worthless lil painslut

my submissive life
2009-06-14 02:37:27 (UTC)

Weekend getaway - part 4

I awoke to pain. Sir was using a small wooden paddle on my
ass as a wake up call. Repeated swats landed hard and fast
on my ass that was still throbbing from the day before.

“Ow. Ow. Ow. Stop please! Ow!”

“Nope. Not yet.” Sir continued his thorough paddling of
my ass until every centimeter had felt the full force of
his paddle. “And since you forgot to call me Sir, we’re
going to end this little morning session with 5 extra hard
ones on each ass cheek. Count them appropriately or suffer
the consequence.”

I felt the first extra hard penalty paddle land. I
screamed. “ONE Sir!!!” He gave me all 5 on one cheek and
then switched to the other cheek. I screamed with each one
but remembered to count and call him Sir.

“That’s better slut. Now then, time to get up. You have a
lot more suffering to do before you’re allowed to leave.”
Sir untied me. “You can have 5 minutes to use the
bathroom. You may remove the butt-plug if you need to
shit, but you must then reinsert it. You may not remove
the nose-hook. Five minutes only. Hurry.”

I hurried to and from the bathroom. My nose was killing me
from the prolonged wearing of the hook and my ass was
aching from the prolonged wearing of the plug. But I knew
Sir had no intention of releasing me.

“Follow me bitch, you have some work to do.” I crawled
after him. He led me back to the exercise room from
yesterday. The remains of my junk food pig display were
still covering the floor. Sir handed me a very small
sponge and a bucket of hot soapy water. “Clean it up
bitch.” I hate cleaning. “No wait. I really need piss.
Haven’t gone all morning. And since you’ll be cleaning the
floor anyway…” Sir pulled out his dick and pissed all over
the floor. “Now you’ve got one hour to make the floor
spotless. You should be able to eat off it when you’re
done, cause you just might be. Get going.”

Sir left me to my chore. The floor was disgusting. I
didn’t want to go near it but I feared the penalty if I
didn’t finish in time. So reluctantly I started scrubbing
the floor, on my hands and knees, with the tiny sponge,
still looking like a pig myself.

Sir returned in an hour to survey my work. “Not bad.
Looks like we finally found something you’re actually good
at. Maybe next time you want to get together I’ll just
have you clean my whole house from top to bottom. I could
use a good maid and you’re not really much use to me for
anything else.”

“Sir, I’m hungry. Can I have something to eat?”

“Aww, is the little piggie hungry?”

“Yes Sir.”

“So what?”

“So, can I have something to eat please?”

“What, you think cleaning a mess that you made yesterday
earns you food? I don’t think so. But, tell you what, I
will give you a chance to earn it. You’re pretty fond of
old school punishments. Let’s see how you hold up to one.
On your knees and arms out to your sides.” I assumed the
position. Sir walked over to his weight rack and returned
with two heavy looking circular weights. He dropped one in
each of my hands. They were very heavy.

“Let’s say ten minutes. If you can hold the weights up
without dropping them for ten minutes, you get breakfast.
If you drop them, you get your pussy whipped. Ten
minutes. Go.”

I knew there was no arguing. But within seconds my arms
started getting tired. I doubted I come close to ten
minutes. But I was determined to try. Sir just stood in
front of me watching me and watching his watch.

“One minute down. Nine to go.” Sir could see the strain
on my face. “What’s the matter? Too heavy? Ha-ha. Maybe
you should add some weight training to your non-existent
exercise routine.”

A little more time passed and my arms started
shaking. “Three minutes down. I don’t think you’re going
to make it. Such a pathetic cunt. Guess you’re really not
that hungry.”

Another minute or two of taunting and the pain in my arms
won out. My arms dropped and the weights came crashing to
the floor. My arms hurt so badly I didn’t think I’d ever
be able to lift them again.

“Four and a half minutes. Didn’t even make it to the
halfway mark. You’re fucking worthless. Roll the fuck
over and spread your legs so I can whip your useless
cunt.” I laid on my back and lifted my legs, spreading
them wide. Sir pulled out his thick, heavy belt – his
favorite spanking implement. With no warm up he lashed it
down hard on my pussy.

“OW!!!” My pussy was still extremely sore from yesterday’s
tortures. I didn’t know how I was going to survive this
whipping.

“Shut the fuck up. You earned this and you know it. I
don’t want to hear your fucking whining.” He brought his
belt down fast over and over again, whipping my pussy while
I continued to cry. He gave me ten hard lashes. I was in
agony.

“Well, since we don’t have to find time in our schedule for
you to eat breakfast, let’s get back to some bondage. Lie
flat on your back.” I obeyed. Sir took thin twine and
tied it around each of my nipples. He ran the rope through
a pulley attached to the ceiling and back down to my feet.
He tied the loose ends to my big toes. He then tightened
the rope so that my feet and shoulders were each about six
inches off the ground. I had to use my stomach muscles to
hold the position. If I slacked and tried lowering my feet
or shoulders, my nipples would be stretched way past what
they were capable of.

