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2013-12-08 09:41:46 (UTC)

Story: softfucktoy Part 2 By p, edited by Master

Part Two – Master’s Word is Final (Onto Punishment)

she followed Him straight into the lobby of the Holiday Inn. Surely this was not where her Master would mete out punishment, she wondered, as He collected keys and asked not to be disturbed until morning - not for any reason. The gulp she gave off was audible even to the desk clerk. He shot them both funny looks, but Master’s smiling face disarmed the situation instantly.

As they entered the room, Master spoke: “Strip.” The simple command was enough to have softfucktoy whimper. As she took off her clothes, she folded them and laid them on the chair near her - she knew that if they ended up on the floor, she would be chastised for untidiness. To displease Master right now was not a good idea!

“Shower,” was the next command. softfucktoy jumped, and positively ran into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, she stepped into the tub, carefully washing herself. Not sure what to expect, she made sure she cleaned everywhere. her bottom hurt, but she knew Master expected her to clean inside and out, so up went her soapy finger. Gasping, she realized just how sore she was. If Master wanted her there, then punishment would be bad. He often liked to slide His fingers into her like she was his bowling ball, two at the front deep into her cunt, and when He couldn't get them in any further, He would squeeze her clit with the other hand and slowly slide one thumb in at the back. her body was His to use as He pleased - even her most private place was just a hole to fuck if He wanted. Once clean, she carefully towel-dried herself and folded everything neatly.

“Bring the toothpaste and a cup of water.” Oh no, please, she thought. Not this! Master had done this only once before. Walking back out of the bathroom, she presented Him with the toothpaste and water, tears welling in her eyes. Master looked up from where He sat. He took the toothpaste and squeezed some onto His fingers, slowly working it with His thumb. she stood motionless. Dipping His hand into the water, He formed a sloppy paste. she knew what was next. As His hand approached her, she gently opened her legs for Him. Master slowly, sensually smeared the toothpaste all over her pussy, right into it, rubbing gently, making sure her whole sex was covered in the white frothy paste. He looked up, smiled and patted her cunt. she closed her legs. He held up His hand and she sucked the toothpaste off His fingers, cleaning it away, then she fetched a towel and dried it.

The tingling began - the feeling she desperately didn't want, had started. It was like tea tree shampoo at first. It went cool and tingly, but then it started to get to work. The sensation was like being set on fire, only it built up slowly. Master watched her face. He waited a while, then, rubbing her right there where it hurt, He said, “Do you know what you have done?”

she looked at him. “No Master.” her pussy was really burning now, stinging, tingling, on fire, making her squirm.

“You would like to know, I assume?”

“Yes please, Master”

“You have not been giving me your full attention. I expect one hundred percent from you, nothing less, and yet I have not had a poem for days, you have neglected your diary, and have forgotten to tell me when you last had an orgasm. You have crossed three lines in one go, and now you find yourself here to be punished”

With horror she realized He was right. The heat in her pussy was almost unbearable now - the toothpaste was eating her resistance up. she was going to cry. Why had she done it? Why had she let it slip? But she knew only too well why.

Master looked at her, “Do you want to wash it off?”

“Yes please,” she whimpered.

“In a minute you can, but you will complete the first part of your punishment. The laptop has an email on it. You will send it from your account. Go and read it, and when you have sent it, you may go and clean yourself.”

softfucktoy stumbled over to the chair. Sitting down, she read the words in the message, slightly confused at first. she suddenly realized where the message was going to! The heat between her legs made sure it would not take long for her to give in. Desperation was setting in now. