly to my feet and guiding me to the shower.
The warm water is relieving, Master sucks and nibbles on each nipple, returning the blood flow to it, then rolling and pinching each one as I suck his hard cock under the water.
He cums quickly I clean him and I dry him off.
We make our way downstairs in silence.
Master pours me a glass of milk and I drink it down quickly.
‘Into the dungeon, prepare for milking. Have wrist cuffs, blindfold and ball gag in position.'
‘Yes master.'
I set up the milking machine. Not sure where he wants me, I leave it on the trolley so that he can maneuver it to the correct position. I quickly attach the cuffs and place the ball gag in my mouth and fasten the blindfold over my eyes and around my head securely.
Master enters the room, moves me to the center where the rings hang from the ceiling.
He cuffs my arms to the rings, pulling them tight and attaching the machine to my breasts.
It is hard for me to stand still during the milking process. The stimulation causes me to fidget slightly, so I rise up and down on my toes throughout the process.
Master returns to the room and moves about shifting pieces of furniture and I hear him grunting. He is tying off a rope to one of the rings on the wall. He walks slowly backwards; I can hear him laying the rope on the floor as I stand with my arms above me, attached to the milking machine.
The milking process is over; Master releases me from the machine and the ring above my head. He pulls my arms behind my back and clips the cuffs to a bar behind my back. The bar is extended to keep my hands apart and Master moves me across the room. I am still blindfolded and my ankles are cuffed, a length of chain attached between them.
My mind is racing, I have no idea what he is doing to me, there has not been a word spoken for the whole morning other than his instructions and I have no clue as to the day ahead.
I can feel something between my legs.. it's the rope.. it pulls tight, riding up between my pussy lips as I stand on my toes to move away from it.
The rope is about an inch thick and Master has pulled it tight, attaching it behind me somewhere.
‘Walk.'
I take a small step. The chain allows my feet to move a few inches at a time, another step.
‘Ohh… aghhhh.'
There is a knot in the rope. I stop.
‘Did I say stop?'
I take another step, trying to rise up so that the knot passes under me easily. It grinds against my clit and pussy walls, not painfully but stirring up sensations deep inside me. Another step and another I carefully move along the rope, yet another knot greets me, this one is larger, it presses into me hard as I push it between my legs.
‘Aghhh… Ohh…' I moan into the gag.
‘Stop!'
I stop still, the knot is between my legs, crushing my clit and tearing at my tender pussy walls.
I am panting and dribbling into the gag.
Master moves close to me, he pulls up on the rope and I jump.
‘This rope extends across the room, you are free to walk along it today but you will not reach any other object in the room. The knots vary in size and the space between them also varies. The closer to the wall, the larger the knot so that you will be unable to lean against the wall and rest.'
I moan again, pleading with him but it is no use.
‘I am going to work, the men are outside working on the garden, the patio door is open for them to use the bathroom next to you. Don't worry Sub. The door will be locked, you will not be discovered.'
Again I moan and plead with him, trying to move off the knot that had impaled me. Crying out for mercy but to no avail.
He was gone.
I managed to move gingerly along the rope throughout the day. I am tired, my feet were sore and legs ached if I remained stationary for too long. Some of the knots were tantalizingly small, the stimulation that they gave not quite enough for me to gain enjoyment, but the larger ones were painful. The bar attached to my arms prevented me from reaching the rope to press it down or pull on it at all, similarly the chain prevented large steps being taken to offer similar stimulation or pressure.
I could hear the men. They moved about outside the dark room with freedom, unaware of my torture, unaware of me.
Time and time again I almost brought myself to orgasm on the rope, I was panting at the thought, my clitoris swollen and tender as I made my way gingerly to the next knot. Another huge one, I gently pressed against it and pulled away, the pressing motion exquisite, but not enough. I bend and straighten, thrust my arms out behind me, pushing down onto the rope.
My breasts were hard, nipples bulging, ready for milking again, stimulated by the thought of the machine and the sensation of the knots.
Master returned. I heard him speaking with the men outside, laughing and joking with them while I danced on the rope in the dark dungeon.
He came into the room to check me, without speaking he hooked me to the machine and left.
Again I moaned to him, again there was silence, and now the machine was stimulating me even more.
I had to remain still, legs cramping, toes painfully steadying my body as I waited for his return.
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It was the start of my punishment. 14 days of torture, every day the rope chaffed against my tender pussy lips. Every day, I am gagged and blindfolded, oblivious to the world outside the room.
Master varied the pain threshold for me from day to day. Whilst the rope was used each day, some days my arms would be attached to my collar, bent up my back or stretched straight out and bound together from above the elbow to the wrist.
