worthless lil painslut

my submissive life
2009-05-09 04:56:54 (UTC)

Weekend getaway - part 3

After another 10-15 minutes of my filthy pig performance,
Sir dragged me outside to clean me off. “Stand spread
eagle and don’t move.” I obeyed. Sir took a hose and
began to spray me with the cold water. He spent extra time
spraying the water up my cunt. It was very cold but I
wanted to get clean. I just wished he would remove the
nose hook and pig-tail butt-plug; but he didn’t. After a
thorough hosing, I was allowed to crawl back into the
house.

“You’ve already had your dinner, slut. But I haven’t. Go
kneel in the corner, knees spread, hands on your head,
while I eat. While you’re there, you can entertain me by
telling me over and over again what a fat, ugly, pathetic
pig slut you are.”

I crawled into the corner and assumed the instructed
position. While Sir ate, I began to repeat “I am a fat,
ugly, pathetic pig slut” over and over again.

“Louder slut.”

“I am a fat, ugly, pathetic pig slut. I am a fat, ugly,
pathetic pig slut. I am a fat, ugly, pathetic pig slut. I
am a fat, ugly, pathetic pig slut. I am a fat, ugly,
pathetic pig slut.”

I could hear Sir chuckling at me. When he was done eating
he had me follow him, crawling, into the garage. In it was
a sawhorse, the top of which had been rounded a
little. “Straddle it and put your hands behind your
back.” I obeyed. “I’m removing your pig-tail, but don’t
worry, it’s only for a little while. You’ll have it back
in that fat ass of yours for most of our time together.”
He yanked out the plug. He tied my arms behind my back so
they were pulled up against the small of my back. “Up on
your toes, as high as possible.” He then raised the
sawhorse on a set of blocks so that the wooden crossbar was
just touching my pussy. He also chained my ankles so I
couldn’t move them more than a couple of inches. “You’ve
always told me that you wanted to experience riding the
wooden pony. Now’s your chance. As your legs get tired
from being on your toes, you’ll have to lower your cunt
onto the horse. But soon your cunt will be aching and
you’ll rise back up to your toes. Then your cunt and legs
will both be aching and that’s when the fun really starts.
I hope you enjoy yourself. I’m going to go watch TV.”

With that, Sir left me naked and alone, on my tip-toes
above the wooden horse. Because my ankles were chained, I
couldn’t just walk off the horse. Sir was exactly right.
For a while I was able to stay up on my toes, but soon my
legs got tired. I slowly lowered myself down so my body
weight was resting on my cunt on the narrow wooden board.
I didn’t even stay like that a minute before I was back up
on my toes. I greatly underestimated the pain of riding
the wooden pony. I immediately began to fear how long Sir
planned on leaving me in this predicament. It wasn’t long
before I was riding the horse in full. Just a few seconds
on my toes, and then a few seconds resting on my cunt. The
pain in my legs and in my cunt was growing. I began
calling out for Sir to come free me. “Please! Please
release me. I can’t take it. Help! It hurts.”

I was yelling for release for quite a while before Sir
appeared again. “What’s the matter? Huh? What the fuck
are you screaming about? You pride yourself as being such
a great painslut and you haven’t even been here for half an
hour yet. This is what you wanted. How many times did you
tell me that you wanted to try riding the wooden pony? You
think I set this up for you only for you to wimp out after
less than 30 minutes? Hell no. Now quit your fucking
whining or I’ll gag you and leave you here all night.” He
didn’t wait for a reply; he just left.

I refrained from screaming but was crying heavily. My cunt
was killing me. There was no way to ease the pain. I just
hoped that if I pleased him by remaining silent, he might
reward me with some mercy. It was probably another half
hour of suffering before he returned. I didn’t speak but
pleaded with him threw my teary eyes. He ignored me. He
didn’t say a word, just stood in front of me. I didn’t
even notice what he had in his hand until I felt a
tremendous sharp pain on my right nipple. “Oww!” I looked
down and saw Sir holding an electric flyswatter. I had no
idea those stupid things could deliver such a large shock.
Sir still said nothing. He just touched it to my left
nipple. “Owww!” Right nipple. Left nipple. Right
nipple. Left nipple. “Owwww! Stop!”

“What’s the matter now? This is something else you
specifically told me you wanted to try. I thought I’d be
nice and let you experience it now, because I figured you’d
want a distraction from the pain in your pussy. But if you
rather just focus on that pain instead, no problem.
There’s another show coming on I want to watch anyway. See
you later.” And again he quickly walked out.

