Denial Slut Learns To Cuck Ch 04

So it's been what I estimate as at least two hours of teasing and I am starting to wonder if they really think this is punishment. I mean, they haven't let me cum yet, but they have made my aching cunt feel pretty fucking amazing. So far, I have only had edges and only from the hitachi. Blair leans in to say something to Sir while making direct eye contact with me.

"Great idea! They are in the third drawer. Help yourself." Sir sounded excited at whatever had been suggested, and I was starting to get worried. The blanket was nowhere near dry yet, and I knew Sir would never let a punishment be reward-like. He must be fucking with my head. 'I shouldn't be enjoying this,' I thought to myself. I started to feel guilty at the pleasure I had allowed myself to feel for the last dozen or so edges.

Sir looked at me and raised a singular eyebrow, daring me to make a move. He asked what I was thinking so hard about. "I just am confused about this punishment, because it seems so pleasureful Sir. I feel guilty for enjoying it." He nodded and began to wash his hands.

Standing at the foot of the table, he slowly inserted his two middle fingers into my slick opening with first and last fingers placed firmly on either side of my lips. He started to stroke my most sensitive place firmly grabbing me by what was his. God, when he made me squirt, I just became a pile of goo. I could be so easily molded to his will, not that he struggled too much with that anyway. I could feel his calloused fingertips curving upwards towards the front of my vaginal wall and he was pulling my whole body up as he fucked me in the very best way.

Then I saw Blair's hands. The vampire gloves. Just one finger from each hand began circling the widest circumference of my breasts the cut-outs in the blanket would allow. She was being so gentle, but the sharp points dragging across my flesh still brought a burn I did not expect. She added fingers until all but her thumbs were tracing my skin, leaving red trails of scratches to remind of her exploration.

"Sir, I'm getting so close. Please, please, please may I cum?" He just continued to pound my cunt harder, up and down, up then down, over and over. I was going to go over and I couldn't stop myself. "Sir... I.. I... " He pulled out and counted slowly to ten, at which point he told Blair to begin.

She began slapping my tits with both hands simultaneously, and the many sharp points seared my skin. This time she did not avoid the nipples. I came off the edge straight away at the onslaught of pain. Between slaps, I could see in my flesh the imprints of where the pins had been applied and knew she could draw blood if she wanted. As I was refocused completely on my pain and Sir reached the number ten, he reinserted his almost fist and resumed his pounding. It took almost no time to get to the edge and I didn't even bother asking this time, just told him I was on the edge. I knew not to make such ridiculous requests during punishment. And with the vampire gloves and the intensity of Sir's fucking, it was confusing as to whether or not this was pleasure or pain anymore. I was about to cum when Sir told me he was not going to stop so I better not cum. I was so scared. Of course my body would only let me fight so long, and I suffered hard during that fight, for as I got closer to failure, the slaps got harder and faster. I finally began to cum and Sir felt it right away contract around his hand and he pulled right out immediately to give me the worst ruined orgasm I had ever received. I was crying already after just one. To be sure I was sensitive enough, Blair gave me five sharp cunt spanks with the gloves. Then Sir continued.

My jaw dropped. It was less than thirty seconds since the last one. Didn't I get recovery time!? Sir asked if I had something to say, and I knew right away to fix my shocked look. I knew I deserved this. All in all, I was given ten ruined g-spot orgasms back to back over the course of an hour or so. I was sobbing by the third and by the time the ninth one ended, the gloves had just began to break skin. That's when Blair switched to the silicone paddle that, after such pain on my tits, was excruciating indeed.

There was no part of me that was enjoying this anymore. It was clear to me that they could keep pain within my limits and have it remain punishing. I would have done anything to make it stop. The blanket was drying so slowly, and I was pleading my case, explaining what I had learned, trying to bargain with my controllers. They weren't having any of it.

We were about three hours in and they paused and made sure I was hydrated and untied me from the same position so I didn't cramp up. They flipped me over the liberator so my ass was in the air and after replacing the now only damp blanket to cover my back side, they cut the pussy hole larger so they could get to my upper thighs and ass.

Sir brought over the rattan cane that I positively dread. "Your fun is over. It's Blair's turn to punish you. I've said my piece, pet. I am going to watch my alpha sub punish you. She has been given permission to go as far as she feels is necessary to be compensated for your royal fuck up. You will compensate her with you tears and you will be grateful, am I clear, mine?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Miss, for allowing me the opportunity to earn my way back into your good graces."

