"Good morning my lovely slave, I noticed that you have been a bad girl, flirting at the club last night. Not only that, but you failed to tell me when you had the chance. Oh, and I would have let you do anything you liked, had you asked my permission.
You gave yourself to me, knowing the rules I set. You need a lesson. You shall follow the rules, pay a price when you do not, or I will find a more worthy slave. Now, you must face punishment for your bad behavior."
What would be an appropriate punishment I wonder? Aha! I know just the right thing. I strip off your clothes and blindfold you. I drag you by your leash to a door then lead you through the door down stone steps. What little light you sense becomes total darkness. Our feet echo on the stone floor. You hear rustling sounds. Your imagination runs wild and your fear spikes.
Hidden in the dark are strangely deformed beings, failed experiments in human genetics. Like it is feeding time, they gather close around you. Food is not to be their reward. They are anxious to ravish you, the beautiful maiden.
I lead you to a platform in the middle of the room. I push you onto your back where your arms and legs are grasped and held in place by gnarled hands that hold you like iron shackles. Calloused fingers roam your bare chest, seeking out your erect nipples, rubbing and squeezing them with sandpaper-like textures that bring both pain and pleasure.
Something latches to your nipples. At first it feels like two narrow mouths, but then suction like nothing you ever have experienced begins to increase in a pulsing, sucking sensation. You want to scream in your pain and pleasure.
Something soft and wet, like two tongues between your legs, explore your vulva and ass. You realize these are not normal tongues, but a multi-tentacled one that begins to intrude inside you while massive lips massage your labia. One tentacle enters your pussy, another into your ass while another rhythmically strokes your clit until you scream and convulse in a massive orgasm.
"ENOUGH," I shout, causing all of these strange appendages to retreat, leaving you tingling. You anticipate what is next with anticipation tinged with fear. "What is my master planning next," you wimper when a thumping sound moves across the room, like the approach of a large fearsome beast.