Lori slept like the dead, and when she awoke, it was to Master's kiss. "Good morning, Slave." He said lovingly.
"Good morning, Master Bruce." Lori said sleepily.
He untied her hands and freed her from the bed as he spoke, "It pains me, but you must be punished for disobeying me last night."
"Yes, Master." Lori said, her heart sinking.
He led her into the bathroom and bathed her. He was so very loving as he washed her skin, taking great care to be careful of her tender nipples and the welts left from her beatings. "My lovely slave." He purred as he washed her long hair. She loved feeling his touch.
When the bathing was over, he led her down into the basement. As he turned on the lights, Lori's breath caught in her throat. It looked like the dungeons she had seen on the websites she had surfed before meeting Master. Along the walls there was an array of crops, whips, paddles and canes. It seemed that chains hung everywhere, and in the few places where there were no chains, rope was strung-ropes of all colors and textures. There were sawhorses, tables, and contraptions that she could not name.
"Come here, Slave." Master commanded. Lori crawled until she was kneeling at his feet. She gently kissed his slacks where his cock was housed. "Very good, Slave." He said, patting her head.
He helped her stand, then walked her over to a saw horse and said, "Mount it."
Lori wasn't sure she understood him, "I'm sorry Master. Mount it?"
"Yes, Slut. Straddle it so that your pussy rests on the cross plank. See those nails sticking up? I want your cunt on those. Now, Slave!"
She scurried to do as she was told. She straddled the plank that made the top of the saw horse, and standing on her very tip toes, she wriggled until her pussy was over the nails. They had been driven into the underside of the plank so that the sharp tips sat a half inch out of the plank where her cunt must rest.
"Master.." she began, a tear escaping her eyes.
"Do it! No whining."
Weeping, she did as she was told. She winced as she felt the points of the nails biting into the already sore flesh of her pussy, her clit seemed to scream with the pleasure of the pain she felt. Master Bruce spread the lips of her pussy wide so that all of the nails made clean contact with her most tender skin.
"Hands behind your back, please." Master said. He tied her hands behind her back as she trembled.
"This does not bring me pleasure Slave. I do not like to punish you, but you must learn to do as you are told."
He produced a crop from the wall and began to whip her tits mercilessly. Each lash of the leather stick finding first one nipple, then the other. She counted sixteen lashes before he stopped. He came and pinched each nipple hard, then pulled them both, stretching them until she thought he meant to pull her over face first. Then for good measure, he wiggled the saw horse, making her cry out as fresh tears crawled down her red cheeks.
He turned to leave, then stopped and spoke again. "I have a box at the theatre and we will be going to the opera this evening. It would please me greatly if you would submit to being my guest."
"Of course, Master." Lori whispered through her sobs.
"Very good. I will make sure that Emily has something delightful for you to wear. I will return soon." And with that, he was gone.
The first few minutes were not that bad. She found that if she stood very still, the pin points that nearly pierced her delicate flesh became numb. Her calves, though quickly became tired from supporting her weight, and she felt her pelvis sinking lower and lower, forcing the points of the nails deeper into her flesh. She was also forced to use her thighs to balance, since her hands were bound, and that meant that she shifted almost continuously. She knew that she was again dripping wet down there, and her entire body seemed to throb with the pain and the pleasure that it brought her. Her tears burned down her cheeks. She cried for her pain, but also because she was ashamed at having disappointed Bruce.
He finally returned. Lori stood straight, and forced her big breasts out for Master to see. It hurt her sore cunt beyond belief, but she wanted so much to please him.
"You look marvelous, Slave." He said. "I left you down here two hours. Have you anything to say?"
"Master, I am so sorry that I came without your permission. I am sorry that I disappointed you, Master. It won't happen again." Fresh tears sprang from her eyes.
He moved closer and kissed her, then untied her hands and helped her off of the saw horse. She found it difficult to walk, but it didn't matter, she was forced to her knees and then made to return upstairs.
Outside on the patio, Emily sat drinking iced tea and reading the paper. "Look, Em! My little slave has apologized to me!"
Emily nodded in approval.
"She's ready to serve you if you want her, Em." Master said.
"Cool!" replied Emily. "Will you be joining us?"
"I'll just watch for a while, if that's okay with you Miss Em."
Again Emily nodded, then turned her attention to the Slave. "First thing you must do is service Master Bruce. Go and suck him, Slave."
Lori knelt before Master and unzipped him, then took out his cock and sucked it deep into her mouth, already used to having it's head on her tonsils. As she sucked him, she felt Emily's hands on her ass, then on her tits. Her sucking became very intense and she noted that Master Bruce groaned as she forced herself to take him in a little deeper with each thrust of her head.
Emily's hand found it's way to Lori's pussy, and she began to spread the wet juice all along Lori's crack, getting her asshole soaking wet. Emily thrust one finger into Lori's ass, then two, three, and four, before finally shoving her whole fist into Lori's ass.
Lori willed herself not to stop sucking Master, in spite of her discomfort. Emily grunted as she punched her fist deep into Lori's ass. Master's hands found their way to Lori's head, and he gripped her skull, setting the rhythm. He thrust his cock all the way in until she thought she would choke, and came hard against her throat as Emily pulled her fist out of Lori's ass.
