There I lay, hands bound behind me, feet bound tight together and blindfolded. All I can do is listen for sounds. What I hear excites me and puts me on edge, as I hear you moving around the room I recall the events from the night before. You had me hanging from the ceiling in the basement as you placed clover clamps on my clit and nipples with a chain between them. I remember the kiss of the whip as it landed against my tender skin and how you paid close attention to my breasts. The way you used the whip to mark them with razor thin but oh so painful raised welts. How they felt when you ran your dagger over my nipples while you fingered my cunt. I mew softly as your fingers move in and out of me at lightning speed, ordering me not to cum. Telling me what the consequences would be if I failed to comply and released before you say it was ok.
As you worked your fingers in and out of me while playing with my clit, I fight hard to keep my orgasm at bay but I suddenly cum, much to your utter dismay and my own.
Once you let me down you say to me you want me to shed tears for you. At this I am worried. Tears? What kind of tears? I don't have long to wait or to wonder. You grab me by the hair and slam me down on the floor, spreading my ass cheeks apart and push the tip of a butt plug into me without the benefit of fluids of any kind. You are not gentle; you slam the wide plug into me, stretching my ass beyond anything I have ever felt before. Just when I think it could not get any worse, I feel your hand running along my ass cheeks and then you smack me hard on the right and left cheeks over and over. Going from one side to another, until I am whimpering in pain and begging you to stop. You pay me no mind and gently kiss the hand prints on my cheeks. When I think it might be over, you walk away. You return moments later with a bowl of water and flogger, telling me to drink from the bowl. When I reach out to take the bowl you smirk and say, "Did I tell you to touch it?" I look at you stunned for a moment and watch and listen while you say to me, "No slave, you don't use your hands, you use your tongue. Now get back on your hands and knees!" I get back down but I find it humiliating to drink from a bowl. I waste no time in telling you I will do no such thing. Which makes you smirk and reply "Really, now we shall see about that, my Pet"? Without warning you begin to flog my already sore ass, the blows come one after the other with no break in between. After awhile you say to me drink out of the bowl and I reluctantly touch my tongue into the bowl, thinking that it will make you stop.
Just as my tongue touches the cool water, I feel a jolt of electricity shoot through my body as you zap me with the cattle prod. When I scream out you say to me "Remember when I told you one day you would feel the cattle prod? Did you think I had forgotten?" When I shake my head, you say "Good, now drink from the water bowl." Again, I stick the tip of my tongue in the water and feel the coolness on my tongue, thinking you are done shocking me. I allow myself to lap up more water, you say "Good girl, keep drinking" and pat me on the head. Just when I stick my tongue in a third time, you zap me with the cattle prod again, causing me to again scream out only this time you leave it on a few seconds longer prolonging the agony.