Ginger root was inserted into my pussy and arse every second day. The burning sensation would drive me crazy for hours on end as I moved along the pussy rope.
My nipples suffered many different tortures. They were banded with the tight rubber bands, clamped with the bulldog clamps, they had weights attached to the clamps and sometimes pulled upwards and tied to my collar.
Every second day, opposite to the ginger, they were scrubbed with a hard toothbrush and pure sports liniment applied. This burning would send me wild, dancing on my toes for many hours, the smell filling my nose and making me dizzy as the pain surged through me.
On three occasions I was made to wear high heels. This added to the pressure on my pussy as the heels pushed my hips forwards and forced me to concentrate on keeping my balance.
Milking continued throughout the torture period and Master fed me small amounts of vegetables along with my own milk.
On the weekend he took the torture to another level. Placing me on the pussy rope he would return to the dungeon regularly and whip my arse, causing me to almost run along the rope, or he would crack my breasts and nipples, sending me reeling backwards along the rope.
He plugged my arse for hours on end as well, making the ginger insertions even more excruciating, often pumping the dildo roughly in and out while I walked along the rope.
Each night the routine was the same, I was tightly secured to the end of his bed, legs and arms tied and stretched out leaving my arse and pussy exposed.
The only change was the torture;-
He took to me with the riding crop, thrashing my clit and inner pussy lips until I fainted.
He stuffed my holes with large dildos and stimulated me to the brink of orgasm many times, only to move away and snigger at me as I begged for release.
He clamped my clit and threaded the chain through my collar tightly. If I moved my head I pulled on the chain and stretched my aching clit.
Similarly my pussy lips were also clamped open, a chain wrapping from one clamp around the back of my thighs to the other one and pulled tightly so that they were stretched open.
On this occasion, a small fan was positioned in front of my pussy, the continuous air blowing directly onto my clit and inside my pussy. The cooling sensations dried and stimulated me throughout the night, again leaving me exhausted.
Each morning I was released and sucked Master in the shower before breakfast and returning to the dungeon. He never touched me.
I counted the days. Day thirteen was long and torturous. Master goaded me about the final day and the ‘party' that he had planned for me.
On this day, my arms were left free for about thirty minutes at a time where Master would enter the dungeon and order me to finger myself, but not to orgasm.
Time and time again I touched my clit and pushed my fingers deep inside me for release, each time willing him to allow me to orgasm, each time the crop across my arse signaled for me to stop and put my arms behind me.
He would then crop me, pinch and twist my nipples, whip my thighs, calves and feet, and order me to finger myself again.
I cried and cried. The pain was more than I had ever endured, and the frustration was more than I could stand.
The last hour that I was in there was the worst. He restrained my arms behind me.
Sswoosh…. ‘You have 30 seconds to cum.' The single-tail cracked my pussy and I screamed.
I jiggled and moved on the rope as he counted the seconds. Panicking as I rubbed and ground my pussy onto the knots without success.
Sswoosh… ‘Stop.'
I stopped, panting and groaning. Waiting for his order or more torture.
Sswoosh…'Go, 20 seconds.'
Again I moved on the rope, almost running over the knots, bending my knees to press the knots hard against me. I was almost there… it was building.
Swoosh…'Stop'
I stopped again, slumped and panting, dribble pouring from around the gag.
Sswoosh.. ‘Go, 10 Seconds'
I thrust myself onto the rope and ground hard, the waves started almost immediately as I cried out and pounded my flesh onto the rope. My legs and arms erupted into spasms, my body was cramped, juices flowed from within me and my mind was black.
Again and again this routine followed, Orgasm after orgasm I forced upon myself, grinding and sliding my pussy along the rope with such fury that I was sure it was bleeding.
Master released me, sat me on the bed and milked me in silence.
All I wanted to do was sleep.
That night Master restrained me again. Tied tight and firmly against the end of his bed. This time though, there was nothing extra, just the ropes to my arms and legs. I managed to sleep soundly, almost feeling strange because I was not in pain or torturous discomfort.
I woke with a start when he touched my shoulder. He sat on the floor in front of me. Stroking my body, caressing my nipples and nibbling on them. I was squirming with desire.
His fingers lightly caressed my clit and I groaned.
‘Master….'
‘Hush.'
I bit my lip, his fingers gently, slowly entered me, sloshing on my juices as they withdrew and entered again. Slowly, gently he stimulated me until I was panting and unable to remain still.
He moved to my arse and entered with two lubricated fingers. Again I groaned loudly, the again removed and entered me slowly and gently, moving his body closer to me.
My head dropped back, eyes shut tight as I fought the sensations. His hands llifted me up and his cock entered my pussy easily.
‘Ohhh, ahhhhh.' I moaned as he thrusted slowly.
