Chapter Four: A Princess Bound In...
"We held hands as we watched their world burn."
-An excerpt from the journal of Illiana Worms.
She wrapped my, now almost entirely white, hair around her hand on the back of my head and forced her cock deeper into my throat. My nose dug into her bushy pubes and my chin rested on her balls. Sweat painted glistening love on our skin as she trained me. She loved it when I gurgled and choked so I exaggerated my sounds for her.
"A good slave always looks at her master when she is being punished," she said.
At times it was rather hard to, but I tried to keep eye contact. Her dominance sent me into my submissive shell. It wasn't more so a shell, rather a binding fuck-table with straps of leather. She had many things made for me within the past quarter of a cycle. She kept my devices out in the middle of the small field in the center of our sacred home. I would always be punished in the open, even when visitors were present.
We had two today, she told me. I hadn't seen them yet, but I felt a slight tingle down my spine as if I were being watched, and I did rather like to be watched.
An Odrean woodworker dropped off a new table for me the other day and she used me on it in front of him. The table was small enough for me to lay on it to support the midsection of my back with my head and butt hanging off for her to torment me. This evening for my punishment, she bound me stomach down on it with my arms and legs strapped to the legs of the table so that she could train my throat with her domineering green hairy cock.
Goddess, I loved the way she smelt. My pussy leaked its lubrication down over my little ball-sack, down the short length of my shaft, and dripped off with the pre-cum from the head of my cock as I took in a lung full of her wild scent. I was ever thankful for the alterations to my body. I hadn't had a period since ... almost half a cyclic year.
We had only been together a little over a quarter of one. I also had gotten used to having a cock, I thought. It'd harden at random times, and it dangled all over the place when I walked, but it was rather cute to look at and it did make peeing easier. I also loved cumming from my cock.
Goddess, it was not like cumming from my pussy or ass. It was like a thousand orgasms at once that'd cause me be paralyzed for a short while. I even ultimately liked the way my cum tasted. It wasn't strong and hardy like hers but still, it was lovely.
"Breathe, slut, or you'll likely sleep."
Her cock filled my throat and I could feel her blood flowing through every vein in it. I could feel her heartbeat through her thick veiny shaft and I had to control my breathing to every pulse of its heavenly rhythm.
"Your eyes are telling me that you want to be caned, slave. Is that true? What does your soul tell you? Does it agree?"
I nodded lightly as my lungs begged for air and my soul begged for pain.
"Hmmm MMmmmhhmmmm," I hummed, attempting to say, "Yes Mistress," with her cock filling my throat.
She smiled, closed her eyes, and moaned as the vibrations from my voice stimulated her shaft.
Reaching down to my hand that was bound to one of the table legs, she took the thin wooden reed from me. I held it for her so that she could use it when the time came.
With her cock still dominating my mouth, she reached over my back and thrashed my butt sending pain shooting up my spine and whorish moans from my heart.
"Count, slave."
I groaned in lovely agony at every strike. She smiled and bit her lip as we kept our eyes on each other's while I serviced her cock with my tongue.
"Mmmn," I moaned, attempting to say the Oro'keen word for One.
"Mmm ... Mnnn ... Mnnnmm ... Mmm ... Mmmn ... Mmm ... Mmn ... Mmm ... Mnnnnn."
My butt burned in red pain filled love from my Mistress and I fucking loved it.
"MMmnnhhmmm," I said, attempting to say that I loved her.
"You too are the love of my life, Al'nuun," she said, brushing my soft puffy cock filled cheeks with her fingers.
Goddess, this was perfect.
The wax was next. I loved wax training. She spell-bound the candle with skin cleansing tonics so that my soft pale body would keep its lavender scent. And, Goddess, the pain was so lovely.
"Is my slave ready for more?"
I screamed into her cock, begging to be punished as if I had deserved it. And I did deserve it, I would forever merit her pain. Her pain was a reward.
She smiled. "Oh? And why do you think so, slave?"
She gripped her shaft and removed her cock from my mouth for a moment, allowing me to speak.
"Because I'm a disgusting pig whore who loves being tormented by her mistress. I'm a sick pervert who is always unclean and desperate for pain. My holes always need to be filled by your lovely cock, Mistress—"
As I continued to speak out the words from my heart she filled my mouth with her cock, causing me to gurgle and moan. She then started at the base of my neck and down my spine, pouring hot searing wax down my back and over my sour red little butt.
I groaned in relief from the pain as I controlled my breathing as best as I could. Constant steady breathing helped me cry less. I guess, she liked my tears but would rather me hold them for something more deserving. Also, breath control helped me faint less. I assumed she was getting tired of me passing out, which she would then be fucking a limp fuck-bag of a slave.
She used a nine-tailed flogging whip to break the wax from my body. She swung it around in a circle and graze my skin with it, leaving lovely red streaks of pain down my back and all over my poor butt.
As she continued to pour wax over my back and rear, my skin went numb. The pain returned when she flogged the wax off, and I screamed into her cock. She moaned too, from my whorish groans into her meat. Lovely it was hearing her being satisfied.
The pain began to overwhelm me to the point of losing control of my breathing. I grew harder to keep my eyes on her as she berated my body with her discipline. Goddess, I was going to faint. I tried shaking the fatigue away but her cock kept me from moving my head.
"Oh slave? Will you keep bearing this pain? Or will you give in again?" she said.
I tried. I focused on her breasts as they bounced up and down and side to side, while she flogged my slutty body. Goddess, they were so perfect. My cock began to harden again as I thought about caressing her soft green tits with my cheeks.
I had to focus on something else. I almost came thinking about her like that, so I stared back up into the deep green void of her irides. Her eyes controlled me deep down into my soul.
"Oh slave," she said.
