Her Public Punishment

You have been a bad slave. You have failed to show when summoned. You have missed deadlines. You have ignored communication attempts. The time has come to be punished. Your punishment must be unique and severe. As your Master, I know just what punishment will be perfectly appropriate for your disregard of the instructions given to you. You know that you have some type of punishment coming up, but you believe that it will be the same type of corporal punishment that you have become used to, even looking forward to. You may think I have missed the quiet moans of pleasure that barely escape your lips as the belt or paddle caresses your creamy skin, but I haven't. Tonight you will experience an entirely different type of punishment.

You come upon my summons tonight. You enter my living room and go to your assigned corner to disrobe and dress in whatever outfit I had seen fit to layout for you this evening. You are mildly surprised to see nothing laid out. You have gotten used to having a slutty, catty, or almost non-existent outfit to wear, but nothing is a surprise since you had spent so much time getting your body in prime shape for your Master. You thought that your Master had grown quite pleased with your own improvement since Master had seen fit to have your breasts augmented to be "better suited to your new body." While you had chanced asking for a particular size (you thought a full C-cup would be plenty), Master had made sure that the doctor had "gifted" you with a nice pair of perfect double-d's. With your frame coming to 5'4" and your body being lean and toned now, your breasts can only be referred to as HUGE TITS. The augmentation has been done recently enough that you are out of bindings, but the weight of them is still on the verge of painful when not supported. You are only happy to bear the consequences to make your Master happy, though. It was hard to explain to your husband how you afforded the surgery and why you got such huge implants when you told him you specifically wanted smaller tits, but he didn't complain. You are also enjoying all of the attention you get from everywhere you go; the guys drooling over you and the women staring in jealousy. You decide that Master would be more pleased with you in taking care of them, so you put your sexy black bra back on for the little bit of support it provides. You figure he ordered you to wear it all day for a reason. Little do you realize that I gifted such large breasts to you in partial reason for this specific night of punishment. You then kneel on your pad in the sitting room for Master to acknowledge you.

While you wait silently and obediently, you most immediately hear the shower starting. You really enjoy showers with Master, and your pussy starts to moisten with a little anticipation. It has been a while since he has showered with you. Continuing to look around, you notice what looks like a latex suit piled up on the couch and some type of rack with several cuffs on it just in front of the couch. Master has set your starting position facing towards the front door, away from the rest of the house to enable Master to come up on you without your awareness as you await his first command of the evening. Just as you consider that Master may have had a reason for you to be completely nude and your hands slowly start to come up to your bra to remove it again. Just then I decide to make myself known with a low "tsk, tsk."

"Master!" you hear yourself exclaim, thoroughly startled. I gently guide your hands back to your sides with the tip of our favorite leather paddle that I currently hold.

"Why are you wearing anything, slave?" I ask sternly.

You struggle to respond with a good reason and finally weakly say, "I was trying to protect your gift from damage, Master."

"slave, do you not think that your Master would consider a gift I granted you myself?"

"Yes, Master," is all you can respond with. Such is all I would expect, as well from a good slave. But you have not been a good slave.

"Remove that offensive garment."

"Yes, Master. How shall I prepare myself for punishment?"

You have a gleam in your eye as you expect to be ordered into one of many prone positions for a whipping or spanking. My next phrase catches you completely off guard instead.

"You will not be punished at this time. Just go to the shower and get wet."

