worthless lil painslut

my submissive life
2005-04-12 01:57:17 (UTC)

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Master ties me naked, spread-eagle to the bed. He takes an
icepack and slides it under my ass. Master knows i hate
the cold. After a minute, my ass is freezing cold and i
begin to squirm and beg him to remove it. He stands
grinning over me for several more minutes as i continue to
squirm and beg.
Finally he agrees. “You’re right my little slut, your fat
ass will be getting a lot of attention later tonight. I
wouldn’t want it to be too numb.”
He removes the icepack and places it on my left tit. i
immediately squirm from the cold and knock if off.
“You dumb bitch! Did I say you could move?”
“No Master. i’m sorry. It’s just so cold.”
“Of course it’s cold you fucking cunt. Now I’m going to
put this back on your right titty. If it falls off, I’ll
take you outside and bury you up to your neck, naked in the
snow. Understand?”
“Yes Master.”
He places the icepack on my right tit and i fight to remain
still under the stinging cold. Soon i’m again begging
Master for mercy.
“Master please, it stings so bad.”
“Does it? Well tell me if this stings more or less.”
With that he takes a vicious alligator clamp and attaches
it to my exposed left nipple. Pain radiates through my
entire chest. After another few minutes Master asks me
which i’d rather him remove.
Since my right tit was already pretty numb, i asked him to
remove the clamp. He does and again the pain is
excruciating.
Finally he removes the icepack and this time places it on
my lower stomach. i try not to squirm too much and anger
Master, but the cold is hellish.
“Master please. i can’t take it. Please i’ll do anything
if you stop with the ice.”
“Is that so? I’m pretty sure you’ll do anything anyway. I
know you like this you greedy painslut. Lying there,
naked, exposed, helpless, suffering, and under my control.
Stop your whining or I’ll shove an ice-dildo up your cunt.”
Master is right of course. So i lay there in silence,
shivering.
Apparently my demonstration of submission pleases Master
because he removes the icepack and puts it back in the
freezer. But not before he warns me that anymore pussy-
whining will get me a session with multiple icepacks and no
reprieve.
Master unties me and has me crawl into the dining room. He
orders me up onto the dinning table on my hands and knees.
“Are your poor fat titties sill cold slut? Let me warm
them up.”
He takes hold of my tits, one in each hand, and begins
pulling and squeezing them – hard.
“You know, these are more like udders than tits on a fat
ugly cow like you. Let’s hear you moo as I milk your
sagging udders.”
With that Master begins yanking my “udders” alternating
left and right as i moo. He pulls extra hard to encourage
me to moo louder and with more enthusiasm.
i often forget how cruel Master’s big strong hands can be.
But after my long and painful “milking” session, i’ll never
forget again. My “udders” felt like they had been torn off
and my throat was sore from mooing so long.
Unfortunately, my tits were not to be free for long.
Master lays me flat on my stomach with my tits hanging over
the edge of the table. He ties my arms hanging down to the
legs of the table and ties my ankles to the other end legs.
He puts clamps on each of my nipples and begins hanging
weights on them. My udders begin to stretch painfully
towards the floor.
“Master no more! You’re going to rip my tits off! Stop
please!”
Oops.
“What did you just say you dumb fucking bitch?! You are my
slave and that makes these udders MY udders and I’ll do
with them as I please. I’m getting sick of listening to
your dumb mouth.”
He takes a horse-bit gag and attaches it firmly. He then
continues adding weights to my udders until i’m screaming
through the gag. Content that my udders are sufficiently
weighted, he disappears behind me.
All of a sudden a fire rips across my ass. For just a
second i forget about the pain in my tits as another lash
falls across my ass. Master is whipping my ass with his
leather strap.
“You will learn to obey me and accept whatever pleasure or
pain I see fit to deliver to you. The next time you think
about ordering me to stop, you better think twice.”
He emphasizes his point with 20 or so more lashes on my
unprotected ass. The fire in my ass is matched rather
equally by the fire in my tits. i’m crying and sobbing
through my gag.
Eventually Master removes the clamps and weights from my
nipples, but leaves me tied to the table for a while longer
to think about my misbehavior. i would apologize buy i’m
still wearing the horse-bit gag.
About an hour later, Master returns and unties me. He does
not remove the gag. He fastens my head and hands in a type
of stocks, secured between wood planks but not attached to
a post, so i could move around. He puts me on my knees in
the middle of the living room, facing the door. He takes a
black marker and writes something across my forehead. He
holds a mirror up for me to see and i observe “COW” written
on my forehead.
“You’ve been mouthing-off quite a lot lately and it’s going
to stop. I’m going to give you a chance tonight to prove
you will obey all my orders. If you can’t manage to do
that, then our relationship will be over by morning.
Understand?”
i nodded.
“Good. Now meet my guest for tonight, your new Mistress.”
Master opened the front door and standing behind it was an
absolute horror. This woman, my new Mistress, was a blast
from my past. A woman who i was friends with a lifetime
ago but we had parted under very bad terms. Hatred is
probably not too strong a term. Here was my new Mistress,
a woman i despised with every fiber of my being, and here i
was, bound, gagged, naked, and humiliated beyond belief. i
wanted to die. The look on her face told me she was
relishing every agonizing second of my misery. Oh how i
wished that moment had an emergency exit.
Mater escorted Mistress into the room and closed the door
behind her.
“For the rest of the night, you will obey your new Mistress
just as your would obey me. Understand?”
