by Emmie Combs
Master pushed the blankets aside, exposing my butt to the cool air the fan was generating and his red sueded leather flogger. His fingers caressed my behind for several moments, as he made admiring comments about my butt belonging to him and him alone. I whispered my consent in the form of a "yes, Sir" and my butt, on its own volition, wiggled against his hands. As I started to drift off again, comforted by his caresses, my eyes closed and I gave a little moan, and then "Thwap!" the flogger's leather strands slapped the backs of my thighs, and my moaning turned into a sharp yelp.
Master ordered me to follow him into his bedroom and I obediently followed, climbing up onto his King-sized bed and assuming my position, kneeling with my palms facing upwards on my thighs, my knees opened slightly and my head tilting down. I wanted to take off my glasses, and when they fell, I worried, afraid they might break in our playtime, so I jumped up and leaned over to find them. As cliche as it sounds, I really am blind as a bat without my glasses. As I bent in half, I wasn't thinking of the target I was making of my ass to my Master's hands, floggers, and other creative toys he might be hiding in his leather toy bag. He teasingly spanked me as I looked for my glasses, but seeing my distress over them, he kindly picked them up and put them on the dressing table so that we could resume our play without my worries. What a nice Master!
He shoved me roughly onto my face on his bed and made a big production out of showing me the brown leather Cat. The Cat?! I shudder even thinking about it. The Cat O' Nine tails flogger is our punishment flogger. Whenever sis or I disobey (or when I'm too sassy), he brings out the Cat. Eek! It is not my favorite toy. I lay there worrying about what offense I may have committed and wondering if I should confess. Well, there were a couple times I masturbated without a May I? but those were late at night when everyone was sleeping and I was feeling a little horny, but knew he had to wake up early...Surely, he didn't know about those?
I stayed silent though, not wanting to confess anything that might get me into trouble. He flogged the bed around me, startling me and sending a rush of hotness to my pussy. He then swatted my white behind several times in rapid succession with the Cat, making me yell out a cry and blink away tears. He alternated between whip-like lashes and feather caresses on my entire back, making me alternate between whimpers of pain and sighs of contentment.
He dangled the leather fingers of the cat in the crack of my butt and I arched my hips, raising my butt to his delicious touch. The handle of the cat pushed against my hole and I gave a little moan, but Master did not go further, just teased my greedy little hole. As I squirmed in need, he switched to my favorite red sueded-leather flogger and once again the hard thwacks began anew.
As ecstasy washed over me, sending me reeling, he paused and I heard a sound that makes me wrinkle my nose and think "oh no". I peeked over my shoulder and he was holding two small rubber floggers and spinning them in the air like propellers. He brought them closer and closer to my skin and their stingy slaps felt like bee stings all over my shoulders, my back, my ass, the backs of my thighs, and the bottoms of my feet. I moaned in pain, and he ordered me to spread my legs. I complied and he began to flog my pussy, using the rubber floggers for a while and then switching to the sueded leather. Each flog made me wet and I started to involuntarily rock against the strap, meeting the flogger halfway.
Master dipped the leather strands slowly onto my wet pussy, and then dragged it endlessly, infinitely slowly across my pussy lips, drenching the leather, and making my hips squirm against him. He used the cold metal handle and chain and danced them over my clit. I was desperate for more. I was floating. As I neared my orgasm with the chain on my clit, he pulled away, and gave me a harsh swat with the now-wet flogger. Sting! The pain racked through me as he hit harder and harder and I floated higher up, my eyes drifting closed and my body starting to shiver. I felt stuck in that moment of "half sleep, half waking" that Lysander says in A Midsummer Night's Dream. I was entering sub-space when Master yanked on my hair and said "I'm dripping for you. On your knees, slave!"
I crawled up, on all fours, arching my waist to the position that gives him best access to my pussy, spreading my knees and giving an impatient moan when he pushed just the tip of his cock inside of me and stood still for a moment. He pulled out and used his cock to slap against my clit and I arched more, ready to beg if I had to.
