I couldn't see the TV very well with my face down and ass up, but I could listen to the spanks and hear the woman's moans and she neared orgasm. With the pain from the paddle warming my backside and shooting sparks of pleasure to my pussy, my fingering of my clit was very effective. Far too effective. This time as the woman in the video climaxed, so did I. I knew it was wrong, but that made it feel so good. The basement was quiet as I lay on the floor recovering. Once the video ended, there was no sound from the TV. The air conditioner wasn't running and I wasn't doing laundry, so all I could hear was the pounding of my heart. If you could hear shame from cumming without permission, I probably would have heard that too. I knew I had to confess my failure to my Mistress. I knew she would punish me. I could only hope it wouldn't be too bad.
I sent Victoria a text and told her what happened. In my mind, I was thinking maybe she would like that my spanking myself was the trigger for my orgasm. Probably not, but maybe if she was having a good day she would be lenient. That wasn't the case, although I didn't know just yet how harsh she would be.
Her response was typically short. "That's unfortunate," was the text message. She probably already knew how she would punish me, but she made me wait several minutes before sending another message. I was on pins and needles waiting. Actually sitting on pins and needles probably would have hurt less than what she actually instructed me to do. Again, I didn't know it yet, but her punishment was diabolical. At that moment, however, she just told me to get dressed. She didn't even tell me what to wear or why.
I put on a tight pair of jeans with no underwear, of course, and a cotton t-shirt with no bra. My nipples were just starting to soften after my climax, but I still felt like they were very noticeable. I picked the jeans because my pussy was still pulsing a bit, post orgasm. What can I say? I'm greedy and I wanted my pussy to rub against the denim to keep me aroused. I sent Victoria a picture to show I was ready. I figured if she wanted me to dress differently she would tell me. She just ordered me to go out to my local grocery store. Somehow that sounded ominous.
I texted Victoria when I pulled into the parking lot to find out what I should buy. She told me to rub my nipples and get them hard before going in. She also told me to buy two big ginger roots, some Icy Hot and nothing else. I didn't like the sound of that. I went inside with my nipples on full display through the thin material of my t-shirt. I started in the produce section. I didn't know how to pick the appropriate ginger root, so I just grabbed the two largest ones. The Icy Hot was easier as they just had one size. Checking out I felt like the man at the register knew both items were for kinky purposes. I could feel the heat in my cheeks. I hurried out of the store and back to the car. When I texted Victoria that I was done, she replied to put Icy Hot on my nipples.
In retrospect, I should have asked what would happen before I lifted my shirt and rubbed a generous dollop on both nipples. I then pulled my shirt down and started driving home. By the time I pulled out of the lot, the ointment was starting to irritate my nipples. It wasn't so much heat, but intense pain. I quickly pulled over and texted Victoria again how much it hurt and how I could get relief. She replied that next time I shouldn't cum without permission. I wanted to Google what to do to stop the pain, but as I started clicking a wave of calm came over me telling me to just endure and be a good girl. It wasn't easy, but I made it home. By then the pain wasn't as intense, but my nipples were still irritated and hard as rocks. I messaged Victoria again asking if I could Skype her. She said "Yes."
I had not realized how red my face was until I saw myself on the camera. Victoria was obviously happy with the results. She told me to take the ginger to the kitchen and get a knife. She also reminded me to strip. I'd forgotten. Hopefully that didn't earn another punishment. She had me show her the ginger. She told me to put one in the refrigerator for later. She then had me cut the remaining piece in two. I set the phone on the counter so I could use both hands. I looked like a kinky chef. She had me take one piece and carve it into a makeshift butt plug. "Make sure it's big enough to stay in, but not too big that it will be tough for you to insert. You don't get lube for this."
A butt plug with no lube? Remind me not to cum without permission again. I was focused on that and not why she chose ginger for this task. That was a mistake. My carving skills were not great, but I finally had the ginger root in the general shape of a butt plug. I made sure it was narrow at its widest point. Then Victoria had me peel off the outer skin exposing the root itself. I would soon learn that the oil in the root made the Icy Hot seem like a walk in the park.