The words didn’t register at first. i just stared in
disbelief. Until a hand grabbed hold of my hair and yanked
my face up.
“I asked you if you understood cunt!”
i nodded and mumbled “yes” through the gag.
“Good. I hope so. Let’s put it to the test.”
Master turned and spoke to my Mistress, “I just taught her
a new game I call “Milking the Cow.” Give a yank on her
tit and see what happens.”
i couldn’t believe what was happening. This woman whom i
considered a total bitch was reaching down to grab my tit.
She took a firm grip on my right udder and pulled. Not
wanting to anger Master i mustered a muffled “moo” through
my gag.
Master reached down and smacked my left tit hard. “You
better do better than that you fat ugly cow.”
Mistress pulled my udder harder and i mooed louder. She
caught on fast and started milking my udders as i mooed in
utter humiliation. If i didn’t moo loudly enough she
smacked my tit and milked me harder. She laughed and told
me what a stupid, fat, ugly cow i was. i wanted to crawl
under a rock.
Eventually she tired and asked Master, “So what else does
the little slave do?”
Master released me from the stocks but immediately secured
my hands in cuffs and fastened my collar and leash.
He told Mistress to make herself comfortable while he got a
few things together. He handed her me leash and walked
away.
“Well well. Isn’t this interesting? I bet you wish you
had apologized to me when you had the chance. Too bad. I
am really going to enjoy this.”
She yanked my leash and i crawled after, hobbled by the
cuffs. She led me around the room calling me her “little
doggy.” She sat on the sofa and put her feet on my back as
if i were a footrest.
Shortly my Master returned with a bag of goodies.
“Do you have any requests for how to begin?”
“Hmm, do you by any chance have a wooden paddle?”
“Of course.”
Shit.
She pulled me to my feet, bent me over and stretched my
arms out with my hands holding the table. She kicked my
legs apart.
“Mind if I remove the gag?”
“Do with her as you wish.”
“Before I remove this, you must understand the rules. With
every stroke on your fat ass you will count it, say ‘thank
you Mistress may i have another.’ If you utter any other
word, I promise you will regret it. Got it?”
i nodded. She removed the gag and took up a position
behind me. SMACK as the wood slammed into my ass. i
couldn’t believe she could hit so hard.
“One, thank you Mistress may i have another.”
SMACK.
“Two, thank you Mistress may i have another.”
The routine continued and i tried to maintain some dignity
by not crying. But she hit hard and my ass was throbbing.
By stroke eight i was sobbing and could only choke out the
words.
“Eight. Th-th-thank you Mmmistresss. Mmmay i h-h-h-have
another.”
She paused after number ten. She walked to my front and
pulled my head up by my hair.
“I’m going to give you five more, the hardest yet. Unless
you want to fall to your knees and beg for mercy now.”
She waited and i didn’t respond.
“So be it.”
She returned behind me and the last five came like
thunder. My legs were trembling under me as i
sobbed, “Fifteen, thank you Mistress may i have another.”
Pride, has never hurt so much.
“Now on your knees bitch and kiss my shoes or you’ll get
another twenty.”
i had no choice. i fell to my knees and kissed the tops of
her shoes. i could feel her grinning above me.
i felt Master’s boot on my lower back pushing me flat to
the floor. He removed my cuffs and had me hogtied in no
time. Mistress added a personal touch by capturing my
tongue between two chopsticks fastened with rubber bands.
i couldn’t pull my tongue back into my mouth and was soon
drooling. She also had me wearing a painful nose-hook.
She looked down at me.
“Now you look more like a pig than a cow. Then again, fat
pig or fat cow, no real difference.”
Master topped it off with a little figging. The cinnamon
finger in my ass had me squirming in my bonds in no time.
They both just laughed at my misery.
My ass was burning, my nose ached, and my arms and legs
were cramping from the hogtie. Master and Mistress left me
suffering on the floor while they sat on the sofa sipping
wine and making small talk. My tongue was drying out and
the ache in my joints was growing worse with every passing
minute. They ignored my groans.
Eventually Master and Mistress bore and decide to play a
game, at my expense of course. They tied me bent over a
sawhorse and blindfolded. The rules of the game were
simple, rather like playing Clue. One of them would smack
my ass with a punishment implement, and I must guess who
did the smacking and with what. If I got both parts right,
I won a delightful 60 seconds with a vibrator on my clit.
If I got both parts wrong, I won a high-volt zap on my cunt
with a violet wand. If I guessed just the implement wrong,
one of my tits was zapped. If I guessed just the punisher
wrong, my asshole was zapped. The winner was the one who
earned me the most zaps. The real problem for me was that
having to guess the implement forced me to focus heavily on
the painful smacks/lashes on my ass and not get distracted
and try to escape the pain. Plus, after 20 or so turns, a
cane and a riding crop feel pretty similar. So do the
paddle and the heavy strap.
After 60 or more turns, Mistress was crowned winner. I had
only won a meager 8 minutes with the vibe, and not a single
orgasm. My spiteful Mistress won as her prize the right to
give me another 10 lashes with the implement of her
choice. My ass was so sore from the excessive torment it
had received so far today I had to further humiliate myself
by begging her for mercy. She offered to spare my fat ass
if I was willing to submit to 20 lashes on my pussy. I
soon found myself lying on my back, with my legs in the
air, holding them behind my knees and spread wide.
Mistress stood over me grinning as she repeatedly brought
the riding crop down on my unprotected pussy. Once again I
was embarrassed by having to cry in front of her.
Will this night never end???




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