I flipped open my laptop and opened my e-mail. I was tired, all I wanted to do was pull my covers around me and fall asleep, but there was an e-mail waiting for me that I couldn't ignore. The subject line stared at me. I pushed away the wrecking ball of guilt that always came with these messages. "Slut," the subject line read, "this happens before you sleep."
I opened the mail.
"Hi slut doll,
You are used to going to bed early, so this should be fun. These tasks should keep you awake until at least two in the morning. I expect your full effort on them, so make sure to submit your best work to me. If I sense any sort of slacking you will be punished. Your tasks tonight follow:
1. You like to write, slut doll. Write me a science fiction story. It should include mention of three boxes which play major parts in the story. The boxes are, The Box of Wisdom, The Box of Counting, and The Box of Endings. Keep the story less than five thousand words, slut. Don't stick me with reading it all day.
2. Write the next chapter in your Magical Girl sex story. Your last chapter wasn't very hot, slut doll, I expect more out of you. So you will write this chapter by hand, and it will be legible.
3. Find and read six stories on Literotica. Write me an essay about what stories you read, and how they made you feel.
That is it, slut doll. But there is one more twist. You are to do all of this naked, and I want you to put at least six clothespins on that big thing you call a clit. Keep them on until you finish all three tasks. You will not cum tonight, but you may touch yourself as much as you want. Just don't get too distracted, or you will be up all night.
You should also remember that tomorrow marks the third year that you've been my slut doll. You will be up at dawn to complete your rededication ceremony with me. All work will be submitted by then, slut doll. If it isn't I will have to punish you, and that will ruin our day. Don't ruin our day, slut, I will be very angry.
Mistress Jasmine"
I groaned. I didn't want to do any of the tasks Mistress had given me. I wanted to curl up into a ball, and try to forget Mistress had ever existed, try to forget that we had been best friend's before the banishment. But I couldn't do that. I shut my computer, threw off my blankets, and reached inside my bedside drawer for the pile of clothespins. I pulled out six of them. They were the big kind, wooden, held shut by springs, and I knew from long experience that they hurt like hell. Oh, not at first. At first they barely hurt at all... but I was going to be working for Mistress for hours, and by then I would be quivering in agony.
I threw my clothes off and started to play with my tits. They were small things still, barely an a cup, but someday they would be bigger. Sometimes I hoped that one day they would be big enough that I could suck on my own nipples. Mistress Jasmine would let me have all kinds of fun with that. For now I pinched my nipples, biting into them with my nails, letting pain begin to crawl through my body. I liked the pain, reveled in it, and it would make my over large clit nice and hard. If I played with my tits long enough I could spew my clit juice, getting it all over my body, but tonight that wasn't in the cards.
Instead I pinched and flicked my nipples, letting groans escape my mouth as pain and pleasure transformed from a small crawl to an inferno racing through my nerves. I was rock hard now, my clit twitching every time a new spasm of feeling cascaded through me. I picked up the clothespins, and for the first time looked down to the place I was going to pin them.
"Clit, clit, clit," I chanted inside my head, trying to hold onto that idea. "It's just a really big clit. Clit, clit, clit."
But even though I wanted to believe that, even though that's what I wanted and yearned for with all my heart, a small voice that spoke in my heart reminded me that it wasn't a clit at all.
"It's a cock, a fucking penis," the voice said, "and it's a big one at that."
True enough. The thing was just over eight inches long, and super thick. Veins covered it in a tapestry of blue lines. I tried not to stare. Starring would only remind me of my shame, and I had too much to do tonight to let my retarded dysphoria claim me. Instead I pinned my girl stick against my body, and began clamping the pins.
The first three went on the right side of my clit, and putting those on barely hurt at all. I clipped them on one after the other in quick succession. After those were on I clipped the fourth. The skin on my clit was already being pulled tight by the first three pins, and this one hurt as it found purchase on a thin piece of skin that it pinched without mercy. Pain flowed through me, and I opened myself to it, accepting the pain into me. The fifth pin was even worse. As its jaws closed tight on the thin skin of my cock - clit! - I fell to my back gasping. I focused on my breathing as I adjusted to this new sensation of pain. It took almost fifteen seconds, but I managed to bring my breathing under control, and pushed to a sitting position.