I Told you It Would Hurt (F/F, D/s, BD, Humiliation, Toys, WaterSports, Consensual) by leggs4eve 2012 ============================================================================ I Told you It Would Hurt Chapter 1 ============================================================================ This has to quick, I thank you all for your kind words. I can summarize the events between having the collar locked around her neck and me making her beg for release yesterday.
As she stood there in my garage, trembling with excitement and perhaps a little fear, I gathered her things and led her into my home by the ring on the front of collar. I led her to the middle of my living room and unlocked her cuffs. "Strip for me sweetie." I instructed. She began to pull her clothes off as if she going to bed. "Stop." I turned on the music by remote and searched for something with a little rhythm and few words. "Now sweetie, strip for me. Don't just get naked, that is a command all of its own." She caught my meaning and did a very sensual dance as her clothes fell about her on the floor.
I had to give her credit for maintaining her balance while dancing in the dark of the hood in a place she has never seen. I was becoming happier with my new found prospect by the minute.
Standing there in the nude she tried to cross her wrists to shield her puss
from view. I left her standing while fetched a crop, a dildo, nipple clamps, and some rope. She was standing exactly as I left her. A sharp slap of the crop across her ass made her yelp. "Your hands are never to conceal what you have asked me to own. Do you want Me to OWN you?"
"I do." "Uncover my pussy. Cross your wrists in the small of your back, elbows bent so that your hands, which are to remain open and palms out, never
conceal that ass which you also wish me to own. Is that not correct?" I emphasized my directions with guiding taps of the crop's leather tongue. The strikes were gentle but each one drew a gasp of surprise from sweet, young J... "I do. Yes M... "K...."she replied. "Good girl. Two quick lessons. The first one is about modesty." I kicked her feet apart without be rougher than necessary." You are to be a slave. That means you will be an owned human. This is not a sex game to enhance your sexual experience or spice up your failing marriage.
It is committed bond on both sides of the whip." I gave her a surprise stroke across tender flat belly that made her nearly jump out of her skin. She screamed briefly in shock and pain before I ordered her back into position. "The second one is about pain. I enjoy hurting you but will never harm you. Whether you enjoy pain a little, a lot, or not at all, I don't fully appreciate your pain until it crosses beyond what you enjoy. If you are truly dedicated to the service of rather than the kink you will experience at my hands, you make it you objective to endure far beyond what you think is your limit. You will do this to please me, and in pleasing me you will find satisfaction where your pleasure ends. Do you understand what I have explained to you?" She nodded but I made her vocalize her submission to me.
Then I handed her the dildo. It was slim and curved slightly with a realistic cock head, all my dildos in the slave box have cock heads to magnify the humiliation of the men that I make suck on them. "Lay on the floor with legs spread and your feet up by your ass. I want you knees in the air." She complied very readily, her movements were a bit jerky and her breathing was a little ragged, but when I told her to slide the dildo into her puss, it went in nice and easy into wet, eager pussy.
I like to see that she was as excited as I was. It has been a long time since I broke in a slave from scratch like this. I was much greener and he was filled with more fear than arousal despite his assurance that he really wanted it. Another story. J...began to fuck herself at my command. Not a dry
little in and out poking to comply with her orders, but a full on hip raising grind against the dildo in her hand. "Slow down sweetie, from this day
forward you are to have explicit permission before ever orgasm. Now bury the dildo deep and hold it in with your thighs, that's a good girl. Now put these on." I dropped the nipple clamps on her stomach. I watched with delight as she fumbled with them in the dark and the moment when she realized what she held. "They're a mild pair, made for beginners like you." She tweaked her nipple with one hand before opening the jaws and resting them around it. Slowly she released the clamp and let her air out with it as she did so. I knelt down and stroked her spandex covered face. "You're such a good sweet girl, now do the other one." she did and I directed her to start back in on her self fucking. I pulled the chain lightly as she got back into fucking herself.
Harder I pulled and she let out the cutest little squeak in between pleasure and pain. Her hips bucked and her back arched wildly as I pulled her nipples from one direction to the next, never allowing her to grow accustomed to one discomfort or the other. When it seemed as if she had come to terms with the new pain
I was putting her through I changed everything for her.
I brought the crop down sharply on her body. "I want you to cum now slave."