I needed him inside me. He teased me for moments longer, but knowing what I needed, gave a quick thrust into me and started to fuck me. He hits such nice places in this position. I rocked back against him, reveling in each stroke of his cock inside of me. I made fists into the sheets and he grabbed at my hips, pinching the flesh between his fists and controlling each thrust. As an orgasm shuddered through me, I whispered an "I come for you, Master" and he praised me with a "Good girl" and continued to fuck me.
He reached forward and gathered my hair into a ponytail, tightly holding onto my hair with one hand, pulling my head back to an uncomfortable position and making each thrust more savage. My eyes rolled up to watch the ceiling and my neck ached, but the swat of his other hand on my ass focused my pain elsewhere. He slapped my ass as he pulled my hair and rode me hard. Another orgasm ripped through me, but I could barely gasp out that my orgasms belong to him. I was focused on the dual pain of my hair being pulled, my ass being slapped, and my neck in this hyper-extended position. When my wrists started to give out from holding my weight, I used my elbows for support, lowering my chest to the mattress, raising my ass, and allowing him better access.
Without warning, he pushed me on my side, grabbed my thighs and yanked me to the very end of the bed, my butt dangling off, and exasperating my fear of falling. But, he held onto me, using his body as support, and raised each of my legs to his shoulders, entering me again with rough thrusts. I had to stifle a couple giggles when I felt like he was using my legs as ski poles, but then he likes how tight my pussy gets and pulsates when I giggle, so I wasn't too worried about killing the moment. He gave me a couple more waves of orgasms and then pulled out.
He pulled out, without reaching his own orgasm, and walked out of the room. I crawled up onto the pillows and curled up on my side, wondering where he was going, but still shuddering under the effects of the past hour of flogging and fucking.
I was ready to drift off into sleep. Don't you love how a good orgasm, or six or seven, makes you drowsy and floaty? He returned with a Diet Mt. Dew (his fuel) and offered me a sip. He turned the ceiling fan onto a higher setting and as I lay on my side, he climbed behind me and entered me. We got kind of tangled and our sweat and my juices were making us stick to each other. He teased me about us sticking together and then we switched to a different position.
It was time for missionary....but he grabbed my ankles and spread my legs into almost the splits and thrust into me. I was caught between the pain of my thighs and hips stretching and the delight of each thrust. But I didn't want to complain. Complaining might end this delightful experience. As it got to be too much, he knew without being told and moved my legs to another position, straight up against his chest, where my feet were in his face and he could nibble on my instep and bite my toes. His cock seemed to grow as his balls slapped my ass. I said a sassy "Now, your balls are flogging my ass" and he grinned this masculine grin of triumph and conquering hero that I love to see.
He moved my legs again, pushing them into an almost lotus position and reached his hands to my pussy, where his fingers danced on my clit and he took moments to pull on my pussy lips until I gave a cry of pain. He pinched at my lips and clit and thrust into my now-sore pussy and sent me into a wave of orgasms that didn't seem to stop. I became incoherent. Couldn't even get out a sentence, though I tried. "I c-c...ooh, I cum....ooh, nice....oh God....I cum...again...oh Sir ..ooh do that again....harder.....oooh...I c-c-c.....!" He slammed into me again and again and my pussy shuddered in response. He grabbed my wrists and pinned me to the bed, growling now. My pussy was getting sore and I was panting and out of breath and finally beggi
ng for him to cum.
He threatened to pull out and cum on my face, which sent another orgasm through me, and the strokes of my pussy tightening on his cock milked him into his own orgasm and he shot hot cum up inside of me. He came with a shout and several savage grunts. We lay there, him on top of me, still joined, and both of us sweating and breathing hard, my body trembling and him getting this tender grin on his face. After attempting to cuddle and realizing the sweat of our bodies and the wet spots on the bed weren't too comfortable to lay in, we headed to the shower and I washed him thoroughly, and ended up in helpless giggles in our shower as he turned from stern Master to silly adolescent. He says he has a dancer's body and I laugh and tell him to take her out of the trunk before she stinks up his car.