You barely stop yourself from expressing surprise and questioning my commands. I have always been very swift in deciding your punishments and delivering them as soon as possible. You quickly comply, almost absentmindedly entering the shower and getting your body wet, paying close attention to your shaved pussy with the hand-held shower head. You are given precious little time to wet yourself down to the way Master likes it before I come into the room. The natural lubricants that you rinsed away getting properly wet have already been replenished. Master removes the shower curtain making sure the amply spaced shower closet is catching the cascading water. The shower area is large enough for several people, so that's not really a problem. Master fits a latex gag in your mouth an around your head. Facing him, you stand with your feet about shoulder width and your hands behind your back. The water is aimed just below shoulder level at you left and slightly to your rear. You are turned around and thigh cuffs are placed just below your crotch and cuffs are placed on your wrists. A line is tied to your hair which is pulled back until your hair pulls your head back a bit. This tension is kept by tying the lines to each thigh cuff. Your wrist cuffs are then affixed to the same line. This forces you to keep your arms in place under your own strength to keep from pulling your head farther back. The shower spraying almost directly on your right breast is only serving to heighten the desire burning in your twat. It doesn't help that your position is thrusting your large breasts out. You can do nothing but stand there as Master quickly scrubs you down in preparation for something. There have been many times that I've had you wash me or used the water to enhance any particular aspect of a sexual craving of mine. There have even been veritable shower orgies held on these tiles, but Master has NEVER bathed you before. It is a bit rough, but that is just how you would want it to be. The quick, harsh brushing of your nipples, flesh and outer mound are quick and just tease you more than anything.

"Now to prepare the showpiece," you barely hear me say.

As your Master, I know you are starting to wonder what is in store for you tonight as I attach a harness to your shoulders and chest. I bend you down and secure the harness to some eye bolts set into the tiled wall. Your head forced to stay facing forward by the hair still tied to the thigh-cuffs, this position only relieves your arms which can now hang loose (more or less). Master applies the undulating stream of water to your pussy. The hot liquid beating upon your already sensitivity-heightened clit and labia startles you. You just start enjoying it when the stream is removed and your body sags with palpable disappointment. The feeling is quickly dispelled as my lips contact your clit and my tongue darts and plays around the sensitive folds of your pussy. Your fluids are flowing freely as you grind back to increase the teasing pressure I use with your womanhood. The moans escaping around the gag are interrupted with a sharp gasp as my thick tongue penetrates you. I start playing with your asshole with one hand and your clit with the other as I fuck your pussy with my tongue. You aren't use to such direct and immediate attention from your Master and the sudden change has you close to cumming already.

Just on the cusp of release, Master stops playing with you completely and walks out of the shower. You aren't left to wonder why for long as I immediately walk back in. You recognize the feeling of a butt plug being inserted into your pussy to be coated in your natural lubricants. You rock back against the object that is finally filling your ravenous hole, knowing that it will be removed far too quickly for satisfaction. Sure enough, I remove it from your pussy and move it into your well-trained asshole. While the plug is a large one, your asshole welcomes the filling toy. Master then inserts his hard cock deep inside of you. You know that Master likes to toy with you much more than this before he normally sinks deep into you (assuming you are lucky enough to receive his cock at all, as you are often used as nothing more than a play-toy for Master and another slave or mistress). The change of routine has you off-balance and it is evident as you cum without permission after only a dozen or so thrusts deep inside of you. Master's fingers playing on your clit certainly helped. Soon you feel my load shoot even deeper inside of you as your ejaculate flows freely from your spasming cunt.

One of the tethers holding you in place is removed and you are presented with my cock as I remove your gag. You start cleaning off our juices without the slightest command. You are startled for a second time by a stream of water aimed directly at your vagina. You moan around my cock as you are brought so very close to climaxing again so shortly after your initial flooding orgasm. You finish cleaning my cock of every hint of your own fluids as I finish rinsing your pussy off. You have never been quite pampered like this and you know it is part of a larger plan.

I remove your restraints and tell you to dry yourself thoroughly before coming into the adjoining bedroom. You enter the room after drying yourself to be greeted by a fellow slave sitting on the bed next to a pile of hot pink latex. She tells you that she has orders to dress you in the latex with more than a little jealousy apparent in her voice. You know this slave well and since her enjoyment of punishment dwarfs yours, you find yourself nervous about what she knows of the plans for you tonight. No matter what, her presence does not bode well for you.