It occurs to me that I made a BIG mistake. How can I undo it? Open the door and let you in? Beg you to go lite on me?
You continue to laugh, "Regretting your actions SLUT? Ready to come out and ENJOY your punishment? I am very ready to give it SLUT, I was really hoping for this. so I could punish you. It excites me for you to know that YOUR ACTIONS caused this next violation. You should hope that it excites me enough I cum quickly. You are going to wish you let me rape your ass again slut."
I panic, and forget that I was about to open the door and beg you to go easy. I desperately look around the bathroom. You are so imaginative and evil when it comes to punishment, I am scared. There is a small window above the bathtub, logically I know I can't get through; logic is not really controlling my actions. I jump up and run for it.
You were listening for this and throw open the door, I get tangled in the shower curtain. Once again, my humiliation is complete. You tangle your hand in my hair and yank me up. I hurt from the fall and from the hair pulling. You yank my head back; bite and suck on my neck leaving a dark mark. I gasp, it hurts. You pull my hair harder, I gasp again.
You tell me "You really need to understand something BITCH. You are nothing to me except holes to use for my pleasure. Until we leave here you are not my wife, my lover, or even my slave. I feel nothing for you but the desire to FUCK, HURT and HUMILIATE YOU every which way possible. The easier you make it, the less pain it will cause. However, since I like causing SLUTTY WHORES pain, I hope you continue to make it difficult. Am I clear?"
I can't even nod because you have my head pulled so far back.
"AM I CLEAR BITCH?" Your angry voice says.
I stammer out a very small yes.
You drag me to the dining room table and have me sit on a chair. You cuff my hands behind me, and spread my legs and cuff them to the chair and table. You pull a lasagna out of the oven, and dish yourself a plate. My stomach growls and I realize I have not eaten. Again you read my mind and grin.
You leave the table and go into the bedroom. The food is so close and smells so good, I am so obsessed by the food that I don't even wonder why you left. You bring out all of the nipple clamps we own and put them on the table. You place the evil Clovers in front of me. I can't help but focus on them.
"Which pair should I use on you Bitch?"
I gulp, and start to say "the adjustable ones."
You pick up clovers. I start to sweat, and the tears start again. You roughly pinch my left nipple and slam it on. I gasp and try and control my breathing so the pain is bearable.
You grab my chin roughly and growl "Listen slut, I am tired of saying this, you are ONLY ALLOWED TO SAY yes or no. Do you understand?"
I say yes. You let go of my chin, and roughly clamp the second nipple.
I am in agony. Normally these go on with care. This is bad, the worst part as I control my breathing is I suspect they are going to come off roughly. I get my breathing under control, you very gently lean down and kiss the left nipple. Pain shoots up my nipple. I flinch.
"My little slutty bitch does not gentle." you whisper.
I shudder at the cruelty of the remark.
You place a finger on the chain, and pause so I know what is coming next.
"Lets see if my slutty BITCH likes this" you say.
You quickly rip the clovers off by the chain. I scream. Everything goes white, the pain is searing and I am not capable of thought. I start to get chilled as the sweat cools on my body.
You wait patiently to get my attention again. Then you pull out the bell clamps.
I shake my head and groan "no".
You just smile and put them on. You tell me "I like the sound of bells as I eat, I like knowing you are in pain BITCH".