Edged On A Plane Pt 02

I'm grateful to the ball gag and the loud engines of the plane. Because there's no way I can stay silent as the turbulence causes my whole body to rock, which causes the vibrator and plug to thrust mercilessly into me. My clit is grinding hard against the vibrations, and I would have cum except the turbulence is making my huge breast bounce like crazy, and the pain from the nipple clamps is a terrible distraction.

I don't know how much time has passed, but the way my clamped nipples rub against my rough sweater fabric is driving me crazy.

Every once and a while, I feel Mistress discreetly slide a hand under my top. Every time I yelp from the surprise. She tugs the nipple clamp off, and she rubs the sensitive little nubs. I think of what she said in the airport: 'You're my entertainment.' After a few seconds of rubbing, she replaces the clamps, and I try not to whine.

With the gag and blindfold, I can't look to her and beg. What would I even beg for? To cum? Not to cum? For mercy? Mistress has never been merciful; it was one of the reasons I loved her. All of that begging would be useless. I was hers. Her toy to play with however she pleased. The only good my begging served was that it turned her on. But right now my purpose was to be edged and tortured repeatedly on a public plane for her entertainment.

I was so wet at the thought of it. I was practically sitting in a puddle of my own horny juices.

The headphones are playing the audio from one of our past scenes. I can hear her paddle as she smacked it hard against my ass.

"Listen to you. The noises you make when getting paddled are absolutely whorish," another loud smack. "Yygghhh!! Thank you, Mistress!" My words sound almost slurred and needy.

"Youre my little pain slut, aren't you?"

I don't reply. I remember still feeling ashamed at feeling so aroused by pain and not wanting to admit it.

As punishment for not replying, there's three more slaps: "Don't you deny it, you're as wet as spring rain. Now say it." Another slap, and I whine, "I am wet, Mistress. I'm your little pain slut. Please paddle my ass again!"

I'm so edged out of my mind that I don't even notice we were descending. I'm so lost in listening to that audio and the crazy sensations that I realize too late that I'm nearing an orgasm.

My natural reaction is to squirm to try and move away from the stimulation, but it only draws me closer! Oh no! No no no! I can't!

The plane hits the ground hard, and the orgasm is ripped out of me. I squeal behind the gag, and my whole body is shaking.

While I'm still in the throws of orgasm, Mistress pinches my clamps hard before yanking them off. She gently removes my headphones, and I'm suddenly aware of my own heavy breathing.

She leans in close to my ear.

"Tsk tsk tsk...bad girl. And you were doing so well. I can't wait to punish you when we get home."

I can't see her face, but I just know she's smiling.

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It had been a few days since I had failed the near-impossible challenge my girlfriend/mistress had given me. I came without permission. And I had spent those last few days wondering when she would punish me. And how.

Now, she sat on the couch while I sat at her feet on the floor. My head in her lap as she gently stroked my hair.

"You know, pet... I've been thinking about your punishment." She mused, still petting me. A little thrill went through me. As nervous as I was, part of me looked forward to her creative punishments.

I looked up at her. "Yes, Mistress?"

She smiled warmly, "I've come up with a...constructive punishment. We're going to develop one of your weaker skills as my submissive little whore."

Oh dear. I knew exactly what my weak point was. I had never been very good at blowjobs. Specifically deepthroating.

She could see the nervous look on my face because she held a palm to my cheek and said, "now now, I know this will be very hard for you, but it is a punishment. And by the end, you'll be the best deepthroating slut there is."

She hooks a finger through the ring on my collar and pulls me up to standing. Then she bids me to our bedroom.

In our room there's a large, floor-to-ceiling mirror wall. The first thing I notice in the room is a suction cup dildo stuck to this mirror.

Mistress orders me to strip and then kneel in front of the dildo. On my knees, the dildo is at perfect mouth height. It's long, I would guess 7 inches, and has rainbow stripes. The tip being red and the balls a deep purple.

Unsure, I peek back up to Mistress, who has sat in a comfortable chair watching my profile. "Now, I understand I may have set you up for failure last time when you came without my permission. So to begin, I'll go easy. Just show me what you can do." She gestures to the cock on the mirror.

Maybe if I do a good job, she'll praise me. I stare down the dildo, suddenly shy. I take it into my mouth cautiously. When it comes to the sucking motion, I actually think I do OK. But my lips don't go past the orange stripe. I know Mistress wants to assess my deep throating skills. So with a second to steady my mind, I try to just see how far down the dildo I can go.