I shouted after him. “No! Please! Come back. I can’t
take it anymore! It hurts too much! Please! I’m sorry!
Please come back!” He ignored my screaming and crying and
left me suffering on the horse for another 30 minutes. I
was in agony and going crazy from the pain by the time he
returned.

“Well now slut, are you ready to play nicely?”

“Yes Sir. Please. Anything.”

“I’m glad to hear that you’re more cooperative. But I’m
still hurt that you responded so rudely when I tried to
make one your fantasies come true. So now you are going to
prove to me how sorry you are. I’m going to untie one of
your hands. Don’t even think of bringing it anywhere near
your cunt! I’m going to hand you the electric swatter.
And upon my orders, you will shock your own tits. If you
refuse even once, I promise you will be here until
morning. Understand whore?”

I choked back my tears. “Yes Sir.” He untied my left hand
and handed me the electric torture device.

“Right nipple.” Upon his order I touched the swatter to my
right nipple. The shock was intense and I let out a
scream. “Left nipple.” Another scream. “Right
nipple.” “Right nipple.” “Right nipple.” I was shaking,
screaming, and crying. He calmly and coldly continued.
Back and forth between nipples. Then just one over and
over again. The pain was almost unbearable but I
desperately had to get freed from the horse so I continued
torturing myself. Soon I began begging him for mercy.

“Please Sir. Please stop. It hurts too much. Everything
hurts. I can’t take it. Please stop. Let me off. I’ll
do anything you want. I’ll suffer anything else. Please
Sir. Please!”

Sir laughed. “But this is what you wanted. This is what
you asked me for. Isn’t it? Isn’t it!?”

“Yes Sir. But I was wrong. I can’t take it anymore.
Please stop.”

“So pathetic. Listen to you sniveling like a baby. What
did you even come here for? You want off the horse?
Fine. But you have to pay for it. Shock each nipple 5
times in row and count them out loud.”

Right nipple. “Owww. One. Owwww. Two. Owwww. Three.
Owwwww. Four. Owwww. Five.” Left nipple. Same
screaming, crying, counting.

Sir took back the swatter, untied me, unchained me, lowered
the sawhorse, and removed it. I collapsed onto the ground,
sobbing. He let me cry in a ball on the floor for a
while. Then I felt a shock on my ass. He continued
shocking me over and over again. I tried to move and
protect my ass, but then he started shocking me on other
parts of my body. I couldn’t escape. I was crying and
crawling, rolling around on the floor trying to avoid the
shocks. To no avail. Sir laughed out loud while torturing
me with the electric swatter.

Eventually he grew bored and stopped. He allowed me a few
minutes to compose myself. I was in pain all over my body
and terribly afraid of how much time we still had
together. I dreaded learning what else he had planned for
me.

I had lost track of time but apparently it had grown late.
Sir decided it was time to get ready for bed. He led me
into one of the bedrooms. “Maybe you expected me to fuck
you tonight. I know you haven’t cum in a while. Maybe
you’re still horny as hell. Maybe you’re too sore. I don’t
know and I don’t really care. I have no interest in
fucking a fat, ugly, pathetic pig slut. And you certainly
haven’t earned an orgasm yet. So let’s get you ready for
bed. You’ll need some rest; I have a lot planned for you
before your drive home tomorrow.”

Sir allowed me 5 minutes to use the bathroom and brush my
teeth. When I came back out he first reinserted my pig-
tail butt-plug. “I know you’ve never slept with a butt-
plug in before, let alone one this big, but I’m sure you’re
tired enough to be able to fall asleep regardless. And if
not, that’s your problem.” He then placed me face down on
the bed and tied me spread-eagle. I could turn my head
from side to side and that was about it. “I was thinking
of removing your nose-hook for the night, but then, why
should you get any release from being the pig you are? You
get to keep your snout all night long. Pleasant dreams.”
Before turning off the light and leaving, he turned on a
tape player. What I heard was me from earlier, saying “I
am a fat, ugly, pathetic pig slut.” Sir had tapped me
during his dinner and set the recording on a continuing
loop. All night long I laid spread open, tied face down,
pig nose, pig-plug, listening to my own taunting
demoralizing words. Every part of body still aching from
the day’s torments. I didn’t sleep. I did cry.




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