You've told me to go get ready to go out. I'm not to wear underwear of any sort, (although You've told me to wear a bra). We're apparently going to see a film with these friends, and like I said, we're not out to them at all. It's real warm out, so I figure I can get away with wearing shorts and a shirt. I put on a pair of black leather shorts and a black sleeveless shirt and black docs. The shorts are rubbing against the welts, making them ache and burn, but I ignore this as best I can. I quickly run a brush through my hair before returning back downstairs to You. You're sitting on the sofa waiting for me. You look up and smile at me as I enter the room, "Take your clothes off dear." I frown and begin to open my mouth to question You, but stop before any sound comes out. I pull the shirt up over my head and remove it, then unhook my bra and let it fall to the ground, and then I undo my shorts and lower them before stepping out of them. I bend down to untie my boots, but You stop me saying, "No, they can stay on. Come here." I walk over to You, stopping in front of You.
"Kneel down"
"Yes Sir," I reply as I obey You.
You remove a couple of nipple clamps from Your pocket and show them to me, grinning suspiciously like a wolf. "I told you tonight would be fun, didn't I?"
I smile up at You and nod my head a couple of times, and then gasp as You roughly grab hold of one of my breasts and pinch the nipple hard between Your thumb and forefinger. The nipple immediately becomes erect and You put one of the clamps on – making sure it is very tight. Then You take my other breast in Your hand and draw it up to Your mouth (lifting me off my knees), biting not-so-gently on the nipple, until it too becomes hard. The second clamp is placed on it, sinking into the sensitive flesh, making my clit throb suddenly. I groan out loud and You laugh quietly at me and pat Your lap. "Come on dear, up and over."
I stand and move to Your side, and lower myself across Your thighs, keeping my chest raised off the seat of the sofa. As soon as I do so, Your hands are running over my sore and beaten ass and thighs, admiring the marks, pinching the occasional welt. A butt plug appears in front of my face, and I hear a smile in Your voice as You say, "Open your mouth wide dear, this is larger than any I've used on you before, and I dare say you'll need as much help as you can get."
I do as I'm told, and the plug enters my mouth – pushing into it and moving round in small circles. It's abruptly removed and I feel You pulling my butt cheeks apart, probing with Your fingers. By this stage, my pussy is again very wet, and You are spreading moisture all the way up and down my crack. I can't help it – I start wriggling around on You, only to get my ass slapped twice - hard. "Stop that! We're not here for your enjoyment or amusement, so just lie still or you'll be sorry…"
I immediately stop moving, biting my lip to keep from saying anything.
"That's better…now behave yourself."
"Yes Master." I feel the tip of the butt plug being pushed into my ass, and then pushed in further and further. I cry out as it goes deeper into me and it stops for a minute. "Did you have something you wanted to say to me?," You ask threateningly.
"No, Sir, no, sorry…it just…slipped out"
"Then lie still…and …shut...up. I won't tell you again."
I lower my head and bite down on my arm to muffle any other sound that may escape from me. You give one final thrust, and shove the plug the rest of the way up into me. Tears spring into eyes, but somehow I manage to not make any noise. You pat my ass a couple of times, saying, "You may get up and get dressed now." I push myself up off You and the sofa. The plug feels huge in me - like it's as large as Your cock. I tell You this and You just grin at me, "Good. Get used to it dear, it's about to become your new best friend."
I swallow hard and lower my head slightly while going back to where my clothes are and getting dressed again. I can sense Your eyes on me, watching my every movement. My ass feels like it has been well and truly stuffed, and still burns from the caning. I feel like when I'm walking, it must be very obvious that there's a butt plug inside of me.
"Um, Sir?"
"What is it?"
"It's just that, um, well…. Sir it's gonna be obvious what's going on here…"
"What are you talking about now, dear?"