Punishment Like No Other Ch. 04
Day 4
I've been anxious about this night. The wait has been unbearable, but now I'm finally here. I'm well aware of the penalty for my misdeeds, not meant for my satisfaction. Still, I can't deny the rush of excitement that fills me as I take off my clothes for him.
In front of him, kneeling with my head down, eyes averted, mouth open, as I know is his preference for punishing slaves. He smirks, knowing what follows. I now kneel, quietly giving myself to him.
He doesn't say a word, but doesn't need to. I can feel his dissatisfaction and the intensity of his stare... I shudder, but not just from the cold.
Without warning, his hand grabs my hair and yanks me toward the bed, pulling me onto my knees, leaving me at his mercy. He leaves my hair there, pushes me forward, and presses me onto the mattress. I'm bent over the bed, my ass exposed, and vulnerable. A shiver runs down my spine.
After a moment of silence, his hand roams over my body. I fear what's approaching and wonder what he may do to me next. My sore ass from the past three days causes me to gasp slightly.
Suddenly he leaves my ass.
His hand moves from my ass to my clit as he holds me down on the mattress with his other hand.
He lifts his hand, slides it up, gripping my ass. I cry out as I feel the sting of each grab. He releases me, and I lie still, awaiting his next move.
Moments of tension fill the room as I'm unsure of what's coming. I move my head slightly, anxiously looking around to see what he might be doing. No sooner do I do this than I feel a large silver plug entering my ass. I scream out in pain, squeezing the bed sheets tightly.
He asked if I enjoyed myself.
I stay silent, unsure of how to respond. He prods my ass and states, "I asked a question."
"I'm sorry, Master! Yes, Master," I reply swiftly.
My pussy starts to ache. I'm soaking wet right now, and I'm aware of it. He grabs me by the arm, yanking me suddenly to my feet. As soon as I'm on my feet, he grabs my breasts, twisting harshly at my nipples and bringing me closer to him.
His hands abuse my breasts, kneading, pinching, twisting, and making me cry out and moan from the pain. I keep my eyes closed but remain still, accepting his mistreatment. When suddenly I feel the clips closing on my nipples.
With one hand he continues to torment my breasts, pulling on the chain while the other tangles in my hair. He yanks my head back roughly, causing me to arch my back to relieve pressure on my neck. This is nearly too intense for me to withstand, and I worry I may climax.
His fingers grip my thighs, and he forces my legs apart. I teeter, but manage to remain standing, ensuring to keep my hands above my head. I tremble, feeling vulnerable and on edge from his examination.
Suddenly, without warning, he plunges two fingers into my pussy while clamping the last clamp to my clit. I'm drenched, but the discomfort hardly eases with my wetness. Still, I know it's not supposed to feel good... This, along with the rest of the evening's events, is my punishment. Or perhaps he simply wants to hurt me at this moment... Both possibilities make my heartbeat faster.
Despite the pain, I can feel myself approaching the edge. Within moments, I'm unconsciously thrusting against the palm of his hand. I can't bring myself to climax, though. I'm not foolish enough to face those consequences unless necessary.
His hand seizes my hair again. Then, he pulls me back down onto the bed, this time lying on my back. Within seconds, he's on top of me, pushing my legs up over his shoulders and ramming his penis into my throbbing vagina. [Image][Link] [[List]][[Link]][[Link]]] He spanks me hard, sliding his hands up and down my ass. I don't dare climax, regardless of how close I am to the verge... I'm not a fool. # Standing obligations [[Checklist]] - To remain standing. - To keep my hands above my head. - To endure his striking. - To withstand his pain. - To not defy him. Wetness Always a sign of readiness. [[Highlight]][[Highlight]] Saliva trickles between my lips as I shiver. Aftermath This public humiliation is as much degrading as it is painful. However, there are worse ways to serve your master.
There's a hurtful feeling – one that always comes with him. The size of him alone is enough to cause discomfort to anyone, but the way he slams his cock into me with each thrust makes me cry out in agony. My hands grip the bedsheet tightly as I try to ease the pain. It still hurts, and I can no longer call out. Instead, I raise my head and look at him. Seeing the look in his eyes makes me almost climax. He knew I enjoyed this, and his intense fucking continues.
