A crime had been committed. The nature of the crime is unimportant, all that
need be known is that the fine line between the permissible and the forbidden
was crossed and now a slave must be punished for her transgression. The
punishment should, of course, fit the crime. In this case the transgression was
not serious and so the punishment should not be too severe. I have just said
that the nature of the crime is unimportant, this is so, but maybe some hint
should be given, so that the reader can place the punishment into its context.
The victim of this crime, myself, was aroused deliberately by the salve when she
knew full well that I had would be unable to find relief from my arousal for
several hours. Also in this instance the slave had obviously forgotten that her
body and mind is the property of he who commands her and to be used solely for
the pleasure of her master and not for the amusement of the slave. This being
the nature of the crime then the punishment, as I said before, should not be too
hash. A whipping in this case is not called for, but the punishment must educate
the slave about the nature of humility. The slave should be forced to undergo
the same frustration, and the same helplessness in alleviating it, as the person
she wronged. She must also be reminded for the duration of the punishment that
her body belongs totally to her master. Finally her punishment should allow the
wronged party to use (and abuse) the salve in order find relief from the days
frustrations. It is the evening, we are together. I take time to explain to you
the nature of the crime you have committed. You protest your innocence, but deep
down you know your guilt, and the thought of your impending humiliation secretly
thrills you. The punishment I have arranged for you, I believe, matches the
crime perfectly. You look nervous, you are right to be so, because by the end of
it you will be reminded of what is to be a slave. Imagine a wooden cube some two
feet square, ideally the block would be solid oak, its weight and mass would be
the perfect foundation for your ordeal. Oak is a strong ancient wood and its
strength would be a constant reminder of the futility of the your struggles
against the leather and steel that will bind you. The cube itself would not
geometrically pure but subtly rounded and molded to caress the soft flesh of
your body as it is bound to it. You must understand that the block itself is not
the punishment but merely the pedestal on which you, the captive, is presented.
The canvas on which the master works his artistry of humiliation. You are of
course naked, a natural state for a slave, I have chained you hands behind you
back. I am not worried that you might resist but I wish to make sure that, while
I prepare you for your punishment, you cannot touch your self in anyway. I stand
close to you letting my shirt brush against you nipples. I want to arose you,
like you did to me whilst denying you the means to satisfy it. I fit a harness
over your head, straps run over and to the side of you head locking it to you
face. Forced into you mouth and held in place by the harness is a large metal
ring which gives your, now permanently open, mouth a most appealing look. I
invite you to lay face up on the cube. A thin leather cushion supports your back
but the block is small and your shoulders and pelvis extend beyond the edges of
the cube. There is a strong leather strap attached to the top of the block which
I take and pass over you stomach and buckle to the other side. You are now a
prisoner of the block. But this is only the beginning. I now take one of your
ankles and gently move it outward and backwards to the leather cuff attached to
the side of the block which is waiting to receive it. I do the same with your
other ankle. I am afraid my dear, that with your ankles strapped two feet apart
and pulled back underneath you, your body has lost some of the relaxed posture
it had earlier. It is now the turn of your hands. I unlock them from the
handcuffs and first with one hand and then the other introduce them to the
leather cuffs that are waiting for them a short distance from your ankles. Your
body can now best be described as stressed. You are lying on your back on the
block, your back is bent backwards pulled by you legs and arms which are
attached to the side of the block and underneath you. As befits a slave you legs
are now spread wide, a forced offering to anyone who wants to take pleasure from
your body. There is one thing left to do. I take your head which has been
straining to watch my every action as I move around you. I attach a cord to the
back of your harness and then through a heavy iron ring set in the front face of
the cube. I pull the cord, forcing you head back, when I feel that your head has
been forced far enough back I tie it off. You cannot lift your head, in fact you
can hardly move any part of your body. It feels very unnatural, you suddenly
feel very helpless and vulnerable. What will he do to you, you wonder. You feel
my hand lightly run over you stomach, the tickling causes your body to try to
buck and squirm in response to my touch. The bonds are too tight for you to
shake it off however, you can only make a few garbled pleas from your lips. My
hand moves between you legs and inside of you. I watch your legs twitch and your
head shake as you become more turned on. But I soon stop. I want you to suffer
the torment of be driven mad by desire but being helpless to affect its course.
I stand in front of you and slowly strip. I take my time, I like seeing you
suffer. And the punishment has only just begun......... It is nice to converse a
fellow devotee of bondage. You must confide in me something of you more intimate
fantasies about being tie and abused. Later of course, since at the moment
discourse is somewhat difficult, the ring I have fitted in you mouth makes all
but the most basic and primitive sounds quite impossible. I would also guess
that at the present you are more concerned with what I will do to you, as lay on
the block, your body arched back straining against the heavy leather and steel
which binds it to the wood. I finally finish removing my cloths I can see that
you are turned on, you whole body is flexing in the block, trying to install
some stimulation into you hot little pussy. It is of course futile. The whole
point of tying you this way is to maximize your arousal but removing completely
you ability to satisfy it. I decide it would be fun to make you wait a little
longer for some physical stimulation. I stand over you straddling you. You can't
see me directly now, the strap forcing your head back prevents it. But you can
see the image of the two of us in the large mirror hung on the end wall. In my
hand I have a bottle of oil, I begin to rub it into my body. In the dim light of
the room my naked body glistens, you imagine our bodies sliding together, my
hands caressing you, and you let out a soft moan. I kneel in front of you my
penis is inches from you face I smile as I watch you straining your head to
reach it. My hand strokes your face, tracing a circle about you lips. I dip my
had inside you mouth and then over your lips, moistening them with your saliva.