Victoria had me bend over the counter. She couldn't see my ass, but she saw my face and the discomfort I felt as I tried to work the root up my ass. That process also spread the ginger oil around the outside of my back hole. It started heating up just as I was finally working the plug all the way inside my ass. It was only in mild distress when I finished although I could feel my face flushing again. Victoria was smiling when she told me to cut the skin off the remaining part of the root. That was easy and didn't take long. My asshole was starting to get very warm by then. I was a bit relieved that she didn't tell me to carve a ginger dildo. When she told me to rub the ginger on my clit and nipples, however, that relief exited the building.
As I did, Victoria reminded me not to cum without permission. Yeah, with my ass of fire now, that was a lesson I had already learned. As my nipples and clit heated up to a pain level at least equal to, but probably exceeding the Icy Hot, she told me the oil didn't wash off. "You'll have to ride it out, my baby girl. I wouldn't recommend masturbating right now either." she told me. "It shouldn't be too bad in half an hour or 45 minutes."
"Yes, Mistress," I replied. "I'm sorry for cumming without permission."
"I bet you are," she snickered. Then the screen went blank as she hung up. So there I was, naked in the kitchen with my nipples, clit and ass on fire with no relief in sight. I thought about jumping in the shower, but I believed when she said that washing wouldn't give relief. Plus I didn't want to earn another punishment. I didn't know what could be worse than this, but I'm sure my Mistress did. I didn't want to risk that. I sat down in the living room and turned on the TV looking for some mindless reality show. I was trying not to think about sex for the next hour, but honestly, that wasn't possible. I couldn't concentrate on the screen as I was concentrating on the fire between my legs. Even in pain, I was aroused. Mistress' plan to turn me into a nymphomaniac was on schedule.
Mistress was correct that the burning started to fade about 40 minutes into the ordeal and was mostly gone except for the discomfort of having a piece of ginger up my ass after about an hour. Part of me expected her to call me back and tell me to do it again, but fortunately she didn't. Or maybe that was unfortunately because I didn't think I should remove the plug without permission. Another hour passed. I still couldn't concentrate on the TV as I was concentrating on the feeling of fullness in my ass. Only now I had to go to the bathroom. And I had to do number two. I sent Victoria a text asking permission to remove the plug and to go to the bathroom. I expected her not to reply right away and to make me wait in distress. Fortunately she did reply and told me to remove the plug and to do what I needed to do.
I felt relieved as I did my business and felt strangely compelled to tell Victoria that I was done. Again she didn't reply and I spent the rest of the evening naked in my living room watching TV. This time it was more relaxing now that my punishment was over. Or should I say now that I thought my punishment was over. About 9:30 I received a text telling me to get into bed with the lights off, spread myself like I had done the first night in Chicago, put on my phone headset and to call my Mistress. I assumed we were going to play. I was wrong.
I could tell Mistress had me on speaker and that she was with other people. I didn't know if it was a party or she just had playmates over, but there was obviously at least four or five people within earshot. Victoria started talking to me much like she had our first night together while she had me masturbate with one hand. I would have preferred she be controlling a vibe like before, but just having her voice in my head and my fingers on my clit was enough to arouse me again. The difference was we were not alone. My moans were audible to other people. Mistress never said who they were or whether they were actively listening to me, but in my mind, Victoria was showing off my submission to her to her friends. Although I was primarily focused on the naughty things she was cooing in my ear (she knew exactly what to say to bring my arousal to a fever pitch) I did allow myself brief fantasies that she was sharing me with her friends as a precursor to having me lick their pussies on my next visit. Perhaps if they liked what they heard as I promised my undying servitude to Victoria, they would convince her to let me visit.
As I said, my punishment was not over. No sooner had I reached the precipice of climax and uttered my now famous begging to be allowed to cum, Mistress said no. She said to hold myself on the edge. She had done that before and I understood the game and how to do as she ordered. My moans were a way to release some of the tension in my body and delay its growing need to orgasm. My fantasy was now that my Mistress' friends, aroused by my sounds of need, were stripping down to either masturbate or pleasure each other. I imagined one dropping to her knees between Mistress' legs to lick her pussy. I wasn't jealous that it wasn't me. In my mind I was happy that Mistress would be pleasured. The punishment part was that my permission to cum never arrived.
