Pain overwhelms me. I am being punished.
I am standing--well, hanging--in the corner of our playroom. My hands are above my head encased in cuffs connected to a chain that is bolted to the ceiling. I am facing the corner of the room with my legs spread, only slightly, so that my feet touch each wall. They are chained to the floor. A metal harness envelopes my stomach, forcing my back to arch in a provocative manner. But this is not what pains me. Connected to the two walls facing me are two chains that are relatively short. They are pulled horizontally taut. Connected to the chains are clips with biting edges, and these edges are biting into my nipples, pulling them out slightly. Again, this is not the only thing that pains me. From the floor is another chain that is pulled vertically tight, so that the clip on the end of it is tugging my clit downwards. Shoved up my asshole is a rather large butt plug, larger than any I have ever taken before, stretching me painfully.
I am being punished. Why? For something I swore never to do. I played with myself. Masturbation was always something I fought to control, but the intense need to be touched last night overwhelmed me. When you opened my door and found me humping my hand like a bitch in heat, you were livid and dragged me to a small cage where you handcuffed my wrists and my ankles both around one, vertical pole of the cage. I stayed there until you came and placed me in my current position.
I hear the door creek open and your footsteps walk slowly to me.
"Have you thought long and hard about your transgressions, pet?" you ask me.
I nod.
"Well, while you have been contemplating your current situation, I have set up part one of your punishment."
I gasp, completely shocked. I thought this had been my punishment. I feel you unclipping my nipples and clit and gasp as sensation floods back into them. You unchain me from the corner, and I instantly fall to my knees as you connect the leash to my collar. I am still wearing the harness that forces me to arch my back and expose my breasts to you and the butt plug is still wedged into my asshole. I follow out of the room, keeping my eyes on the floor. You lead me to a room full of light, and I blink at the sudden change. You place a blindfold around my eyes and a gag in my mouth before tying it behind my head. I am soon positioned on my knees, which are spread open as wide as they can go. My ankles are locked to the floor. My arms are once again chained above my head. I feel you pull the butt plug out and suddenly feel empty. But not for long.
You slide a vibrator into my pussy and click it on. I moan, and my head falls back. "Hump it, hump it like you were humping your hand last night. It's okay; don't worry about it falling out. It's connected to a stand." I instantly obey your order, bouncing greedily on the vibrator, building up to an orgasm. I'm so close, so close I can almost taste it.
"Stop," you order. I groan, but comply with your command, my climax slowly ebbing away. The slight vibrations leave me hanging. "Begin again." And I begin humping once more. This continues seventeen times--for the seventeen minutes that I had been masturbating the night before. Each time you command me to stop right before I am about to come.
Suddenly I become aware of a strange clicking noise and a quick flash near my pussy...and then at my breasts...and then at my pussy again. The vibrator stand is removed, and your fingers spread my lips apart. I hear the click and feel a vague warmth at my pussy.
"Mmmm," you moan. "Your cunt is so photogenic." I blush. You are taking photos of my private parts.