“And once again you find yourself in a position where a
little muscle strength would be beneficial. Too bad you’re
all flab. I can’t wait to see you start pulling your
little nipples. You might pull them right off.” Sir was
probably right. Within seconds my stomach started shaking
from the strain of holding the impossible position. Slowly
my feet started lowering and my nipples started
stretching. As the pain in my nipples increased I tried to
find renewed strength to hold my feet up. I was fading
fast.

“Please Sir, let me down. Please let me down.”

“What’s the matter? Stomach hurting? Or nipples hurting?”

“Both Sir. Please, please let me down.”

“Not yet. I think you can last a little longer.” He
walked over to me with the cane in his hand. Oh shit. He
took the cane and started lightly hitting my stomach. He
hit me lightly, but over and over again in the exact same
spot and the pain began to grow.

“Ow. Sir, please stop. Please stop. Please let me down.
I can’t take it. Please.”

“But I like torturing you. Wow, look how far your nipples
are stretched. I didn’t then they could stretch that
far.” He started hitting my tits with the cane. He was
hitting the tops, sides, and bottoms of my tits. My
nipples were stretched too far. I started
screaming. “Shut up! If I let you down I’m going to go
back to torturing your pussy some more. Which do you
prefer, nipple torture or pussy torture?”

I was afraid I was going to seriously damage my
nipples. “Pussy Sir! Please stop and torture my pussy
Sir!”

“Are you sure slut?”

“Yes Sir! Please! Please let me down and torture my
pussy!”

“Okay.” He quickly cut the rope and I collapsed. My
stomach and nipples felt like they were on fire. But Sir
didn’t let me rest long. He ordered me up on my feet with
my hands behind my back and legs spread. I obeyed. He
tied my hands behind me. He then tied a rope around my
stomach, down my back, between my ass cheeks, and up past
my pussy. He then looped the rope through the pulley on
the ceiling again. To the other end of the rope he hung
two of his weights. As soon as he let go of the weights, I
realized the torture. The weights pulled the rope tight
against my pussy, specifically my clit. The rope cut deep
into my most sensitive areas. I raised up onto my toes but
it didn’t make any difference.

“How does that feel, slut?”

“It hurts Sir.” Actually, it was worse than the wooden
pony from yesterday, which I was still sore from.

“It doesn’t look like it hurts much. Let me add another
weight.” Before I could protest, he hung another weight.
This one caused me to yell out in pain. “That’s better.
You wanted pussy torture, you got it.” There was nothing
for me to do but stand there and suffer. Sir amused
himself with listening to me whimper and swinging the
weights around, causing me more pain. When he tired of
that, he brought out the electric flyswatter and started
shocking my tits, ass, and inner thighs with it.

“Are we having fun yet?”

“No Sir.”

“No? I think you are. I think you are loving every
torturous second of this. You want to know how I know
this? I can smell your dripping wet cunt. Despite the
pain, you are majorly aroused. Aren’t you, cunt?”

What could I say? He was right and I knew it. “Yes Sir.”

“Yes Sir what?”

“Yes Sir I am aroused and dripping wet.”

“You want to get fucked, you worthless little painslut?”

“Yes Sir.”

“I still don’t think you’ve earned it yet. How badly do
you want it? Give me a number. If I agree to fuck you,
how many strokes of the paddle and cane are you willing to
accept, better yet, to beg for?”

“Um, five Sir?”

“Five? Is that all a fuck from me is worth? Forget it.
I’ll just leave you hanging here with that rope cutting
into your cunt until it’s time to leave.” He started to
walk away.

“No! Wait Sir! I’m sorry. I meant ten. Ten strokes of
the paddle and cane Sir!”

“Ten, huh. Getting closer. But I think you want it more
than that.” He stood there looking at me. Waiting.

“Fifteen, Sir?”

“Fifteen what? Say it. Beg me.”

“Please Sir. Please fuck me Sir. Please fuck me and give
me fifteen strokes of the paddle and cane on my ass as
payment.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment. I was afraid he was
going to make me go higher and I wasn’t sure my ass could
take it. Finally he said, “agreed.” He mercifully
released the weights and untied me.

“Here’s how it’s going to work. You’re going to get the
paddle first. Fifteen hard ones. I’m going to have to
remove your plug so I can hit your fat ass properly, but it
will be going right back in as soon as I’m done. That
means you will have if for your fucking because you’re
still a fat fucking pig. After the fucking, you will beg
me for the fifteen lashes of the cane. Understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

“For the paddling, you will count and thank me for each
stroke, and beg me for the next one. Understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

He positioned me standing, bent at the waist with my hand
outstretched resting on the wall. He yanked out the pig-
tail plug. I was utterly relieved to have it out, even if
it was just for a short while. “What are you waiting for,
cunt? Beg me for the first one or should I torture your
nipples instead?”

