The Punishment Room (Part two)
The Punishment Room
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I slid my arm around Helen & pushed down on the door handle to the room, the door swung open to reveal what would ordinarily be a nicely decorated pitched roof attic room. It had a crisp white ceiling with four large Vellore windows spaced evenly apart, the pitched ceiling met with the scarlet red coloured walls, down to the glossy white skirting boards onto a deep cherry wood floor. At one end was a large black steel framed double bed with only a simple white cotton sheet to cover the mattress. At the end of the bed were two small white crosses painted on the floor. I leaned into Helen & said in a low tone “ do you see the two crosses on the floor by the bed slave?”, she gurgled a muffled reply in her gag & nodded, “good” I continued “adopt this exact position with each foot on one cross”, I then slapped her across the ass. She moved quickly, the chain on her nipple clamps jingled noisily as she moved. I stepped into the room & closed the door behind me.
I walked up behind her & cracked my crop across the back of her legs; I growled “tiptoes bitch! Get on your tiptoes!!” she instinctively rose up onto her toes & pulled her elbows back.
I moved around her side & sat on the black steel crossbar at the end of the bed in front of her, I looked her in the eyes; she lowered her gaze from mine. I swished my crop around the air & explained to her In a stern matter of fact tone of voice “the floor is highly polished, you will struggle to remain in position because your stocking covered feet will want to slide apart, this is done on purpose; it is designed so you have to work hard to remain in position. This is known as position number one. You will adopt position number one whenever I wish or if another dominant male or female enters the room, is that clear slave?” Again Helen gives a muffled reply & nodded her head.
I continue in my matter of fact manner, “to your right is a full length mirror, it is angled so I can see both your front & back from my seat behind you. This has an additional use, you can see yourself as you submit fully to me, although what you will be seeing is you mostly drooling & shaking whilst you are being punished. You wouldn’t want to miss that now would you slut?” Again she muffled a reply & shook her head from side to side in agreement.
I continued, “behind you is a cherry wood desk & chair, there are a number of items within the desk that I will use on you. You are not allowed to complain or resist against anything I produce from the drawers within that desk. If you do, the punishment will continue until you have fully committed to your subservience, only then will you appreciate what I am trying to achieve with you here…… Is that clear?” Again she nodded in conformity.
I stood & watched her struggle for a few moments…. Helen was wobbling at the knees & a little line of clear drool fell from the corner of her pretty mouth & formed a silky clear line of glossy spit across the top of her chest.
I could feel my cock pushing hard against the fly of my jeans.
I moved from my seated position on the cross bar of the bed & marched around behind her, I took a couple of steps away, turned back on my heels & faced her back. I then continued talking in a firm manner, “Slave, turn around & lay on your back”, Helen did so without question. Once she had done as I’d asked I continued in the same firm tone, “now place your hands to the back of your knees & bring them to your chest, ensure you keep your legs apart… wider apart, WIDER SLUT!! DON’T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE!”.. I yelled as she did as I asked. Then in a calmer tone, I said “good, now arch your back & stick your beautiful clamped tits out” again she complied immediately. Continuing on I said “this is known as position number two, you will adopt this position whenever I wish & without question. Again it is not a comfortable position; it is not designed to be! If you slack or rest in this position I can make it far more uncomfortable for you… DO YOU UNDERSTAND SLUT?” A muffled reply & Helens gagged mouth bobbing up & down confirmed my order had been understood.
Leaving her in position two I walked over to my deep, comfortable high back leather chair near the entrance to the room, I sat down, relaxed, admired the view & thumbed over the head of my hard cock buried in my jeans.
After a short while I stood up & moved to the desk, I slid open one of the top drawers & pulled out a couple of black leather items. I slammed the drawer closed with a loud bash & quickly marched over to Helen. I stood above her & glared down at her sweet face. I held out a thick black leather belt with a single black strap hanging freely from it. Attached to the leather strap dangled two quite large black rubber cocks. Sarcastically I said to Helen “It seems you have a desire for black cock… So I have got you a little present” I dropped the cock harness by her side & continued in my sarcastic tone, “put it on cock slut, you need to get in practice..” I then turned & walked back to my seat to watch the show.
Helen sat up a little wearily, picked up the harness with her right hand & examined it briefly. I leaned forward in my chair & said firmly “quickly slut, we haven’t got all fucking day!!”. Helen moved to her knees & arranged the belt in front of herself. She slipped the thinner strap between her legs, gripped the first black rubber cock & with a muffled groan & a squirm of her sexy hips she pushed the cock deep into her wet cunt.
I leaned further forward & grinned, thinking to myself “oooh, now comes the hard bit heh!”. Helen placed one hand in front & one behind, both gripping the base of the second black rubber cock. All the while groaning in either pleasure or pain (I didn’t care which) she snaked her hips to accommodate the cock into her ass. Panting hard she picked up the thick black belt, placed it around her waist & did up the buckle on the front. As soon as she had managed to push the leather strap of the belt through the clasp I stood up & walked over to her.
Helens head had dropped, she was already exhausted & we had barely started. I squatted down in front of her & stroked her hair softly; I then grabbed at the chain connecting her nipple clamps to the collar & said gently “ here… let me help you up”. I stood up steadily pulling on the chain attached to the clamps on her nipples as I went. Helen squealed & protested behind the gag but all that did was make me laugh.
I released my grip once she was standing in front of me. Her chest was rising & falling quickly as she tried to catch her breath beneath the gag. I stood back & cracked my crop against her thigh “POSITION ONE BITCH!” I growled loudly through gritted teeth, she immediately responded & adopted the position. I leaned in close to her now rosy flustered cheeks & in a soft tone said “let me buckle up that strap for you… I can’t abide loose ends flapping about”. I deftly unbuckled the thinner front strap, pulled it up tight & quickly rebuckled it; again I could hear muffled protests from Helen… Again I didn’t give a shit.
I stepped back & admired my handy work for a second, then turned & headed back to the desk. From a different drawer I pulled out two sets of black leather cuffs, one slightly larger for ankles, the other slightly smaller for wrists. I threw the ankle ones towards Helens tiptoed feet & grumbled “put those on slave, & keep them clipped together”. I turned & headed back to my seat.
Watching Helen struggling to fasten each leather cuff around each ankle in turn was delicious.. She couldn’t find a position where the two black rubber cocks weren’t pushing deep inside her. I felt the urge to pull out my cock & stroke it as she struggled but resisted.. Why should I do it when I have an errant slut who wishes to learn how to serve.
Within a few minutes Helen had managed to cuff both her ankles. When she was done I said to her unsympathetically “come here slave, come & suck your Masters cock…”
Part three to follow soon.
M.
o
I slid my arm around Helen & pushed down on the door handle to the room, the door swung open to reveal what would ordinarily be a nicely decorated pitched roof attic room. It had a crisp white ceiling with four large Vellore windows spaced evenly apart, the pitched ceiling met with the scarlet red coloured walls, down to the glossy white skirting boards onto a deep cherry wood floor. At one end was a large black steel framed double bed with only a simple white cotton sheet to cover the mattress. At the end of the bed were two small white crosses painted on the floor. I leaned into Helen & said in a low tone “ do you see the two crosses on the floor by the bed slave?”, she gurgled a muffled reply in her gag & nodded, “good” I continued “adopt this exact position with each foot on one cross”, I then slapped her across the ass. She moved quickly, the chain on her nipple clamps jingled noisily as she moved. I stepped into the room & closed the door behind me.
I walked up behind her & cracked my crop across the back of her legs; I growled “tiptoes bitch! Get on your tiptoes!!” she instinctively rose up onto her toes & pulled her elbows back.
I moved around her side & sat on the black steel crossbar at the end of the bed in front of her, I looked her in the eyes; she lowered her gaze from mine. I swished my crop around the air & explained to her In a stern matter of fact tone of voice “the floor is highly polished, you will struggle to remain in position because your stocking covered feet will want to slide apart, this is done on purpose; it is designed so you have to work hard to remain in position. This is known as position number one. You will adopt position number one whenever I wish or if another dominant male or female enters the room, is that clear slave?” Again Helen gives a muffled reply & nodded her head.
I continue in my matter of fact manner, “to your right is a full length mirror, it is angled so I can see both your front & back from my seat behind you. This has an additional use, you can see yourself as you submit fully to me, although what you will be seeing is you mostly drooling & shaking whilst you are being punished. You wouldn’t want to miss that now would you slut?” Again she muffled a reply & shook her head from side to side in agreement.
I continued, “behind you is a cherry wood desk & chair, there are a number of items within the desk that I will use on you. You are not allowed to complain or resist against anything I produce from the drawers within that desk. If you do, the punishment will continue until you have fully committed to your subservience, only then will you appreciate what I am trying to achieve with you here…… Is that clear?” Again she nodded in conformity.