It's now noon, and I didn't get to sleep in; but what a wonderful way to spend my first Sunday away from the church choir...
The End.
More Fun with Dice!
Over the next six months Mistress, true to her word, made sure that I wore the CB-3000 from the moment the dice-determined 'stop' began. It was difficult at first, but eventually I got used to it. I was still let out sometimes, once I was even allowed to cum, but again I think this was just to keep me guessing all the other times. Rest assured I was still teased mercilessly, even when I wasn't allowed out. Mistress would lick my balls and the tip of my cock through the hole at the front of the CB-3000. Sometimes she even sucked my cock while it was inside the device, that was infuriating, to say the least.
Our sessions gradually became lengthier, as Mistress delighted in keeping me on the edge for longer and longer periods. One session lasted almost four hours, and when I finally came it felt like I had just spurted my own weight in spunk! Needless to say, once I recovered I swallowed it all, in fact I couldn't remember the last time I had cum and hadn't eaten it, even between sessions and stops. Mistress liked me to remember that my orgasms always had a price.
After one of these marathon sessions she asked me if I wanted to play another game with the dice. I hesitated for a moment and she raised her eyebrows. That was all it took and I instantly agreed. She smiled and told me that I'd be glad in the long run. She told me that the game would be difficult, but if I was successful I would find a very special reward waiting for me at the end. All I had to do was 'prove myself' and I would be rewarded. She gave me a dice and told me to throw it ten times. I did as instructed and Mistress noted the results down on a piece of paper. 6-4-4-6-2-1-3-1-5-4. As I threw the dice I wondered what they meant this time, I'd scored two sixes, was that good, or bad? I suspected bad...
"Good slave, that's a total of 36. The dice fell quite well for you, you could have scored 60."
My head was swimming, 60 what?
"Now, throw the dice again and hope for a six!"
I threw the dice, it was a four.
"Oh dear, poor slave...still, it could have been worse."
This was driving me nuts now, what the hell did these numbers mean? Mistress looked at me and smiled.
"Well slave, I suppose you are wondering what all these numbers mean..."
"Yes Mistress."
"Well, 36 determines how long the game lasts, or more specifically, how many times you have to make me cum before the game ends."
I nodded, that was not entirely unexpected.
"The other number is the number of times I will allow you the chance to cum during that period. Notice I said 'the chance' to cum, there are no guarantees for you slave."
I nodded again and then chanced a question.
"What will that depend on Mistress?"
She looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, "to tell you the truth slave, I haven't yet decided....nor have I decided how those chances will fall. If only you had scored five slave, then it would have been so much easier, so much neater, you would have got one chance after every six of my orgasms.... Ah well, I'm sure I'll find a way to decide, or maybe I'll just offer them at random."
"Thank you Mistress."
"Oh and one more thing slave, I know this is going to be extremely difficult for you, so I think it would be best if you were kept in your cage for the duration, don't you?"
"If it pleases you Mistress."
And so it began. The first six orgasms took nine days and the day after that Mistress came into the lounge where I was sitting on the sofa. She sat next to me, placed her hand on my groin and leaned close to my ear. Very softly she whispered "Are you ready for your first chance slave?"
"Oh yes please Mistress." I sighed desperately.
She peeled off her top (she wasn't wearing a bra) and straddled my legs, then pushed her gorgeous tits in to my mouth one after another. I sucked on her nipples and flicked my tongue over her soft breasts as my cock tried vainly to swell inside it's prison. She leant down and kissed me deeply, then told me to wait there.
