Cock Socket hung from the ceiling of the basement waiting for her Master. Her hands and feet were strapped to long bars to keep them spread apart, and she was face down so that her arms were bent unnaturally behind her. Her legs were bent at the knees and she imagined she looked like a skydiver riding the air before deploying his chute. A third bar was attached to the other two to keep her back straight and a single chain went up from this one to the ceiling so that she could be freely spun around.
She had been hanging for hours, ever since she had finished her morning workout. Her shoulders and back ached, and her wrists hurt and were beginning to swell from being bound so tightly. Her ass burned slowly from the blows Griff' had rained down on her with his hand when he had come by on his route.
After two weeks she was finally being punished for her behavior in the tattoo shop. Her tattoo had finally healed and her Master had led her down here to be punished and instructed. After he had secured her he had left to do some work and her only visitor had been Griff'. He hadn't said a word or tried to stick his cock in any of her holes. He just started spanking her with his bare hand. He didn't make her count, his blows came too quickly for that, but he had laughed the entire time.
She thought it must have been nearly an hour since the large black man had left, but she had really lost all track of time. The basement had no windows so she had no idea what time of day it was. For all she knew she had only been down there an hour total and the discomfort she was in was making it seem like more.
She was beginning to lose the feeling in her fingers and toes, and was wondering what would happen if she was left down her all day and night. Would her wrists and ankles become permanently damaged? Would her hands and feet lose all their blood and have to be removed? She knew that was a silly thought but the pain made her believe it might be real.
She was growing thirsty too. She hadn't had a chance to get a drink of water after her workout. She hadn't showered either and was keenly aware of the smell coming from under her armpits. The strain from hanging was making her sweat even more too.
Footsteps on the stairs caught her attention. She recognized the sound of her Master's steps as he approached. He walked into her view carrying a large glass of water. He knew she was thirsty; she had asked for a drink before he led her down and tied her up. He took a long sip from the glass and set it down, mostly full, on a small stool. Cock Socket could see the condensation on the outside of the glass. She would do anything to be able to just lick that small amount of moisture off the glass.
"I'm sorry I have been slow in delivering your punishment, Cock Socket," Dan said. "I had some work that took longer than I expected, but I think the wait may have done you some good anyway."
Cock Socket looked at her Master, her former husband, with a confused look. She didn't quite understand what good waiting had done her. Her body was aching, her throat was dry, and her mind felt like mush.
"I hope you used this time to think about why you are deserve punishment," he said noting her look. "Can you tell me why you are hanging here? Why Griff' spanked you earlier today?"
"Yes Master," she said. "I let noises of pain escape my throat when I was getting my tattoo," she croaked out.
"And?" he queried.
"I passed out when I had an orgasm," she said.
"You passed out when someone was fucking you," he corrected, "interrupting his pleasure. His cock was lodged up your ass and he had to hold you up so it didn't fall out."
"I'm sorry Master," she said quickly.
"Yes, you certainly are," he replied curtly. "I think I have been a little lax in your discipline." He walked over to the cane which was leaning up against the wall. He picked it up and swished it through the air a few times. With a flick it arced through the air and struck her exposed bottom. She stifled a gasp of pain and realized he had only struck her hard enough to sting. Then she heard the cane whistle again and it struck one of her hanging breasts. Again it was only hard enough to sting, but her breasts were a lot more sensitive than her ass. It took a great deal of effort to keep her mouth clenched shut.
"Do you understand how embarrassed I was when you cried out in pain at the tattoo parlor?" he asked.
"Yes Master, it will never happen again," she said quickly. The cane struck the side of her other breast and she stifled a cry in her throat. She was sweating even more now and looked at the glass of water longingly.
Dan followed her gaze and smiled. "Would you like a drink slave?" he asked.
"Yes, please, Master," she croaked.
"I suppose you've been down here for a long time, and it is a hot day," he said sounding amused. "Ok, but I have to drink it first, and then you can have it."
"Thank you," she said. She watched as he picked up the glass and emptied its contents in his mouth in one long swig. She licked her lips in anticipation. She thought he would press his mouth to hers and pass some of it to her, but was confused when he reached for his zipper.
"Lucky for you I've had three full glasses already and my bladder's full," he said as he fished his penis out of his pants. Her stomach lurched as she realized what he intended and almost screamed 'no'. She must have had a horrified look on her face. "Aren't you thirsty?" he asked. "Are you going to turn your nose up at the water I'm offering you?"
His tone and demeanor said that would not be a good idea. "I am thirsty, Master. Please let me drink your water," she said opening her mouth wide.
"That's a good girl," Dan said walking up to her mouth, dick first. He wasn't hard, but Cock Socket was still surprised at how large it was soft. "Don't let any of it spill," he admonished her. "I don't want any piss on the floor."
Cock Socket couldn't respond because his penis was already in her mouth. She thought it would be like when he came but when his dick swelled a bit and began shooting a steady stream of pee in her mouth she realized it was different. When he came it came in waves, but this was a long unending flow and she was having trouble swallowing. There was so much she thought she might drown. It tasted salty as she gulped it down as quickly as she could, but she tried not to think about it. It seemed to go on forever and she began to worry she wouldn't be able to keep up, but suddenly it stopped. She took a deep breath through her nose and thought it was over but his penis jerked and more shot out and then it jerked two more times.
"Clean it," he ordered as she swallowed the last bit. She twirled her tongue around the head and under the foreskin to get any last remnants. When he was satisfied he pulled it from her mouth and stuffed it back in his pants. "Very good," he said, and he flicked the cane again and struck her on the side above her hip.
Her body jerked, but she managed to not cry out again, and realized her Master was testing her as much as punishing her. The piss was supposed to put her off balance, and make her forget not to cry out at the pain. The cane stung her other side and then quickly hit her bottom again. Then it was rapidly striking her bottom in one spot. She couldn't keep track of the blows they came so quickly. Individually they didn't hurt but added together it caused the spot they were hitting to burn and itch. She wanted to scream but somehow managed to keep it in.
He stopped and the sudden relax of her body made her realize just how tense she had been. He caressed her breasts with the cane. She shivered, a little frightened about what he would do. The cane was between her two breasts, touching one and then the other. She tensed and waited for the pain she knew was coming, wondering why he was teasing her.
When it came she was prepared. The cane rapidly struck one breast and then the other as it was flicked from side to side between them. She was able to watch it as it moved between her breasts in a blur. She tried to move her chest away as the pain increased but she couldn't. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more and was about to scream, her Master stopped. Now her butt and breasts were inflamed and she could feel moisture seeping out of her vagina in excitement. She still didn't understand why the feeling of pain excited her.
She looked up at Dan expectantly, trying to beg him to fuck her with her eyes. But at the moment he wasn't interested in fucking. It was still time for punishment. He walked behind her and flicked the cane toward the exposed sole of one foot and then the other. Her whole body jerked with each blow on her sensitive feet but she was getting good at remaining quiet.
"Very good, Cock Socket. We might need to make this a weekly routine so you get used to feeling pain," he said. "It looks like you liked it too," he commented as he ran his hand over her wet pussy. She was unprepared the spank he delivered to her cunt a second later and almost gasped out loud.
Dan's cock was hard now and he wanted a little relief. He lowered his pants and pulled out his stiff member. Within a second he was sinking his entire length in her slick, wet cunt. He gripped her hips and pulled her back every time his own hips thrust forward. Cock Socket was unable to move but enjoyed the feeling of her Master's cock as it invaded her vagina. She moaned loudly in pleasure as he pounded it into her.