-Authors note; following this Chapter is easier after reading Chapter 1.
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Bonnie pushed out as if she was about to take a dump as He was pushing the butt plug in. After she felt her asshole beginning to expand from the plug, she relaxed. As it was sliding in, she noticed it was bigger than the one He normally used - and harder. She could not imagine what kind of material it was made of, but it was almost splitting her open.
When the dildoe followed, she felt very, very full. It was just as hard as the butt plug and it took an effort to hold it there. She was almost relieved when He put the straps on. She would do her best to keep them in - she did not want to disappoint Him again. She had lubed a little bit "too well", now ending up really having to squeeze to keep them from slipping out.
She felt a light brushing on the inside of her thighs. Wondering what he was doing. She tried to glance down, not raising her head, as He rolled her over but it was too fast to see anything. She did not dare to pick up her head, as that would have broken another instruction by moving without being told or physically moved.
He pulled her body tight as he tied her to the bed. She felt like she was being stretched on a torture rack. She could hardly move.
As the blindfold was put on, her anticipation went up. He did not normally blindfold her, wanting her to see what he was doing, unless He was either surprising her, or planning to seriously punish her. When the ring gag was hooked behind her teeth and strapped behind her head, she had one thought in her mind, "Oh, Shit. Oh, Shit. Oh, Shit..."
As He calmly said, "What I found today shows me that you need a reminder to follow instructions exactly as you are told. One of your' 'Standing Instructions' is to have a perfectly smooth body from the neck down. I allow only the light fuzz on your arms and back. You should know that. Since you failed to follow a standing instruction, I can't be sure that you can follow any other ones I give you." His words cut into her like a scalpel. She knew she had disappointed Him by not following a standing instruction. Now she felt like she was getting off easy.
Only being tied to a bed with her ass and pussy stuffed did not feel like enough - she had failed Him, she deserved more. Her feelings were a rollercoaster.
Then she felt the headphones and the covers, realizing he was not finished.
When the recording started, it felt like lightning bolts flashing over her back. It was so loud it felt like physical pain. She started to squirm, digging her stuffed ass deeper into the mattress. Seconds turned in to hours with every screech.
When the first one minute of jolts from the tens started, her crotch muscles flexed rhythmically and her tits felt like millions of ants crawling all over them with each jolt. It actually felt good.
Her flexing muscles were masturbating her, and she quickly started to build to orgasm. She realized she had a problem. One of her standing instructions was that she had to ask permission to cum and she was not told that she may. She did not even know if He was in the room to ask, or if the tens would stop. She was terrified of breaking another standing instruction, especially now as she fought the on coming rush.
She fought to no avail, the mindless tens continued its' electric jolts and she kept getting closer. She had always been multi-orgasmic and He had sensitized her to be able to cum almost right away when stimulated. Now requiring, after His conditioning, her to beg Him for release quite often. Something He loved.
She called out, "Awwwwwww... Awwwww..." fighting all the while not to cum.
Together with the recording of the fingernails on a chalkboard, she was having a sensory overload.
By the time the pulsing finally stopped, it felt like a year had passed. She did not cum, but it was not easy, He had timed it exactly right. She was right on the edge of exploding, regardless how much she had fought, as the tens stopped.
The back of her legs and the small of her back ached as if she had just run a marathon. Her tits itched like crazy. She was sweating, had a dry mouth and was gasping for breath, finding it hard to breathe because of the blankets over her face. She tried to slow her breathing, finding that somewhat better.
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Bonnie's owner was bullshit. He was looking forward to a special evening and comes home to a slave that cannot even follow simple instructions. It wouldn't have been so bad if she was a new slave, but they had been together for a long time and she had been his slave for most of that time. How hard is it to understand, "Your' will is my will?"
His will was that Bonnie is perfectly shaved from the neck down. He allowed the fine hair on her back, as she cannot reach it and on her forearms as it did not bother him.
Punishing her today, he had to be innovative. It was not because he only found one pussy hair that upset him so much. It was the principle behind it. The standing instructions had been in place since he had made her his slave.