It's pathetic.

The dildo reaches the back of my throat. My lips are in the middle of the yellow stripe. I gag, but try to keep it there. I give it another attempt, but it barely goes past that point before I gag again and push against the mirror to take the dildo out.

"Hmm. Not your best. But not to worry, you just need the right...motivation."

Before I know it, a ring gag is being forced into my mouth, and I'm already drooling before it's buckled behind my head. She then handcuffs my hands behind my back.

"Now...get that cock down your whore throat," she pushes my head down on the cock. I feel it touch the back of my throat and then some. "Hold still," she whispers, and I can hear her fiddling with something. It almost sounds like she's duct-taping something to the mirror.

Suddenly there's sharp pain in my nipples! I instinctively pull back, but the pain gets worse! It's very apparent what she's done.

Clover clamps, designed to pinch tighter the more they're pulled on, have been attached to my nipples. And the chain connecting them is taped to the mirror.

This had made it near impossible for me to remove the dildo from my mouth.

I was given 2 options. Deepthroat this cock, or have my clamped nipples pulled.

Clover clamps were so much more intense than regular clamps. The furthest i could pull my head back still kept the cock pretty far in the back of my mouth. I whimpered, not wanting to deep throat the cock. But the pull on my nipples was unbearable. I steeled myself and let the cock slip down my throat a little, immediately releasing the pulling on my sore nipples.

I gag again and instinctually pull back and then whimper at the pain. Starting the cycle again.

"You'll stay like that until I see your cute nose hit that mirror." Mistress said in an authoritative tone. My eyes go wide, but I can only see her in my periphery. She's touching herself.

My need to please takes over. I do my best to get this silicon cock down my throat. This time I get it deeper than I ever have, and I try to stay there. I gag, but I don't move, remembering the clamps.

Finally, I need to breathe! I pull back and cry out as my nipples are pulled sharply. I almost immediately try again to deep throat it. Already I feel like I'm improving, but that mirror still feels so far away.

Looking at my face in the mirror, (red, gagged and with a cock in it's mouth), a wave of arousal comes over me. I just know my pussy is dripping.

I can't hear Mistress' pussy making wet slorping noises as she touches herself to my struggling. I want to be good for her. I'll be so good for her.

With a new determination, I thrust my head onto that cock. It's so deep, but i don't gag immediately. My eyes water as they roll up in my head. My lips reach that blue stripe.

The next gag is so intense, I quickly pull back and yelp when my nipples are yanked harshly.

"Please Mistress! It hurts, I can't!" But with the ring gag and the cock is still filling my mouth, and my words aren't clear.

"The more time spent whining, the longer your nipples are clamped to that mirror." Her words are stern, but I can tell he's really turned on, possibly close to cumming.

I try to take a few moments to breathe, but the pain in my nipples is impossible to ignore any longer. I slide the dildo down my throat again.

Despite the pain in my throat and the gag reflex, there's something about it that feels good. My lips tingle, and the drool is dripping down my body. If my hands weren't cuffed, I would be touching myself. But this isn't about my pleasure. I was given a task, and I have to complete it. I have to prove myself and please my Mistress.

The dildo goes down my throat; the feeling is familiar now. My face is so close to the mirror now, I'm sure of it. It feels like it can't possibly go any deeper. I ignore that feeling and push.

My bottom lip hits the balls. And my nose hits the mirror! Excited, I'm about to pull my head off the cock. But I feel hands on the back of my head keeping me there. I struggle, needing to breathe. But Mistress' hands are firm.

"If you weren't being punished, I would call you a good girl and let you out of this predicament." She said quietly, but then her voice turned harsh. "But cumming without permission is serious. And I need the lesson to be thoroughly fucked into that dumb slut head of yours."

She has my hair tight in her fists, and she starts fucking my face onto the dildo. I struggle more, but I can't get free. I can't even yelp or whine because I have to focus on breathing and not gagging too much. Tears stream down my face, and my chin and tits are covered with drool. My nipples and throat are in agony, but my pussy is absolutely dripping.

Finally, she lets go and removes the nipple clamps. The relief is such a high.

I look up at Mistress in all her glory. My brain is nothing but a horny soup.

She pets my hair, and I lean into the soft touch.

"Now, are you going to cum without permission again?"

I can tell my voice is rough, so I whisper

"Never."