I stood & watched her struggle for a few moments…. Helen was wobbling at the knees & a little line of clear drool fell from the corner of her pretty mouth & formed a silky clear line of glossy spit across the top of her chest.
I could feel my cock pushing hard against the fly of my jeans.
I moved from my seated position on the cross bar of the bed & marched around behind her, I took a couple of steps away, turned back on my heels & faced her back. I then continued talking in a firm manner, “Slave, turn around & lay on your back”, Helen did so without question. Once she had done as I’d asked I continued in the same firm tone, “now place your hands to the back of your knees & bring them to your chest, ensure you keep your legs apart… wider apart, WIDER SLUT!! DON’T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE!”.. I yelled as she did as I asked. Then in a calmer tone, I said “good, now arch your back & stick your beautiful clamped tits out” again she complied immediately. Continuing on I said “this is known as position number two, you will adopt this position whenever I wish & without question. Again it is not a comfortable position; it is not designed to be! If you slack or rest in this position I can make it far more uncomfortable for you… DO YOU UNDERSTAND SLUT?” A muffled reply & Helens gagged mouth bobbing up & down confirmed my order had been understood.
Leaving her in position two I walked over to my deep, comfortable high back leather chair near the entrance to the room, I sat down, relaxed, admired the view & thumbed over the head of my hard cock buried in my jeans.
After a short while I stood up & moved to the desk, I slid open one of the top drawers & pulled out a couple of black leather items. I slammed the drawer closed with a loud bash & quickly marched over to Helen. I stood above her & glared down at her sweet face. I held out a thick black leather belt with a single black strap hanging freely from it. Attached to the leather strap dangled two quite large black rubber cocks. Sarcastically I said to Helen “It seems you have a desire for black cock… So I have got you a little present” I dropped the cock harness by her side & continued in my sarcastic tone, “put it on cock slut, you need to get in practice..” I then turned & walked back to my seat to watch the show.
Helen sat up a little wearily, picked up the harness with her right hand & examined it briefly. I leaned forward in my chair & said firmly “quickly slut, we haven’t got all fucking day!!”. Helen moved to her knees & arranged the belt in front of herself. She slipped the thinner strap between her legs, gripped the first black rubber cock & with a muffled groan & a squirm of her sexy hips she pushed the cock deep into her wet cunt.
I leaned further forward & grinned, thinking to myself “oooh, now comes the hard bit heh!”. Helen placed one hand in front & one behind, both gripping the base of the second black rubber cock. All the while groaning in either pleasure or pain (I didn’t care which) she snaked her hips to accommodate the cock into her ass. Panting hard she picked up the thick black belt, placed it around her waist & did up the buckle on the front. As soon as she had managed to push the leather strap of the belt through the clasp I stood up & walked over to her.
Helens head had dropped, she was already exhausted & we had barely started. I squatted down in front of her & stroked her hair softly; I then grabbed at the chain connecting her nipple clamps to the collar & said gently “ here… let me help you up”. I stood up steadily pulling on the chain attached to the clamps on her nipples as I went. Helen squealed & protested behind the gag but all that did was make me laugh.
I released my grip once she was standing in front of me. Her chest was rising & falling quickly as she tried to catch her breath beneath the gag. I stood back & cracked my crop against her thigh “POSITION ONE BITCH!” I growled loudly through gritted teeth, she immediately responded & adopted the position. I leaned in close to her now rosy flustered cheeks & in a soft tone said “let me buckle up that strap for you… I can’t abide loose ends flapping about”. I deftly unbuckled the thinner front strap, pulled it up tight & quickly rebuckled it; again I could hear muffled protests from Helen… Again I didn’t give a shit.
I stepped back & admired my handy work for a second, then turned & headed back to the desk. From a different drawer I pulled out two sets of black leather cuffs, one slightly larger for ankles, the other slightly smaller for wrists. I threw the ankle ones towards Helens tiptoed feet & grumbled “put those on slave, & keep them clipped together”. I turned & headed back to my seat.
Watching Helen struggling to fasten each leather cuff around each ankle in turn was delicious.. She couldn’t find a position where the two black rubber cocks weren’t pushing deep inside her. I felt the urge to pull out my cock & stroke it as she struggled but resisted.. Why should I do it when I have an errant slut who wishes to learn how to serve.
Within a few minutes Helen had managed to cuff both her ankles. When she was done I said to her unsympathetically “come here slave, come & suck your Masters cock…”
Part three to follow soon.
M.
12年前
