worthless lil painslut

my submissive life
2006-01-16 03:21:06 (UTC)

The Stranger

Master devised a completely new torment for me. He
arranged for a stranger to spend the evening with me,
alone. He apparently knew the stranger, but I did not.
Master left us alone in the house. He left me with an
earpiece so I could hear whatever he said. Master then
watched us via closed-circuit video feed. The
particularly devious part was that Master would whisper in
my ear piece was the stranger was to do to me, and I had
to relay Master’s orders to the stranger. No matter how
much pain or humiliation it may cause me, I had to relay
Master’s orders verbatim or suffer even more severe
consequences.

I was alone when the stranger arrived. I greeted him as
instructed fully dressed. “Hello Sir. Won’t you please
come inside?” He does.

I relay Master’s words. “My Master says that I am to
address you as Sir. If at any point during the evening I
forget to address you as Sir, you are to smack me once,
hard, across the face. If I realize after the fact that I
forgot to address you as Sir, I will confess it to you
immediately and request the slap. Additionally, you may
call me painslut, or any other name you deem appropriate
Sir.”

“Very well.”

“My Master suggests that if you desire a beverage, you
order me to fetch it now, Sir.”

“Not necessary. I am eager to get started.”

“Yes Sir. My Master says you should have me strip for you
Sir. And to make it as humiliating as possible for me,
perhaps by commenting on any way in which my body
displeases you. He also wants you to give my five swats
with the paddle in between each item of clothing I
remove. The paddle is on the table next to the sofa, Sir.”

The stranger sits on the couch. “Come stand in front of
me painslut.” I obey. “Take off your shoes and touch
your toes.” I obey. He walks over with the paddle.

“I am to count each swat, Sir.”

SLAP. “One Sir. SLAP. “Two Sir.” SLAP. “Three Sir.”
SLAP. “Four Sir.” SLAP. “Five Sir.” The stranger hits
almost as hard as Master.

“Now stand up cunt, and remove your dress.” I obey. He
stands close and takes his time staring at my body before
speaking again. “I am surprised your Master treats you so
well. If I had a fat pig like you I’d wouldn’t be so
kind. Now I want you to oink as you count each swat.”

“Yes Sir.” With each stroke I oink like a pig. The
process is continued until I stand before the stranger
totally nude and vulnerable.

“My Master says you should pinch my nipples hard Sir.” He
reaches out with both hands and grabs my nipples tightly,
then begins squeezing. I repeat Masters words as I hear
them and order the stranger to pinch harder. Even though
I am already near screaming I again command him “harder
Sir.” Until finally, “You may stop now if it pleases you
Sir, or continue until it does.” It pleases him to pinch
them even harder for another minute or so.

“Thank you Sir. My Master now wishes you to take me down
to the dungeon. He suggests you have me fetch the riding
crop so you can whip my back, legs, and ass as I walk down
to the dungeon Sir.”

“Then do it cunt.” I crawl and bring back the riding
crop, carrying it in my mouth. I present it to him. I
then stand and lead the way down to the dungeon. He makes
liberal use of the crop, smacking my ass and thighs
repeatedly along the walk.

As we arrive in the dungeon, Master commands again. “My
Master wants you to know that I get too much pleasure from
having my fat ass smacked and much less pleasure from
prolonged tit torture, Sir. As such My Master would like
you to focus on my ugly tits this evening. He would like
you to begin by attaching the alligator clamps and chain
to my nipples, then leading me around the room by the
chain like a leash, Sir. He suggests you blindfold me and
tie me up to have more fun with it.”

The stranger ties my wrists and elbows behind me; puts me
in 5” stiletto heels; fastens the chain to my nipples; and
pulls me around the dungeon. He yanks hard on the chain
to make me walk faster in the heels and I almost
fall. “Master says if I am clumsy enough to fall during
the walk, you are to punish me by having me lay flat on my
back and whipping my stomach with the cane Sir.” He pulls
me harder and faster, clearly wanting me to fall and earn
the penalty. I do not.

