I wrote this for my Master, Sir S, and he encouraged me to submit it. This combines a lot of my real experiences in an online M/s relationship, with some fantasy thrown in.
I had my instructions: place the call to my Master on Skype at precisely 10:00 am, go stand in the corner with my nose touching the wall, wearing nothing except my collar, hands behind my back and legs spread, and don't move a muscle until I am told. I was to have all my toys and various pain implements available. I had been told to expect a long day of "attitude correction" and to be honest I was excited.
While I had some dread about what was to come, I knew I needed it badly and my Master knew this as well. My brattiness had completely gotten out of control. An online BDSM relationship was no easy feat to maintain and we had been doing it for over a year, however busy schedules and life circumstances had combined to have me feeling like a neglected needy sub who was resorting to brattiness to get what she wanted and my Master was about to fix that, whether I wanted it or not.
I set up the phone appropriately, hit the call button and went straight to the corner to assume the position. I heard the call answered and could hear background noise but Master said nothing. I knew he was watching and perhaps testing me but, as any sub can tell you, 10 minutes in the corner can feel like an hour and, as I was still in my brat mode, I eventually dropped my arms to stretch them out and made a show of moving around.
"Did I tell you to move, slut?" my Master's voice came into the room firmly and in control. As it seemed a rhetorical question to me in my present mood I didn't answer. That was a mistake. "If I ask you a question, I expect an answer, whore. Now tell me...did I instruct you to move from your position?"
"No," I hesitantly responded.
"You will answer me appropriately or you will have way bigger problems than what you're already facing today," Master commanded.
"No, Master," I answered with a little more conviction.
"Since you aren't able to speak properly, you will not be speaking at all. I don't want to hear a single word or noise out of that mouth. Go get your dildo and place it on the wall. You're going to get back in position with that slutty mouth on the dildo and you're going to stand like that as long as Master wants you to. Stand up straighter too, don't be lazy, slave. You do not get to decide when you move, you move when Master tells you to," he ordered. I scurried to grab my dildo and took as much as I could into my mouth, straining to balance breathing through my nose and keeping the dildo from falling, standing in the corner with my arms back behind me and legs spread. Except this time I could feel my pussy becoming wet and aching to be touched.
"Master has some things to do. You're going to be there for my entertainment just like that anytime I choose to look at you. And if I choose not to look at you, you will still be there exactly as you are because I said so. You seem to have forgotten you are solely here for my pleasure and entertainment. That mouth is just a hole for a cock or whatever else Master wants in it. That cunt, ass, and those tits are toys for Master's pleasure. As slutty as you are I'm sure you're aching to have something in your other holes right now but you will wait until it pleases ME to do so. You WILL remember your place. You are the slave and I am your Master. The slave does as she is told when she is told without hesitation. I have been extremely disappointed in your service to me lately. Today you will learn the consequences of failing to keep your obedience." It's as if Master's words went straight through my ears into my cunt. If I wasn't aching before I certainly was now.
My shoulders were beginning to get sore from holding my arms behind me but most of all my jaw was getting an odd workout and I knew it would be sore later. I had no idea how much more was in store for me. Every now and then I heard a noise or two from the television or whatnot, once even Master made a phone call while I was just there as his "eye candy," as he liked to call me sometimes. I knew Master was watching and checking on me but being left there to wait in the corner like a bad girl while Master did whatever he wanted was the perfect humiliation.
If I had to guess realistically, I would say maybe 45 minutes had gone by while I had been holding my position in the corner before I finally heard my Master address me. He instructed me to insert my large butt plug and get my thickest paddle along with my extra large dildo ready and come and kneel in front of the camera. Inserting the plug into my ass made me even more aware of how empty my cunt was and god how it ached to be filled. I hoped it's time was coming soon.
I knelt in front of Master and tried to be patient but as he was so quiet I eventually wondered if we perhaps had gotten disconnected and looked up at the camera. "You know better than that, slut. You keep your eyes down when you are serving me unless I tell you otherwise," Master corrected me in his firm strong voice. "You really seem to have forgotten the basics, slut. I thought I had trained you much better than this. I'm so disappointed in you."
Master's words felt like a stab in my heart but at the same time he knew they were words I needed to hear. My fear of disappointing my Master was usually something that had kept me in check over the last year but recently I had strayed from what I knew I should be doing. After a time of kneeling at Master's feet he instructed me to stand up and place a foot on a nearby chair and to begin to fuck myself. I was surprised Master was letting me enjoy this pleasure so soon but i was also so happy. My largest dildo is such a tight fit it takes a few strokes to really be able to take much of it, and that's without a plug in my ass. Add in having my ass plugged and it made it almost too much to take but Master wasn't having any of that.