Finally I take my penis in my hand and slide it into you mouth. The ring forced
so rudely into your mouth makes it impossible for you to refuse my gift, not
that I know you would, but it is humiliating for you and that is important. I
want you to be reminded that as a slave your body is mine to do what I want,
when I want. In a lazy kind of way I slide my penis in and out of you I enjoy
the sensation of your tongue as it tries to coax me into passion. I pour oil
onto you tummy watching it form a pool and then run down in a rivet between you
breasts. Quickly I bring my hand down to stem the flow and disperse it by
spreading it across your breasts in a shining carpet. You have often told me
that you nipples are sensitive to my touch and as my fingers slide over them I
feel you sucking take on a new urgency and passion. I am now feeling my own
passion rise. I press myself against you feeling you breast sliding against me I
run my hands together up you stomach carrying the oil with them. Then down
between your legs probing my fingers deep inside of you. I hear you cries,
muffled and gagged by my prick thrust deep inside your mouth, as passion takes
hold of you. For maybe two minutes I let my hands range over your naked exposed
body until every inch of it glistens with the oil. One hand, however, never
strays far from the centre of your passion, teasing you poor helpless body to
the very edge of orgasm. To let you cum now would indeed be a crime, one for
which I as a your master would be deserving of the same punishment administered
by my salve should I let such a thing happen. No. Your humiliation has only just
begun. With force of will I lift myself from your body. With satisfaction I look
at your pleading eyes and quivering body desperate for the touch of her master.
I am satisfied with my work so far. But what next I ponder? And then the
beginnings of an Idea takes root. I little pain might now be a suitable
contrast. Tell me Carrie have you ever felt the bite of nipple clamps? You know
what to expect now, you have been warned that you will soon feel the bite of
steel on your sensitive nipples. I show you the clamps, not that you need to see
them, you have felt their bite before. But you are a true submissive and the
sight of them makes you wet with fear and anticipation. I can see the fear in
your eyes as you see the bight shiny clips, with their rows of sharp teeth and
strong springs holding them shut, the heavy weights attached to them swing
slowly before you eyes. I will use this knowledge as the basis of the next stage
of your ordeal. I will first heighten your arousal by removing your power of
sight. Your loss of vision will magnify your sense of touch and also increase
your feelings of utter helplessness in my presence. After I have fitted the
clamps to you trembling naked body I shall rape you as you lay prone and
helpless bound before me. And your final humiliation will be being forced to beg
and plead to be allowed to cum as a take my pleasure from you. I begin to wrap
the soft cloth of the blindfold around your head. The last image you see as the
cloth covers your eyes is of the two stainless steel clips with their sharp
teeth & teardrop shaped weights. You are now blind. Every second you expect to
feel the sharp pain as the tiny teeth bite into your tender flesh. The
expectation is driving you wild, I watch your naked body shake and quiver in
trepidation. I decide to let you suffer like this for a while, for I am now
fascinated by your transformation and I wish to take time to fully appreciate my
creation. I marvel at the contrast of your pale skin and soft curves of your
body against the brutal strength of the block to which you are bound. Your skin
shines, reflecting what little light is in the room. The oil covering your body
highlights the muscles of your legs, abdomen, and neck, I watch as they strain
against the straps which bind them to the block. I take time to admire the shape
of your figure as it lays before me, the way your body arches backwards, it
looks so helpless and vulnerable. The openness of your legs and mouth invite me
to quench my passion inside of you, how can I refuse such an offer. But refuse I
must, there is still the matter of your humiliation to consider. I want to watch
you writhe on the block, a slave on heat, begging me to let you cum. I reach out
and gently grasp a nipple between my fingers. In your present supra sensual
state of arousal the effect is electric, your body bucks and squirms and you let
out a strangled cry. I now stroke the inside of your thigh, gently, hardly
touching your skin. I watch with amusement as your leg muscles twitch and strain
trying to force my hand against you. I work your body slowly taking exquisite
care in how I touch you. I decide to touch you nipple again. This time I laugh
out loud as once again your body explodes into movement fuelled by fear passion
and desire. The tension is becoming unbearable for you, every time I touch your
nipple you expect to feel the sharp pain of the clip biting into it and you loss
control of your body. I now feel my own desire rising again within me, I take
pleasure from your humiliation and you current degradation is igniting my
passion. I call you a slut and a whore as I work my finger inside of you, your
face flushes red with the shame and humiliation. I decide to demonstrate my
power over you by forcing my prick once again inside your mouth. I issue you a
command. "Suck whore" I enjoy for a few minutes the intense pleasure as I work
my prick in and out of your mouth, feeling your tongue caress its tip. You are
good at your task my little whore, I have trained you well. My breathing
quickens and my hands reach out to massage your breasts, pulling at your
nipples. You sense that I am close to orgasm and you redouble your efforts on my
