Lisa was standing at the sink, doing the dishes. She was naked except for her heels and corset. I came up behind her and began caressing her nipples with my left hand, while stroking my right through her cunt, rubbing against her clit on each stroke. As usual she became wet almost instantly, and her juices were quickly coating my fingers. Yesterday she had refused to lick her own fingers after playing with herself as I had instructed. Her ass still bore the welts from the riding crop that I had used to discipline her. After I had whipped her she had begged to be allowed to clean her fingers, but I had refused to let her. My stroking her cunt now was very gentle and sweet in comparison to her treatment yesterday, and she was moaning and bucking her hips in time to my movements. I waited until she was very close to cuming, and then moved my left hand from her nipple to her head, entwining my fingers in her hair. I gave her clit a twist, causing Lisa to cry out in pain. At the same time I pulled back on the fingers entwined in her hair, dragging her head back so that she was looking at the ceiling. Lisa was becoming more accustomed to the pain that I was inflicting, and she spread her legs slightly and grasped the edge of the sink in order to absorb the hurt without bringing her hands up to protect herself, which she knew would only result in further discipline. I leaned in, so that my face was in front of her, and she was staring into my eyes. I took my finger, still wet with her juices, and rubbed it across her top lip, and around and in the end of her nose, dropping my finger back to her slit to scoop up more of her secretions, which despite her torment were still flowing from her cunt. Lisa was one of those women whose body showed the world when it was excited. Her large nipples got extremely erect, and her cunt would moisten at the slightest hint of arousal. Her scent, when excited, was very 'womanly' and the amount of juices I spread on her face would ensure that she would smell nothing else for some time. "You are not to wash your face until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand me slut?" "Yes Master, your slut understands." I untangled my hands from Lisa's hair and turned and walked away. Lisa resumed washing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. When she was finished she returned to the living room where I was sitting reading, and knelt on the floor beside me. I reached out and gently stroked her hair, and Lisa sighed, revelling in the attention. "Play with yourself slut." "Yes Master," and Lisa began rubbing her nipples, then dropping one hand down into her cunt. She had her own dried juices smeared on her face, and wouldn't be smelling much else. I waited until Lisa had gotten herself very aroused, close to cuming before I ordered her to stop. "I want you to repeat what I did earlier, rubbing your face with your wet fingers. When you breathe in, I don't want you to be able to smell anything but wet cunt." "Yes Master, your slut will do as she's told," and Lisa did a thorough job of covering her nose and jaw with her own secretions. We went through this exercise several more times that evening. I chained her to the bed when we went to sleep, so that she could not clean herself. All through the next day I made her repeat this procedure every hour. By late that afternoon Lisa had been able to smell very little except her own scent for the past 24 hours. She had smeared so much cunt juice on her face that it was literally caked on. I led her out into the back yard, and chained her to the stakes already in place. I placed her on her knees, with her wrists chained to her ankles so that she couldn't stand up. Next I replaced her standard slave collar with a thick leather punishment collar and chained the back and both sides to the poles that surrounded the stakes in the ground. Finally I braided a ring into her hair, attaching a chain from it to the same post the back of her collar was fastened to. Lisa was unable to move her body other than to squirm a little, and her head was absolutely locked into position. I stripped off my shorts and stood in front of Lisa, looking down at her. "You need to understand your position as a slave in this household. You have no rights other than what I choose to give you, and that includes the right to decide what you will or won't do, and the right to refuse orders. You relinquished total control of everything that you have and everything that you are to me when you accepted your place as my slave. Do you understand what I am telling you slut?" "Yes Master, you slut understands what you are telling her. She knows that she turned complete control of her life over to her Master when he accepted her as his slave. She is wrong to refuse any instructions from her Master, and she was clearly wrong in this case. Master, your slave humbly apologizes to you for not obeying your order to clean her fingers of her own juices. She has been whipped, but respectfully asks for further punishment to show her the error of her ways." This was quite an impressive little speech by my slave. She was demonstrating that she had truly come to accept her position, and I didn't doubt that she meant every word. I also knew that human nature would dictate that she would make more errors in the future, and I intended to not only punish her further, but to demonstrate to her that there were always worse things that I could do to her than whatever I asked her to do. "That was a very good speech slut, and I want you to know that I do intend to punish you severely for the offence." I assume that Lisa expected to be beaten further as her punishment, so I'm sure that what happened next was a complete surprise. I took my dick, which was only half hard at this point, and aimed it at her face and began pissing on her, the stream arcing out from my cock and splattering all over her face. The bondage I had placed her in made it impossible for her to turn away, and I completely soaked her head and her face with my warm piss. Lisa was totally humiliated as I used my piss to wash away some of the dried cunt juice on her face, the rest soaking into her hair and dripping off her face onto her tits. Lisa started crying after the first few drops of piss hit her, and she continued to cry throughout my lengthy piss (I had been drinking water all day to ensure that my bladder was full to bursting). When I was done, I ordered Lisa to stick out her tongue. She was quick to obey, and I wiped off the last few drops on her tongue even as she continued to sob. "Hopefully that will teach you to obey my orders in the future. Remember that whatever I tell you to do can always be made much worse. You can stay here for a little while, and contemplate that lesson," and with that I turned and went back to the house. I came out about an hour later to check on Lisa. She was still kneeling in her bondage (not that she had any choice), and her body still continued to shake with small shudders, although she had stopped crying. I leaned down and stroked her tear and pissed stained face. "Do you realize now the consequences of your actions my little slut?" "Y...yes Master, your slut understands what will happen if she disobeys an order. Your slut is very sorry Master, and she begs you to allow her to make amends for her error. Please Master, allow your slut to taste herself." "Not tonight, I think that you have suffered enough for one day.
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