‘Do not cum Sub…'
‘No… ahh, ahhh, Master… ahh.'
He continued to slowly enter and withdraw from me, raising me up further he entered my arse…
‘Ohh, nooo… Master…' I moan quietly again.
‘Hush Sub. Be quiet when I say.'
I was nearing hysteria. His fingers stimulated my clit as his thrusts quickened. He pulled out of my arse and entered again, hard and fast. Fucking me hard as he pushed many fingers inside me.
I was screaming inside my head for him to hurry. Thrusting my hips as much as I could while he grunted and poled himself inside me.
Finally he came, hard and high inside me, his fingers pushing deep inside my pussy, withdrawing immediately as he came, leaving me wanting again.
He released my ropes and we showered. He took extra care to wash my holes, forcing me to open my mouth wide while he scrubbed it, then lying me on the floor of the shower, legs wide open as he scrubbed my pussy and arse also.
‘I want you to dress today. Black shelf bra, matching thong, tight white t-shirt and tight jeans with heels. I want you to have your hair styled and make up done and I will collect you at 12 O'clock. Be waiting in position at the stairs.
Until then you will remain in the dungeon, you will milk now and at 11am so that your breasts are empty.'
‘Yes Master.'
We ate breakfast and I milked as instructed. At 11am I milked again and left the dungeon to prepare myself. I had no idea what was happening today, the last day of my punishment.
Master arrived home promptly at 12 O'clock. I was waiting for him by the stairs as instructed.
‘Stand.'
I stood and faced him. He looked me up and down for a few minutes, pinching my nipples through my t-shirt and pressing his hand between my legs without saying a word.
‘Come with me. You will obey every instruction that you receive. The workmen are being rewarded for their work and you are the reward. I told them I was going to hire a whore for them to party with and you are it.'
The tears welled in my eyes as he took me by the arm and led me through the house. I was reluctant to walk and he was almost dragging me.
There were about 20 men waiting for me. They all whistled and cheered when we appeared, each with cans of beer in their hands and the BBQ was cooking in the corner.
‘Guys, this is my gift to you for the afternoon. She is well paid so have your way with her as you wish. Only one request, no marks or bruises please.'
They cheered again and Master turned and left.
One of the men took my hand and led me to the group.
‘Well, well, well… what a fine specimen of meat we have here boys… check that rack out… turn around darlin…'
I turned around slowly.
‘Bend over…'
I obeyed them and again they cheered.
‘Well I think its time to get rid of some of that gear don't you think? Get it off for us sweet-heart, give us a show as you show us what you got.'
I closed my eyes and began to dance, swaying my hips and moving my hands up and down my body I removed my t shirt to riotous cheers. The jeans followed, slowly undoing them, turning around and bending over as I slid the zipper open, then slowly turning again and lowering them over my hips.
Turning again I bent over and removed each leg of my pants over the shoes. The men crowded together to look at my arse and pussy lips, one or two of them venturing to touch me as my jeans came off.
Facing them in my bra and thong I continued to dance, touching my nipples and rubbing the outside of my pussy as they all leered at me.
The leader spoke again.
‘So whore… who do you want to fuck first, your choice.'
I blushed hard and looked at the ground, quietly answering.
‘You Sir.'
The men cheered again.
‘Well, get your pretty little arse over here then.'
He moved to where the table was and gestured for me to stand in front of him, facing the other men. He took my breasts in his hands from behind and squeezed them together tightly.
‘Get that thong off.'
I obeyed him as he released his cock from his pants, the men cheering again.
He pushed me onto the table and fumbled around between my legs, eventually pushing his cock inside me. After a few hard thrusts he blew his load into me and pulled out…
‘Lick me clean whore.'
I obeyed him, kneeling and taking his cock in my mouth, licking his cum from it.
The men went into frenzy and I found myself spread-eagled on the table. My arse, pussy and mouth were fucked and fingered continuously for hours. Occasionally I was flipped over and once one of the men sat me on his lap while he fucked me and I sucked another guy. They all feasted on me, large and small, thick and thin they rammed their cocks inside me, or roughly plunged their fingers deep into my pussy, pushing my legs wide open or back over my shoulders.
Master came and joined them. He simply watched as they fucked me and I remained composed throughout.
Truth be known they didn't hurt me at all, I was just humiliated.
The men began to tire of me and the fucking slowed down. The leader of the group took charge again, ordering me to kneel at his feet and suck his cock while he chatted. This then became the routine for another long period of time, the men would call to me and I would kneel at their feet and suck their cocks to arousal, then empty them.
Finally they finished with me. Master sent me inside to shower and wait for him in the dungeon.
I was exhausted and sore.
Was he happy with me? Had my punishment finished..
Only time would tell as I waited for him.
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