She was lying naked on the bed, right wrist and ankle tied to the bedposts on the end and left wrist and ankle similarly bound up to the headboard. The ropes were pulled tight, giving her absolutely no leeway, pulling her tight into a spread eagle. She'd been waiting for him to return for a while, feeling nervous and confused.
She had messed up yesterday, feeling too horny to stop enjoying the titillating effects of the massage head in her shower. She knew she'd had to stop before it was too late, Sir would not be happy if she had an orgasm without his permission, but in her aroused state she couldn't bring herself to care and continued enjoying the pulsating sensations on her clit until she came apart.
When she came back down from her orgasm she realized what she'd done and felt very ashamed. She'd disobeyed Sir's orders not to cum without his permission and she hated disappointing him. The orgasm hadn't even been that great. Sure, it felt good, but the orgasms she experienced under Sir's command were so much more intense and pleasurable.
When she'd arrived at Sir's house earlier he'd taken one look at her and knew instantly that something was wrong. After circling her naked, kneeling form in silence he'd asked if his pet had something to confess. With slumped shoulders and a sob she'd told him about her disobedience. He'd exhaled with a deep breath and then left her without a word.
She'd broken down and cried; it would have been better if he'd been angry, she deserved his anger, but feeling his disappointment was so much worse. It went deeper than anger and it pained her to know she'd broken his trust. All he asked for was that she trusted him to know what was best for her and follow and respect his commands.
After a while Sir had come back to the living room to his sniffling sub. He'd curtly told her to follow him and then promptly positioned her on the bed and tied her up. He'd left again to allow her time to compose herself and get in the right mind frame.
She'd stopped crying, but was now feeling anxious about what he would do to her. This was not the normal place for punishments. Usually he tied her to the whipping horse or the Saint Andrew's cross; the bed was normally a place reserved for pleasure.
She could hear Sir's footsteps as he slowly returned to the room. His mere presence made her relax slightly. Despite the circumstances she felt safe under his command and knew that whatever Sir chose to do to her would be with her best interest in mind.
"You chose to disobey me yesterday," he said. She kept quiet, knowing he'd not given her permission to speak.
"Apparently you're not satisfied with the orgasms I give you." He came around the bed and stood looking up at her between her open legs. She raised her head, pleading with her eyes to be allowed to tell him that it wasn't true. Ignoring her he pulled a spray bottle from behind his back.
"Considering this, I had to abandon the plan I had for our evening together."
She struggled to hold in the sob that wanted to escape upon hearing the regret in his voice.
"I thought that our times together were fulfilling for you, but obviously I was mistaken." He said as he started to spray her body with the slightly warmed up oil. Now she understood the need for the plush towels she was laying on.
"I wish that you had been honest with me and told me that you needed more," he said softly. Her heart was breaking hearing him question himself and her honesty. She desperately wanted to tell him that he'd done nothing wrong, quite the opposite actually. He'd taken her to such heights and opened up a whole new world of pleasure for her that made her persistently walk around in an aroused state. She'd loved every single minute with Sir, and was constantly thanking her lucky star that she'd met him two months ago.
He continued spraying her exposed body and used his right hand to massage the oil deeper into her skin. It felt heavenly, but she wasn't able to really enjoy it with her mind and heart screaming at her that she'd failed him.
"You are of course aware of the fact that the consequences of going against my orders are a punishment," he said sternly. "What you may not know however, is that punishment can come in many different forms?"
He put the spray bottle down on the table next to the bed and dried his hands off on a towel. She felt him kneel on the bed next to her and gasped when he suddenly pinched her right nipple hard. He quickly attached a clamp to the stiff nipple and repeated the process on her other nipple. He made sure the clamps were tight, but not too painful. She moaned from the exquisite pressure, again wondering what his plans were. When he'd punished her in the past, the nipple clamps had been screwed much tighter, digging into her sensitive flesh.
"Since you've singlehandedly decided that you need more orgasms than I've provided you with, I'm going to oblige you tonight," he said with a wicked grin.
She stared up at him, feeling very confused. Sir was going to make her cum? How was that punishment? If she'd known she would get a massage and orgasms from being disobedient she would have done it sooner.
"Ah, you like that idea, do you, pet?" He asked with a chortle. "We'll see how you feel about it later."
She could feel his hand traveling down her body still not quite believing that her punishment would consist of an orgasm. When she felt his hand reach her pussy she sighed happily and relaxed into his touch.
"Think I need to open you up a bit more," Sir mused.
He rose from the bed and went to a drawer. When he came back he pulled her left pussy lip up and attached three clothespins to it. She whimpered a little at the harsh pinches of the unforgiving pins and prepared herself for the same treatment to her other lip. Once all the clothespins were on, Sir tore off two strips of duct tape and secured the clothespins to her thighs, effectively pulling her lips apart, leaving her pussy wide open for him.
"That's better," he commented. "Now I can do whatever I want to my horny pet without hindrance."
One of his fingers abruptly pushed into her and made a squashing sound when he pulled it back out.
"Oh, you really are a horny little girl, aren't you?" he chuckled.
Two of his fingers plunged back into her wet pussy while his thumb started making slow loops on her clit.
"Now for the rules of this evening," he said.
She lifted her head from the mattress and tried to block out the delicious sensations in order to pay attention to what he said. It was a struggle due to Sir's master touch; he knew exactly how to move his fingers to drive her crazy. The fingers in her pussy kept rubbing her g-spot and the thumb on her clit was making tight circles; a combination that had proven to quickly bring her to the brink of orgasm.
Sir's unoccupied hand suddenly reached out and pulled hard on one her nipple clamps, making her yelp from the pain.
"Do I have pet's attention now?" he asked darkly.
She quickly nodded her head and reached deeper inside herself for the constraint he'd taught her.
"That's better," he praised. "The rules tonight are quite simple; make as much noise as you want to, and cum whenever you want to." A loud moan escaped her lips when he started to put more pressure on her g-spot.
"Do you understand the rules? Permission to speak, pet." He inquired, enjoying watching her squirm and try to focus on forming words.
"Y-y-yes, Sir, I understand," she stuttered. He was rapidly taking her higher and higher, and her body had begun to tingle in anticipation of the climax to come.
"Repeat them for me," he ordered.
"Oh God... I can make as much... ooooohhhhh... noise as I want, and cum... oh, fuck... cum whenever I want toooooo." Her last words were high-pitched and drawn out as the orgasm raced through her.
She tried to wriggle away from his touch when she realized he didn't let up on the pressure on her sensitive clit even as she was coming down from her high, but the way he'd tied her up made it impossible for her to move.
"Please, Sir, too sensitive," she begged.
His only response was a dark chuckle. His thumb was relentless against her clit and the fingers inside her pussy kept massaging her g-spot. She was vaguely aware of him reaching for something with his other hand, and then she felt a lubed up finger circling her back entrance.
"Oh god," she moaned.
As soon as the tip of his finger started to tease the inside of her asshole she climaxed again. The muscles in her pussy contracted around his fingers, but the pressure never let up.