prick. The shame you felt turns to elation as you feel the power that you now
have over me. My heavy breathing turns to gasps as you sense that I am on the
verge of cumming and then without warning I pull my prick from your mouth. There
is a moments silence as you strain your head in confusion, trying to make
contact again with my prick which you had been devouring so avidly seconds
before. Then you scream as you feel the bite of steel into your hyper sensitive
nipples. You scream again as I let the weights drop causing the clips to tear at
your flesh. Your mind struggles to comprehend this change of events and then
with shocking clarity you realize that this is all part of your humiliation. I
have just demonstrated in the most powerful way possible that you are a slave
the sexual toy of the man who bound you naked to this block which has now become
then centre of a world of desire, degradation, and pain. With the weights now
firmly attached to your nipples I turn my attention to that special area
nestling between your legs. I take up my new position kneeling between your
widely spread thighs. Not that you can see this of course, I do not think that
your are aware that I have moved. Your thoughts, I believe, are centered on your
breasts which must now be on fire and the feelings of utter humiliation which
sweep though you very soul. In my hand I hold a large dildo, the shaft has many
concentric ridges running along it, it is drenched with lubricant. I watch your
body stiffen at its first touch and then relax as I let it caress your clitoris.
For some time you enjoy the sensations as it ranges across your most intimate
areas. I do this, of course, not out of desire to give you sexual gratification,
but as a prelude to your final humiliation. When I am satisfied with your state
of helpless arousal I move the dildo down to its final resting place. I sense
your body stiffen as the tip presses against your anus and then a muffled gasp
as I begin to force it in. The diameter of the shaft is wide, and your anus is
forced to stretch, almost painfully, to accept it inside of you. The ridges
along its length causes your sphincter to continually expand and contract as it
passes into you. The sensations are intense. The dildo stops moving. It feels
strangely still, immobile, experimentally you move your body and feel it slide
within you. What you do not know is that I have clamped it to a metal bracket
attached to the block. Any movement that you now make will indeed cause it to
slide against you adding still more to this symphony of pain and pleasure I have
orchestrated for you. It is now time for the final movement of this masterpiece.
I remove the blindfold from your eyes and the ring gag from your mouth, you
blurt out "Please Master, I can't stand it, please let me cum" I say in a quiet
voice. "Beg, I want feel your humiliation." I position myself on top of you,
with my hands pressing down on the wood to support my weight I slowly begin to
fuck you. Each time I thrust into you, your prone and helpless body slides on
the block causing you not just to be raped by me but also by the dildo which is
deep inside your ass. And all the time I hear your voice pleading and begging me
not to stop. The nipple clamps and their attached weights swing like pendulums
as your body rocks back and forth in its obscene torment. In between your
begging I hear your cries of pain as the clamps tear at your flesh. Your skin is
now hot and drenched in sweat as every muscle strains and fights the straps that
bind them to the block. You desperately want to break free so that you can bring
yourself to the climax that you now want more than anything in the world. But
the straps are too strong, you must continue to endure the torment of being
brought to the brink of orgasm again and again, only to feel it slip from your
gasp each time. All you can do is beg me not to stop. You tell me that you are
my whore, my slut, my bitch in heat. You humiliate yourself totally before me
praying that I will take pity on this pathetic slave and end her torment by
giving her the orgasm that she craves. I finally decide to show mercy to you,
your have been punished enough I change the angle of my body, I am now rubbing
against your pussy as I fuck you. I sense a change taking place in your body,
your cries become more desperate, you are once again on the brink of orgasm. I
watch you through the haze of my own passion as your body writhes beneath me in
wild abandon. Your head strains against the harness which forces it back, I see
the straps biting into you beautiful face which is now a picture of uncontrolled
desire. From your mouth streams a collection of words and cries so jumbled as to
be meaningless. With a final thrust I push you over the brink, you cum. With the
last of your strength you greet the orgasm as it rushes through you, for a few
brief seconds you body is frozen as every muscle in you reacts to the climax.
And then you slump back your energy totally spent. I continue to fuck you for
another minute until I too cum and then finally rest. I move in front of you and
order you to clean my prick in you mouth. You hardly have the strength to move
your head, but you try hard nevertheless. I will leave you now for a short while
to contemplate your punishment, so that I may wash and dress. When I return I
will release you from the cruel clamps and the humiliation of the dildo, which
is still thrust deep inside of you. I will then wash you gently as you continue
to lay bound and naked before me, like I would a prized animal. Finally after I
have dried you I will untie the straps and cuffs which hold you in their embrace
and you will crawl to me and kiss my feet in gratitude. End.
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