“No Sir. Please give me the first stroke of the paddle
Sir.” He laid into me hard. I grimaced. “One Sir. Thank
you Sir. Please may I have another one Sir?” The paddle
slammed into my ass again. “Two Sir. Thank you Sir.
Please may I have another one Sir?” Thirteen more in the
same fashion. All hard. My ass was again
throbbing. “Fifteen Sir. Thank you Sir.”

Without saying a word, Sir shoved the dreaded pig-tail plug
back into my ass. “Now my fat little piggie is complete
again. On your fucking hands and knees, pig.” I obeyed.
I heard Sir drop his pants and come up behind me. He
grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. “Listen up,
cunt. I’m going to fuck you from behind because you don’t
deserve to get fucked face to face. You barely deserve to
get taken from behind like a dog. But you’re not even a
dog. You’re just a pig. So I want to hear you oinking
like a pig the entire time. Not another word or sound.”
Sir kept hold of my hair and started fucking me hard. I
began oinking. I was humiliated and degraded but
desperately needed to be fucked. Sir fucked me rough and
fast, pulling my hair hard. Everything hurt. I kept
oinking until he quickly finished. Despite my previous
arousal, it didn’t last long enough for me to cum.

“Did you cum, bitch?”

I meekly replied, “No Sir.”

“Pathetic. Go ahead. Roll onto your back and finger you
damn clit til you cum. Keep oinking til you do. And be
quick about it cause you still have a caning to beg for.”

I was embarrassed but really wanted to cum. I rolled onto
my back and began rubbing my clit. I kept oinking. Sir
stood over me watching, with a disgusted look on his face.
I felt like a dirty whore. And in a few seconds, I came
like one.

As soon as I came, Sir reached for his cane. “Back on your
hands and knees, cunt. Beg for the first lash, same as
before.”

My ass was already killing me. But I knew better than to
disobey. “Please Sir whip my ass with your cane.” The
first lash landed hard. “OW! One Sir. Thank you Sir.
May I please have another?” Another lash ripped into my
ass. “OWW!! Two Sir. Thank you Sir. May I please have
another?” By the last lash of the cane, I was again
sobbing in pain. “Fifteen Sir! Thank you Sir!” I
continued crying.

“You have two minutes to compose yourself. Then crawl up
to the living room. It’s time to get ready to go.” He
walked away. I took some deep breaths and got myself
together. I crawled to the living room where Sir was
waiting. He had me follow him, still crawling, outside to
the car. Once outside, I was finally allowed to stand.
Sir also finally removed the pig plug and nose-hook that
had been tormenting me since yesterday. I was afraid my
nose would be permanently stuck in a snout. He went into
his trunk and pulled out the bag with my clothes.

“These should be pretty ripe by now. Go ahead and get
dressed.”

Sir was right. My clothes reeked from my urine. I hated
putting them on. They were damp and disgusting. But I had
no other clothes and no other choice. “Thank you Sir.”

“Now for some final instructions. On your drive home, you
will stop at the first rest stop you come to. You will go
inside and purchase the largest soda they have. You will
GO INSIDE. You may not use the drive thru. I want
everyone in there to smell how disgusting you are. You
will drink the entire soda before you reach home. When you
finally get home. You go directly into your bathroom. You
will stand in your bathtub, still fully dressed. You will
stand with your legs together and hands on your head. You
will remain standing there until you once again piss
yourself. After you’ve pissed yourself, again, you will
remain standing there repeating the sentence, ‘I am a fat,
disgusting, pathetic pig-slut’ for another ten minutes.
Then, and only then, can you get undressed and wash
yourself off. Do you understand all these instructions,
slut?”

I understood them, but I absolutely hated them. Haven’t I
been degraded enough? But I knew, even hating it, I would
follow them exactly. “Yes Sir.”

Good, then get in the car and be sure to stay on the
plastic. I sat down and immediately wished I hadn't. My
ass was so sore. I could barely lower myself onto the
seat. Sir only laugh as I eased myself down and then
groaned in pain. He knew I had a long ride ahead of me and
I would be suffering every minute of it.

Once in the car Sir gave me his final surprise.
It was a rubber pig nose, the kind you wear with an elastic
strap around your head. “Put it on.” I unhappily
obeyed. “You will wear it all the way home. That means
you will wear it when you go into the rest stop. You will
not take it off until you have arrived home and finished my
instructions. You will then put it on display somewhere in
your house where you will see it frequently throughout your
day. And finally, every time you masturbate, you will wear
it. So even in your moment of undeserved pleasure you will
have to remember what a filthy, disgusting, pig-slut you
are. Understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

With that, he began driving me back to my car. Our weekend
had come to an end. My humiliation and degradation would
continue. Thank you Sir.




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