We meet at a hotel. My Master gets a room. When we get upstairs, I am ordered to strip and lie on the bed. I take off all my clothes and lie down. Master ties me to the bed with my arms and legs stretched out towards each corner. A blindfold is placed over my eyes. I hear Master rummaging around in his bag then a humming. Something is placed near my cunt that is vibrating just enough to frustrate me but not enough to get me off. Master ties it in place. He squeezes and twists my nipples. I hear my Master walk away, then the door closes.
I'm left there. How long I don't know, but I keep getting so close to cumming. Except it is never quite enough to send me over the edge. I imagine Master is downstairs in the bar. I picture him having a drink and chatting with some guy he just met. Master is telling him about me and what is going on upstairs. The man won't believe until Master shows him some pictures of me in a red lace babydoll touching myself.
The thought of my Master doing that makes me even wetter. I hear the door reopen. It has been about 45 minutes. I want to beg, but I know I am to remain silent until given permission to make noise. I feel a hand on my chest. It pinches my nipple, but this isn't my Master's hand. The fingers are too small and the nails scratch me as they pinch. I strain up as my nipple is pulled further and further. It hurts, but I love the pain. Hair brushes against me as she leans over causing a shiver to run through me. A tongue skims across my nipple, barely touching. I arch up seeking more contact. Her mouth closes over my nipple, and I moan. She switches to my other nipple. Her teeth nip me lightly as her hand wanders down to the vibrator strapped to my leg. Quickly, she unstraps it.
Her fingers rub my cunt gently. She circles around and around my clit, never completely touching it. I press my hips closer to her fingers, but the harder I try the more she withdraws. One finger slowly enters me, then a second. The fingers move in and out, faster and faster. I know I'm not allowed to cum without permission, but I can feel it building. Before I can bring myself under control, I cum screaming, coating her fingers with my juices. She brings her fingers to my mouth and I suck them, tasting myself. As I calm down, I hear my Master's voice. I flush as I realize what I have done. Master says something to the woman, but I'm too worried to concentrate on what is being said. After a minute, Master walks the woman to the door and the room is silent.
Master remains silent, but I can feel his anger and know my punishment is coming. Something swishes, breaking the silence. It is slapped lightly against my left tit and I recognize Master's flogger immediately. The flogger reigns blows on my tit, alternating between the left and the right. I whimper softly, to not incur anymore of Master's anger. Master is standing near my head as he flogs me. Sometimes between swings Master runs his cock across my face. I try to lick him as best I can. A warm glow has spread over my tits and the flogging is getting me wetter each time one lands. A blow lands directly on my cunt and clit. I start to scream, uncaring of the consequences, but Master is ready. When I open my mouth, Master shoves his cock in. I run my tongue along his cock as best I can. Master straddles my chest and begins fucking my face. I run my tongue along the underside of his cock as Master moves in and out of my mouth. I gag a little as Master fucks my mouth. Master pulls out before he cums. I beg him to cum. I want to taste him so bad.
"Not yet, slut. You haven't earned it. You need to deserve my cum." He says. I know Master is right.
I am wet and aching to cum again because Master fucked my mouth. Master gets off the bed and goes back to his suitcase. He returns quickly and pushes something hard and round up my cunt. It is a vibrating egg, one of Master's favorite ways to punish me. Master controls the remote and can be ruthless. I squeeze the egg in my cunt. It feels so good. I was aching so badly for something to fill me. Suddenly, the egg comes to life. I arch up off the bed. I strangle a moan in the back of my throat. The egg changes speed, vibrating faster. I rock my hips trying to get more. I'm getting close, but I know I must not cum if I don't want a worse punishment.
I hear Master stand and move around the room. He rustles through his suitcase. He is seeking something and the anticipation adds to my building orgasm. I hear a swishing sound next. I cannot tell if Master has a whip or the flogger again. The egg stops as quickly as it started. I keep raising my hips up and down hoping for some relief. Master approaches the bed and grabs my nipple as he bends down to whisper in my ear.
"This will hurt, slut. I want to hear you scream. Answer, slut." He says.
I say, "Yes, Master."
The flogger slices through the air again. Master pinches my nipples, pulling them further and further. I moan and whimper. Master attaches the clamps to my nipples without warning and I cry out at the unexpected pain. Master has used the clover clamps, which I find just a little too painful.
I hear the flogger before it lands. As it lands across my tits, Master turns the egg back on high. I scream. I am flogged again and again. Master gets everywhere but my cunt. I dread and ache for him to get me there. I am on the razor's edge of a massive orgasm. Master stops flogging me and again whispers in my ear.
