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.