He suddenly gets up without warning and grabs my ankle, pushing me awkwardly off the bed. "Stand up," he commands, and I quickly obey.
He tells me to "place my hands behind my head" and "spread my legs apart." I quickly comply, and the fear in me grows as I witness him pick up a belt from the floor.
Holding the belt in his hand, he looks me in the eyes. Then he smiles – a bizarre, unsettling expression, as if I could call it that – and my fear gets even worse.
He gives orders to "count." A straightforward command, but it brings chills down my spine.
He swings the belt, and I nearly stumble back as it hits the sensitive flesh of my breasts. "One!" I scream, but quickly shut my eyes against the agony.
"Keep your eyes closed," he instructs me, and I gladly obey. But fear is growing inside me.
I wait in silence for a few seconds, not knowing what to expect. When the pain does come, it surprises me, striking an area I wasn't expecting – my lower abdomen.
"Two!" I yell out in surprise, my breath catching as I feel the sting of it on my inner thigh. "Three!" I yell, gritting my teeth, forcing my legs to stay apart.
My body is now so sensitive that every strike feels like a combination of pain and pleasure. It's difficult to count, but I don't want to disobey him.
The lashes go to my stomach, my breasts, my legs... All places are at risk of being beaten, and I anxiously count each blow. Yet, I'm still not sure what his plan is.
I hear him circling me; my hair stands on end as I dread the next place he'll strike. But then it hits me – in the most sensitive part of my body.
Tears well up in my eyes, and I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming. Knees tucked close to my body, I can't even force them apart. I don't yet regain my composure. After a while, I stand straight again.
He wields the belt against my lower back, then my thigh, all in quick succession. I yelp with each strike but don't try to move away.
"You stopped counting," he casually says, and then another strike above my pussy comes.
"I'm sorry, Sir," I cry out through the pain. "Ten - Ah! Eleven!" My shoulders burn from the latest blow, but I don't lose my resolve.
My breasts are now burning. "Twelve! Ah, thirteen! F-fourteen!" I manage to say, even though it takes a while to stand back up straight. The ache consumes me, and I can't help but wonder how much more he plans on punishing me with.
I yell out as the belt bites into my pussy once more. Thankfully, I remember to count. "Fifteen," I manage, but getting back up is a struggle.
Suddenly, I feel him take my hair in his hand again and push me down on all fours. "Open your mouth," he demands, and quick to obey, I do.
My hands remain behind my head and my eyes shut tightly as he forces his cock into my throat. The struggle for air makes it hard for me to suck him; his fingers grip my hair heavily while he fucks my throat, and the unrelenting pain along with the muffled grunts make my pussy ache with desire to cum, but I know it's too risky.
Again and again, I feel the sting of the belt. Lighter than before but still enough to make me moan. He chokes me with his cock while he does it, making me feel like I'm being fucked senseless. I so badly want to cum, but it's something I must resist.
All of a sudden, he lets go of the belt and seizes my face with both his hands, ramming brutally into the back of my throat. I cough and splutter, crying profusely, but still that doesn't deter him.
Ultimately, he eagerly thrusts in thoroughly one last time, pushing his dick down my throat and keeping it there. I get terrified right away and reflexively move my hands from behind my head to try to push him away. It made no difference at all - he had no problem keeping me in place as he came down my convulsing throat. The only way I can keep from choking further is to swallow, which, with some effort, I'm able to accomplish.
After what feels like endless years, he eventually lets go, and I cough and gasp for breath at his feet. My breathing calms down bit by bit and only then do I dare look up at him.
"Look at me," he tells me, and I glance up hastily, gazing at him on the floor, a cornucopia of emotions on my face. He simply stands there, not uttering a word, prompting my already pulsating pussy to start hurting from desire. In the end, he smirks at me, then commands, "Dress yourself."
The heartbreak is almost overwhelming, but I comply. I didn't think I'd be having an orgasm tonight anyways.
As he walks away, he still comments I don't seem sorry.
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