Miss told me how she had asked Sir what scared me most to do in a scene and which implement I dreaded the most. I would soon learn that he had given the exact two answers I would have said had I been asked the same. Sometimes it's truly frightening how well he knows me.

She then left the room and Sir came over and squatted down in front of me. "Now, pet, I am not going anywhere. I'm right here. It is punishment, so safewords are allowed but only if it is an emergency, okay? You know I will not let anything happen you can't take. You do trust that right?" I nodded. "OK, then show me what a good strong girl you can be for me, baby." He kissed my forehead and went back to his viewing seat.

His words had brought tears to my eyes. I felt so cared for and I loved him so much for knowing exactly how to put me at ease, or at least the parts of me he didn't intend to cause anxiety for. He also had caused a heightened anticipation and fear for I had only guesses for the next set of challenges I would endure before I had a dry blanket over me.

I heard Miss' footsteps approach and knew better than to look back to see what she had. Deep down, I already knew. She had to go downstairs; I had heard her boots upon the staircase. The true question was where the ginger would be inserted, my vagina or ass. She chose the latter, which I will admit I was grateful for after all the use that cunt had received, it felt raw and figging would likely be well beyond bearable for me in that orifice.

She inserted the freshly carved root into my tight hole and I tried all I could to relax. I happen to know that the more relaxed I can stay, the less juice is excreted from the ginger. I also know that even if I don't clench my ass at all, it will burn and I will suffer. This is an activity that is reserved on for use in punishment and even then, only in severe cases. It was also something that made Sir's cock throb, and this is why I did not keep it on my hard limit list. so at least I felt mild relief knowing it pleased him. I could see him growing from where he sat.

At first, I always think, maybe it won't be so bad. But then a few minutes pass and I remember. It starts to burn and I squeeze my cheeks together to try to ease it, but the squirming only worsens the burn. After a few more minutes the internal burn grows into an ache throughout both internally and externally. She never tells me not to squirm though. I don't have to stay still for this, in fact, she prefers I struggle and writhe. I don't disappoint.

Once I hit that point where the struggle is real, the caning begins. Short, quick strikes to begin. Up and down the back of my upper thighs, the underside of my bottom, every sub's least favorite target (or most, depending on how masochistic they may be), and the meaty flesh of the round of my ass. She gets me nice and warmed up and begins adding unexpectedly harder strikes at seemingly random intervals. I can't prepare myself for them, no bracing myself to absorb the pain. With each heavier strike I jump and clench my ass, intensifying the burn. She increases the intensity over time but keeps the speed nice and quick, rhythmic.

Until she tells me to count the next ten hard ones. I do, thanking her after each, screaming out in agony as the cane is brought down across my cheeks causing pink stripes to immediately rise. These bruises will have been earned for sure. I am crying. Back to the rhythm, quick, tap, tap, tap, SMACK, tap, tap, tap, tap, SMACK, count ten... One. Thank you, Miss. Two. Thank you, Miss. Until I'm sobbing at ten. She continues her torment a third time. Softer rhythmic caning leading to ten heavy strikes counted by her victim.

She slowly removes the ginger root from my quivering asshole. I wish I could say it brought relief, but it merely brought hope of a soon to come reprise from the searing in my ass, from the ginger at least.

"Two more sets, then you may ask for my forgiveness, slut." She has given me a light at the end of this cold dark tunnel. "Oh, yes Miss. Thank you, thank you."

"Count." I do as I'm told, pushing as hard as I can to get through the brutal beating I'm enduring. The burn from the ginger is calming yet lingers enough that I still feel its effects.

The blanket is mostly dry. It's been almost five hours. All three of us are exhausted. I am told to kneel and ask for forgiveness. I do so, and receive that which I request. I am so grateful to be forgiven. My bruises will serve as reminders of my harsh lesson, and will ensure I don't repeat the same mistakes again. I am very lucky to have the guidance of both Sir and Miss.

Both of my abusers-turned-carers kiss me and tell me how proud they are of how I struggled so beautifully to repay them for my errors. I would do it all again to have them tell me those words. It means the world to me to make them proud.

Since Fridays are usually focused on the cuck dynamic of our triad, I usually do not get to sleep with Sir, but rather I got to the guest room while Blair sleeps in our marital bed. It reminds me of my place in our dynamic. But tonight, they invite me to sleep in bed with both of them on either side as they rub salve and place ice on my battered body. I feel so special. I wouldn't choose to be anywhere else.