I commanded. At hearing herself addressed as "slave" she seamed to find new vigor and devotion to my wishes. She ground and rolled her hips into the silicon cock like it was her lover. When her wild gyrations increased the pull on her nipple chain, she would hold at the brink of pulling them from her tender nipples and roll her body to alternate the level of pain she was inflicting on herself. I was REALLY liking this girl more and more. So I hit her again with crop, but this time I didn't stop at one. I hit her again and again telling what a lovely surprise she was, coaching her to follow the pain and to breath, always breath right I told her. Don't let it get away from you, full steady breaths. I hit her harder and more regularly as I spoke to her. Through clinched teeth she howled little puppy howls of pain and pleasure, then a deep heavy grunt and only a squeak found its way out between clinched teeth. She arched her back so hard that the nipples clamps popped loose at the same time. The sudden blood rush into her nipples brought with it a wave of new pain that mingled with her orgasm. I let her ride it out for the full five minutes of orgasm and post orgasmic shudders. I lay down behind her and spooned her closely and told her what a beautiful slave she was already becoming as I stroked her face through the sweat damp hood. I took the dildo out and from her after she recovered. I also picked up the rope. Gently , I rolled her onto her belly and tied hands behind her, wrist to wrist and I wove it up all the way to her elbows before tying if off to the collar. I made it tight, her elbows were almost touching, in a few weeks she will be limber enough to cinch them all the way.
"Up." I ordered as I helped her to her feet. "Do you know what's next?" I
asked her casually.
"No K.." she replied groggily as though she had just woke from a dream. I walked through the house and down into my over clichéd basement dungeon. "I told you that from now on you must have expressed permission before you have an orgasm, and girl, did you ever have an orgasm." We had reached the bottom of the stairs and subterranean coolness washed over the both of us. " On the floor.
On your belly." I watched her obey. I knew she was going to forget to ask before cumming, they always do the first time. Another length of rope and I had her bound from the top of her calves to her ankles with enough left over to secure them up behind her to her wrists. It took another length (I really like rope and use a LOT of it. Besides, it spreads the pressure out further to allow for longer periods of restraint)with this piece I wrapped it at the joint between hand and foot and looped it the through an overhead pulley.
I lifted her up until she was at very unpleasant curve, only her belly was on the floor to support the majority of her weight. A little excess rope allowed me to wrap several lengths from the center of her hogtie to around her head, in her mouth to be specific. I liked this very much as it not only wrenched on body further, but it prevented her from closing her mouth, which meant it wouldn't be long before she soaked the spandex hood with her own drool. She moaned as I finished up my knot work. "These clamps." I said as I grabbed a pair with a much heavier spring and plastic teeth as opposed to the softer rubber tips." will hurt more than the last ones." I used the adjuster screw to take of some of the pressure to be used later. I put them both on at once as she rocked helplessly on her belly. "I told you it would hurt." I grabbed the baby monitor and went up stairs, leaving her alone with her pain and discomfort while she replayed her first real slave experience in the cool, quiet, darkness.
PS: Her blood tests came back good today! She is still in physical training
so that I can expose her to heavier degrees of bondage without being irresponsible to her well being.
Told you It Would Hurt Chapter 2 ============================================================================ Hello, how was your weekend? Mine was incredible. Early last week I accepted beautiful, young, and inexperienced J... into my home and service. Within her first few hour of service she was down in my dungeon, bent into a taut hogtie with her weight bearing on her belly while her wrist and ankles were pulled up tightly behind her and pulled up by a pulley towards the floor joists above us. To add a little extra hardship to her situation, I wrapped row upon row of rope around her spandex hooded head and in between teeth, forcing her mouth open and her back to where her wrists and ankles met. With her back so beautifully arched, her firm tits thrust forward, begging for attention which I gave in the form of a nice strong pair of plastic teethed nipple clamps.
She hissed as they bit into her tender flesh. Nipple torment has the wonderful quality of having a cumulative effect and she was still tender from the rough play we had shared upstairs. The difference was that upstairs I was hurting her for fun, this was the beginning of her first punishment, this would set the tone for our relationship as Mistress and slave. Despite me telling her cum, she had not asked for permission after I told her that she was to never cum with permission. She failed to ask and now I had my first reason to put her in her place. I liked her, and she seemed to adore me. But it is very important that she not mistake this as a friendship. I may one day grow to love her, but that will not change that this is an ownership, not a friendship.