"You're going to take that entire cock in that wet needy cunt. I can see from here how filthy wet you are so don't act like you can't take it," Master's voice directed me and coaxed my cunt into opening even farther. The stretching and fullness was exquisite. I started speeding up, every stroke hitting just the right spot and could start to feel my climax coming closer and closer until I heard a single commanding word from Master, "STOP."
In complete frustration I couldn't help but yell, "Master! No! Please!!!"
"Did I just hear you tell me no? Did I give you permission to speak, whore?"
"Master, I'm sor--," I started to apologize but Master cut me off and I realized with regret I'd disobeyed again. "Since you can't seem to learn that your mouth is simply a hole for a cock, go get your penis gag and put it in NOW. Slut seems to need a constant reminder."
I ran to put the penis gag in my mouth and humiliation took over...I was stuffed in my ass with a butt plug, my mouth was filled with the shape of a cock and feeling the head of it against my tongue had me reflexively sucking on it to wishing for more cock in my mouth, I was holding a soaking wet giant dildo in my hand, dying to fuck myself with it in front of my Master, and finally, I felt my Master's collar against my throat like a pet. And I loved all of it.
I was broken out of my reverie by my Master's voice, "Put the dildo down you needy slut and pick up the paddle. You're going to bend over the chair and paddle your ass, each side 50 strokes at a time and switch back and forth until I tell you to stop. Once again, I don't want to hear a single fucking sound except that paddle hitting that ass. This is to remind you that your ass belongs to me. It will be spanked when and how I want it to be."
The first few strokes stung like crazy and soon I was relishing the pain as the paddle hit my plugged ass over and over. I ended up with a couple hundred spankings to each ass cheek when Master had me stand at attention. "I'm disappointed slut, I know you weren't doing those as hard as you could," Master chided me. I felt the urge to argue because I really thought I had been but by now knew much better than that, and there was the small matter of having my mouth gagged anyway, so instead I took the correction like a good slave should. "You're going to spank your tits ten times each with your paddle so you don't forget next time that you are to give all spankings your best effort," Master ordered. Master knew I could take a lot when it came to spanking my ass but the tit spankings hurt so much more to me.
After the ten strikes to each tit I had hoped I was done but Master commanded, "Now ten more directly on each nipple..." I wanted to scream inside....I didn't see how much more my tits could take...but Master continued, "and right after that go put the nipple clamps on. This is your reminder that those tits are mine. I will play with them as I please." As much as I didn't think I could take this, I followed the instructions exactly to avoid further punishment. My nipples felt like they were on fire and I had to focus on my breathing.
Soon enough Master allowed a distraction from the pain in my tits as he had me stand and fuck myself the same as before. Even though this time I had the resolve to make no noise as Master directed, he could tell as I got closer and closer to cumming. Right when I thought I couldn't take any more without going over the edge, Master ordered me to stop and go straight back over the chair and start spanking my ass until he wanted more fucking. He allowed me no protest each time he took me to the edge, stopped me, and sent me back to the pain. This went on for about an hour....fucking and spanking, fucking and spanking. By this time I had juices running down my legs and tears running down my face, the frustration from the repeated edging with no release driving me almost to my breaking point.
"It's time for my slut to take a break. Take out the gag and plug, take the clamps off, and come kneel in front of Master," he said, his voice slightly softer but with a calm, confident firmness that soothed the frustration that had been bubbling up inside me. I followed his commands and came over to take my spot at his feet so to speak in our virtual way.
As my heart rate and breathing calmed and the pain in my tits and ass started to subside I heard Master say, "pet, in a moment you will go fill your water bowl and get an extra bottle of water. Bring it back here and set it down. Then get your quake, large dildo and bag of clothespins ready. Right now I want to look at my holes. Turn around and put your face to the floor and your hands at your side."
I lie there with my cunt and ass completely open and exposed to Master, feeling vulnerable and embarrassed yet somehow deliciously owned and calm. Subspace enveloped me and I felt like I was floating. Master and I were the only two people in the world at that moment. Master made small comments here and there remarking on how much he loved owning such slutty holes and things to that effect. Every word he spoke somehow increased my arousal even more. My cunt ached and burned with its need for release.
After the short break Master told me to go carry out my instructions. I returned with all the supplies Master had ordered and he then told me to place my water bowl on the floor and drink. After that was finished he had me refill the bowl and drink all of that as well. "pet has been working hard. We can't have her getting dehydrated," he commented.
"It's time for my slave to do a little work to please Master," he said with a mischievous sound I hadn't often heard. "Put the large dildo on the chair and sit on it. I'm going to speak and you will listen. During this I want you to put the clothespins on your tits, one at a time, slowly. Do not stop until you have them all attached. Start now."