Eventually he bores and demands to know what is
next. “Master says you deserve to use the cane anyway and
says I should bend over with my legs wide, hold my ass
cheeks open, and allow you to use the cane directly on my
asshole, Sir.”

The stranger takes the cane and I assume the position. He
swings the cane down hard on my ass crack and I shout in
pain. He does it twice more while I hold the position.
After, I stand and thank him.

“My Master now says you should lock me in the stocks,
Sir.” I find it so embarrassing to have to speak each
torment that is to befall me. It is odd to be giving the
orders myself and yet still have no control over them.
The stranger locks me in the stocks. My wrists and neck
trapped between the wood.

“My Master says to attach the spreader bar as well Sir.”
He locks the spreader to my ankles and extends the
bar. “My Master says this will not cause me enough
discomfort and to extend it further Sir.” Master has it
open it far enough so he knows my legs will be aching.

“My Master wants you hang weights on the chain Sir.” The
stranger begins adding weight to the chain on my nipples.
After a few weights, I let out a small “ouch.” He pauses,
but Master speaks again. “My Master says you are to
ignore my whining and hang another 3 weights, Sir.” He
does and my nipples begin to burn.

“Sir, my Master would now like you to please use the
violet wand on my undeserving body.” I inform him wear to
find the wand and how to turn it on. Master has me
instruct him which areas to zap. He has me repeatedly
tell the stranger to increase the strength so each zap
makes me scream. Master has me tell him to focus on my
clit, asshole, and nipples. The torture continues for
several minutes. “Master says you should hold it on my
clit for a full 10 seconds Sir. And that I should count
the 10 seconds and to start over if I mess up the
counting.” He obeys. I screw up the counting twice
before I get it right. I’m crying.

“Master says you should now remove the alligator clamps,
Sir.” He does and I scream again as the blood returns to
my nipples. I choke back my tears so I can continue
repeating Master’s commands. “Sir, Master now says you
should tie rope around the base of each of my tits so they
balloon up and turn purple.” He does. “My Master says
you should take dildo bar and attach it to the spreader
bar. He says you should then raise the bar so the dildo
enters my cunt a full 10 inches, Sir. My Master wants you
to know that this dildo is the largest I have ever taken
and will cause me a great deal of pain. It should be
locked in place, Sir.”

The base of the dildo bar clamps onto the spreader, aiming
the dildo at my pussy. The stranger raises the bar
forcing it in my cunt, ignoring my grunts. He locks it in
place. I instinctively stand on my toes, but since the
dildo is attached to the spreader bar, it affords no
relief. I am left squirming with no relief.

I command again over the pain. “My Master says you should
attach the nose hook, Sir. Attach it from my pig-nose to
the top of the stocks so my ugly face is looking up.” He
pulls the nose hook as far back as my neck and nose will
allow it to go.

“Sir, Master now suggests you make liberal use of the
flogger and suggests you focus on my tits, stomach, and
back of my thighs.” He takes the heavy floggers and lays
in to me. A full 15 minutes of flogging until my whole
body is glowing pink.

Master’s next order makes me shudder. “My Master now
wants you to reattach the alligator clamps to my nipples,
Sir. Master says to again hang all the weight on the
chain.” He does, without paying any attention to my
crying. I can barely talk now because of the pain. “M-M-
M-Master n-n-now wants you to swing the weights and slap
my t-t-tits, S-S-S-Sir.” He appears to enjoy watching my
face cringe and hearing me scream as he toys with the
weights and slaps my tits.

After a while, Master commands anew. “Sir, my Master
doesn’t want you to be forced to listen to my pathetic
sniveling any longer. He wants you to set the dildo on
the highest level of vibrate. This will cause me extreme
pain. You should then put the ball-gag on me and leave me
alone in the dungeon. You should feel free to fix
yourself a drink and watch some TV upstairs. You are not
to return down here and remove the gag for between 15 to
45 minutes. Sir.” I immediately begin to cry as I
realize I will be left suffering with the nipples weights
and massive vibrator for up to 45 minutes. The stranger
takes no notice as he attaches the gag and sets the dildo
on the highest setting. He watches me shake and listens
to me groan into the gag for a minute, before leaving me
suffer alone.




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