She got off me and walked out of the room, leaving me aching for her to return. When she did I saw she was holding the red leather blindfold we used in our sessions. She straddled me again and as she slid it into place I enjoyed one last glimpse of her beautiful breasts before the light was removed completely. She undid my shirt and let it fall open, dragging her nipples down my body as she moved down onto her knees between my legs. She quickly removed my jeans and boxers, leaving me naked from the waist down, save of course for the CB-3000. She pushed my legs apart and snaked her tongue over my balls, before sucking one of them into her mouth. I groaned loudly and she sucked harder, her tongue flicking over it as it nestled between her soft lips.
Then she sat back on her heels and I felt her place the key in the lock of my chastity device. There was a feint click and then I felt the device being removed. My cock grew to it's full size in a matter of seconds, and Mistress curled her fingers around my swollen, aching meat.
"Mmm, that feels good doesn't it slave?"
I could hardly speak but I managed to croak my agreement. She licked the palm of her other hand and then rubbed it on the tip of my cock. She felt me tense and warned me that I was not to cum unless she gave me permission. Soon she was rhythmically pumping my cock and I was gritting my teeth to try to stay on the right side of the edge.
"Don't cum slave, if you cum now then you will have ruined all your other chances."
"Yes Mistress." I gasped.
"I want you to think slave, I want you to think back to a few minutes ago when I was on your lap and you were worshipping my gorgeous breasts, you love my breasts don't you slave."
"Yes Mistress, they are beautiful."
"Thank you slave, it's always nice to hear it, even though I know you worship every inch of my body."
"I do Mistress."
"Every inch slave?"
"Yes Mistress, every last wonderful inch."
She smiled and then continued "That's good slave, I never tire of hearing that."
"Thank you Mistress."
"So think slave, can you remember what necklace I am wearing?"
"I'm not sure Mistress."
"Oh dear slave..." I could hear her grinning as she spoke "...because all you have to do to be allowed to cum is to describe my necklace and then I'll let you cum. You want to cum don't you slave?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Are you sure slave, you wouldn't rather I just stopped now and let you wait a little longer?"
"No Mistress... please."
She curled the fingers of her other hand around my balls and slowly pulled them down towards the floor.
"So full of cum aren't they slave?"
"Yes Mistress." I moaned.
"Can you remember slave? Can you remember which necklace I'm wearing?"
"I think so Mistress."
"Have you got an answer for me slave?"
"Yes Mistress."
Mistress gripped my cock tighter and increased the pace of her movements.
"Are you getting close slave?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Tell me then slave."
"I think... I think it's the one you
got in Amsterdam Mistress, the one with the different coloured stones."
Mistress didn't tell me one way or another, though I thought I heard a small chuckle escape her lips.
"Get ready to cum slave." She said, sqeezing harder, pumping faster. "Tell me when you are right on the edge."
She didn't have to wait long "Now Mistress."
I felt Mistress's hand continue to pump for another two strokes and then she let go, leaving my cock twitching in mid air. I let out a groan as I realised I had been wrong and then panic as I felt my cock pulsing madly. I had really cut it fine this time.
"Don't cum slave!" She ordered. "Don't cum or you'll regret it!"
I gritted my teeth harder still and clenched my fists as I tried to prevent myself from tipping over the edge. Though I wanted to cum so badly, I knew that doing so this way would be deeply unsatisfying and could cost me another chance to orgasm properly before the game's end. Despite this my cock throbbed madly and I felt the muscles contracting, forcing my hot creamy spunk up the length of my shaft until a single bead of it appeared from the slit in my cock-head. After a few more seconds I regained control and then felt Mistress's finger tip stroke across my cock-head. She raised it to my lips and told me to lick the spot of cum from her skin. I did so and she seemed genuinely impressed.
"That was incredible slave, I am very pleased with you. You must really love your Mistress to show such amazing self-control."
"I do Mistress." I gasped. "I love you with all my heart."
As I made a mental note to perhaps leave myself a little more margin in future I was suddenly overcome with the overwhelming desire to tell my Mistress exactly what I thought of her. I took a deep breath, and then began pouring my heart out.