I may, and already do to some small degree, grow to respect her and admire her qualities, but make no mistake - I will be admiring MY slave. My property. A possession that was once a fully independent person that is to become a well trained slave that despite her own opinions and feelings, likes or dislikes, she will be programmed to accept and need my control. She will be hurt when ever I choose to hear her moan or beg, when she displeases or disobeys me, or just when it pleases me. She must first be conditioned to fear being punished and to be humbled to the point that she forgets to even consider questioning my word or decisions.
She had shown a taste for pain upstairs, but as I watched her twist and pull at her bonds, it became apparent that the discomfort of the hogtie was not something she liked. I watched her as she tried to find comfort, or at least ease from the strain, as she relaxed as much as possible. At one point she seemed to have found a Zen like state as she submitted her will to the hopelessness of her situation. For five minutes she simply sagged against the rope and breathed in an easy, steady rhythm. My answer to this was to approach quietly and twist the screws that held back the pressure on her nipples. Two, three turns on each and the teeth bit deeper into her flesh. She whimpered loudly and when I pulled hard on the chain between them she cried out wordless sounds of shock, surprise, and pain. The more she cried out the harder I pulled. First I stretched her abused nipples straight out from her bent body. He pain came out in one long monotone of despair. I reached for the rope between the pulley and the anchor, giving it a hard pull, adding further stress to her limbs and her neck. I released the steady pressure on her nipples and began to jerk from left to right and up and down. She was helpless to make any attempt to follow my pull to try and lessen the pain. She cried unintelligible sounds that were suppose to be words around the rope gag as it bit further into her cheeks and jaw every time I leaned into the anchor rope the partially suspended her.
"Does it hurt?" I teased her. Her barely perceivable nod and poorly enunciated sounds were as close to `yes' as she could manage. I let up on nipple
chain which she thought she was thankful for until I unscrewed the pressure on the clamps all the way in three more fast turns. She cried and twisted as I released the anchor rope and crossed the room for a thin cane and an inflatable butt plug. When I returned I untied the rope from its point of anchor and allowed her to collapse to the floor. With the clamps still on I don't think it was the favor she first expected it to be. she squealed and tried to role to her side to take the weight off the wicked clamps.
"No you don't. Not tell I'm and done with this part of the game." I rolled her side to side to alternate the pressure from tit to tit for several minutes.
She began to actually cry and sob sooner than I expected, With one hard shove I rolled her all the way to her back. "Do you want them off?" I teased as I pulled lightly on the chain. she nodded vigorously, so I asked her again in a sing song voice, "Are you sure sweetie?".
Again she nodded. It is too bad they are only this naive for such a short time I thought as I yanked the clamps off with one quick jerk. Her first cry was utterly soundless as she gulped in air in dismay. I sat down on her before her whole body contorted like a worm on a hook as the pain of sudden blood flow wracked from her core to every nerve ending in her body. "Here baby, let me rub them better."
I rolled her nipples roughly between my thumb and finger causing more blood
to flow and with it more pain. This fun only lasted for a few glorious minutes before the normal flow of blood resumed and the intense pins and needles moments were passed. She calmed down to a deep heavy breathing rhythm while gently massaged her tits. "Better, love?"
I whispered in her ear as I lay across her body. A gentle nod was all she could manage. I untied the rope/ makeshift gag and for the first time in and
hour she was given a semblance of control of her own body, her hands and ankles remained connected and I knew that I would have to release them soon as she was not physically prepared for long periods of strenuous bondage. I pet her naked torso and rubbed her puss until she forgot about her discomfort and tried to grind back against my hand. I straddled her and picked the nipple clamps back up while she stared back up at me, still inside the darkness of the hood. So trusting and delicate that I would have thought twice if I weren't such a sadistic BITCH. I chuckled inside as I lowered the open jaws over her nipples yet again, this time they were turned sideways to get a bite into new flesh. No sooner had I released them, still unscrewed to allow maximum bite, before she howled out in pain. I stood up as her begging began. "OWWWW! GOODDDD! Please nooooo! Ow, take them off Please, PLEASE, PLEEEAAAASE!!!!"
She thrashed as she begged and I just stepped on stomach. " NO WORDS SLAVE!" I emphasized each syllable with strip from the wickedly thin cane. It was called the Willow Whip and with good reason. It is no wider then its namesake yet it remains ridged enough to strike with and flexible enough to wrap around the tender flesh of her thighs.