Had it been just a "plain old instruction," he most likely would not be so bullshit. Pissed? Yes. Punish her? Defiantly, but probably not what she is getting now.
The last time she was punished for not following a standing instruction, he had beaten her. However, by beating her every time, he was afraid she would turn into a painslut - which he did not want. He used pain as a tool, not an end.
After he left Bonnie, he got himself a beer, sat down in the living room and fumed for a time. He wanted to calm down so he could enjoy at least part of the evening.
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After about an hour, he was calm enough to continue. As he re-entered the bedroom, the tens had just finished a cycle.
Bonnie's chest was heaving and she was moaning softly.
He uncovered her face and she took a deep breath. He took off the headphones and asked her, "Did you learn anything, slave?"
"Yech, Her," she answered the best she could through the ring gag.
"And what did you learn, you worthless piece of meat?" he snapped. He was not bullshit anymore but he was still mad.
As best and clearly as she could, replied, "Ah, hailed hoo hallow ah hanging inghruckhon, Her."
He almost smiled from her "gibberish", but understood the expected answer.
He pulled the blankets the rest of the way off and Bonnie more or less gasped from the flash of cold air as she was sweating profusely by now. Continuing, he un-clipped her from the chains on the bed. Removed the clips from her tits, receiving a satisfying yelp, and took off the leads from the toys. He left the straps, butt plug, dildoe and ring gag in place.
He had her sit on the edge of the bed, which she un-steadily did. Doing so, she got a head-rush and felt queasy from the ringing in her ears.
After seeing that the dizziness had passed some, he instructed her back out to the living room, on her "Spot" and "In Position".
She wobbled into the living room. There, she got on her spot, placed her feet shoulder width apart, bent at the waist until her body was parallel to the floor, placed her hands on her ass, pulling it and her pussy open - squeezing hard not to lose the strapped on toys, not trusting the straps - and picked up her head. The ring gag was already holding her mouth open.
He instructed, "Do not let the toys fall out. Do you understand?"
"Yech, Her," she stammered.
He took off the straps letting them fall. He pulled out the dildoe and let it fall, making it sound to her as it had plopped out.
Her eyes got big and she was terrified until she could hear Him softly chuckling.
She was mortified. She had just gone through a stiff punishment for not following instructions. Just the thought of her letting the dildoe fall after she had just been instructed not to was terrifying.
He was five foot ten with an athletic body, short black hair and moustache, with an eight inch circumcised cock.
As the dildoe hit the floor, he was already un-zipping his fly, pulling out his hard cock. After it was free, he plunged it in one fast stroke deep into her pussy and began pumping her rhythmically, banging the butt plug deeper each time.
Looking down, he sees that she had taken his instruction of greasing up literately. A bead of lubrication cream had built up around the butt plug and her asshole.
"Well," he thought, "That, I am not going to waste."
After several more long strong strokes, he pulled his cock out of her pussy. He stepped in front of her and shoved his hard-on through the ring gag and down her throat.
Bonnie did as best she could with her tongue, licking the underside and sucking His cock. All the while, she is squeezing the now un-strapped butt plug, fighting to insure it does not fall out. As she was not told to move, this was more of a face fuck as a blowjob, but she didn't care - she was finally getting his cock!
While face fucking her, he was holding on to her hips and while pumping her, he was drawing her closer. During this, he pulled the butt plug out.
He slipped around behind her, burying his stiff meat deep up her asshole. Pumping quickly and feeling the tightness of her hole.
Bonnie was right on the edge of cumming again, "Haha, hey Ah hung, Her?"
He quickly un-strapped the ring gag, pulls it out of her mouth, saying, "No, slut."
He pumps her harder. Bonnie is almost over the edge and fighting hard not to cum when he stops.
Pulling out, he asks, "Does a disobedient slave deserve to cum? I don't think so," then orders, "Blow me!"
Bonnie turns and takes His cock into her mouth, pushing it all the way in, deep throating Him "on the dive" and gags a little. That did not matter right now, as she desperately wants to please Him.
Not told differently Bonnie is still holding her ass and pussy open - Bobbing her head, licking, sucking and deep throating His cock.