She howled again and again I whipped her until after fifteen welts or so she got the message and only made animal sounds and spoke not a word as I applied very well spaced strikes, giving her time to process the pain before giving another trophy mark to remember her first whipping by. Twenty minutes and thirty stripes later, she found sub-space. That point when all you know is surrender and the inner peace that comes with it. The pain is still yours, yet it feels far off and slow in getting to you. she limply accepted the last two welts with little more than a sharp gasp.
I eased the clamps from her nipples and rolled her onto her stomach to release the hogtie and to free her legs. Her arms remained bound and would for still quite some time.
I helped her to her feet and guided her as she took the dozen or so wobbly steps to get to the wet corner of my dungeon. A slightly raised and tiled corner of the basement where I have water and drainage installed. Here I set her down on her ass and kicked her legs apart. She was still drifting in between here and there, I decided not to spoil it for her. I wanted her first punishment to be memorable on several levels. Including humility. As she leaned back against the tiled wall I stepped out of my jeans and underwear, I walked up and straddled her face and shoulders, holding on to her hair through the fabric hood. "Breath in." I told her as I ground my own wet pussy into her face. " Again" I ordered after she responded. "Hold your breath." She obeyed and made no move to disobey as I pissed on her spandex covered face. She accepted the degradation without any resistance as I emptied my bladder and thoroughly drenched her hood. " Lay down and wait." she did while I retrieved the butt plug. I gave it a little squirt of lube and pushed her onto her side. "Relax and don't move." Again she obeyed, making only the slightest of whimpers as I twisted and coaxed the plug into her virginal asshole. She made a contented murmur as it slid into its home with the narrow neck barley stretching her open. I picked up the cane but doubted I would need it. I placed the bulb into one of her bound hands behind her back. "Squeeze the bulb." she only hesitated for a second before squeezing. I know she felt the plug enlarge inside her ass. "Again slave." Again she obeyed. The absolute control I had over her was euphoric. "Get on your stomach and with each stroke you will pump once. Do you understand slave?"
"I do Mistress." she answered meekly but without hesitation. I hit with minimal force as to just sting but leave no mark, she had enough, for now. Some of the dozen strikes landed on the tender bottoms of her feet. Each strike was followed immediately by the rush of air as she squeezed obediently, even when it became clear that the plug was growing to an uncomfortable proportion.
"Relax and enjoy you helplessness. Enjoy feeling the inside of your ass being stretched as your arms ache more and more and the welts across your body
really make their presence know. Enjoy the smell of piss on your face and anticipate the sound of my heels when I return and allow you to taste what you can only smell for now. And find joy in knowing that now you are my slave and I am your Mistress. and from now on you will address me as such regardless of where we are. Do you understand slave."
"Yes Mistress." she answered, and added so beautifully, "and thank You Mistress."
Told you It Would Hurt Chapter 3 ============================================================================ Upstairs I made some nice hot tea while listening to my sweet new slave on the baby monitor. Half an hour later I could hear her muffled whimpers as she tried in vain to find comfort with her arms pinned behind her, perhaps I should consider putting in the closed circuit camera, but there is definitely something about building a visual of the scene in my dungeon based solely on what I hear. Her first little cry for mercy meant she was near the end of her rope, figuratively that is.
Pushing someone to their physical limits is a great way to enjoy the limits
of their submission. But I also enjoy pushing their mental limits, and finding out how far they are prepared to push it for the sake of pleasing me or simply to escape further punishment. Either way, it is good to bend another to my will. As I added a little food coloring and vinegar to the salt water before warming it up in the microwave. I changed from my summer top and underwear and into a nice latex short dress, which takes much longer than you probably realize. I put on some strappy heals and picked up some rubber wrist and ankle cuffs along with a small special headed driver to turn the four special set screws.
Down the stairs I sauntered before clicking my way towards my helpless human toy. "Up on your knees slave." I called out to her.
She had slumped onto her side in her attempt to find comfort. I watched in amusement as she struggled back to her knees the waited with her head up as I approached, the two cup Pyrex pitcher near full with warm "piss". I leaned her head down and unlocked the buckle to her collar before removing it
and then the piss soaked spandex hood as well. She had been left for nearly a full hour after I wet it for her, it had long since grown cold.
With her face uncovered she blinked at the brightness of the light even though it was hardly bright at all down here. As her eyes adjusted she took quick glimpses of me, showing both arousal and shame written across her face. "It's time. Face up, mouth open." I told her. She seemed less than happy
about being made to drink my piss, but still she obeyed without question. " Once this is done we will clean you up and give you your first set of house cuffs.
You have to earn the collar through obedience, as you have shown today, Ready?" I asked her as I stepped up beside her took her by the hair, forcing her to look up at me. A little nod was her only indication." Open your mouth and do not swallow until I tell you to." She leaned back, took a deep breath, opened her mouth nice and wide while closing her eyes. How sweet. I slowly filled her mouth from the pitcher of yellow colored vinegar salt water, still just about as warm as piss from the body. When it touched her tongue she visibly recoiled, but held her position as ordered. I made her hold an entire mouthful of my "piss" as she slowly gave herself five more pumps of the bulb which enlarged the butt plug in her ass. I circled her slowly while tapping her body here and there with the leather tongue of the crop I had picked up.
She flinched from the blows even though they weren't very hard. The poor thing had been tied up for over three hours now and was undoubtedly eager for
relief. "Swallow."
I commanded. She did, hesitantly, but she did. I told her that as long as the piss is warm it has natural antibiotics in it that keep it from being harmful to the human body, and with that in mind we should hurry before her next cup got cold. I untied the rope from her collar and unwrapped her arms, freeing them for the first time in hours. Slowly she brought them in front of her, stiff and achy movements made it clear that I had brought her close to her physical limits.
"Pick up the cup and drink it." I ordered. Her lack of resistance meant she either enjoyed my home made piss brew, or she was well beyond her wish to be stubborn.
I can always find a new limit, something in which she will not so quickly concede. She drank readily and eagerly then showered when directed to do so.
Still wet, as I had offered her no towel, she knelt before me and accepted the cuffs gratefully. Simple black rubber with red trim and a single "D" ring on each. The set screws were in nice and tight and without the right driver they were not coming out. She had no way of knowing that a braided stainless steel cuff was wrapped in the sheath of rubber and that these would not simply cut off if she chose to remove them.
I took her upstairs and walked her through her list of chores and duties, I
had work the next day and would need to restrain her so that leaving was not an option but she would still be able to work. For now I was enjoying teasing her as she walked in silence behind my latex covered ass as I led her from room to room in my heels and used the crop as a pointer.
After her tour I led her to the kitchen where she started my dinner. All the while she wore the inflated plug in her ass.
As I ate I gave her permission to remove the plug and wash out her hole for
me. When she returned she silently knelt beside my chair replying simply " yes Mistress" when I asked if her ass was ready for me.
Upstairs in my room I slowly took her in the ass. It was indeed her first ass fucking and I took her real slowly with my feeldo;..a strapless strap-on
that has a bulb on the driving end that I held inside me by flexing the muscles in my puss. It takes a little longer to cum than it would if I were on the receiving end of the cock portion of my dick, but I still ground out two satisfying orgasms while my sweet pet gritted her teeth and learned to accept being fucked in the ass. It's a lesson ALL slaves should be familiar with.
So that is how our first day together as Mistress and slave ended. The cuffs have not yet been removed and she has yet to earn the matching collar. I put her to bed each night as if she were a fugitive and likely to run away. Most often I simply use leg irons to connect wrists and ankles on either end of the chain. One night I did lock all four cuffs together with one leg cuff and used the other secure her to a floor ring in the dungeons wet room. She had become too comfortable and was acting way to familiar with me. I locked her to the wet room floor and pissed on her before going to bed and twice more during the night and again in the morning. I think she felt vindicated that her test result all came back favorable and thought that we would progress into a more lover stage our relationship rather than deeper into her slavery.
She has much to learn and the clean bill of health has now made her a good candidate to learn how to properly eat my puss. The life of a slave is not all as exciting as I think she thought it would be. Her initial contract with me is only for three months, the second is for four followed by a five month contract. At the end of the first year is either a one year contract or they are gone, if a year into a relationship doesn't inspire a slave to sign on for another year then it is best to split company. Most don't sign on for the third contract. Contract number two comes with several piercings and number three is sealed with a small tattoo. But for now it is nice to have her in my house and in my bed, never wearing more than the four cuffs I have given her, always just a snap away from kneeling at my feet with that beautiful ass aimed right at me. I think I will have her give you her side of the story, mostly for my curiosity as to how those first few days were for her.
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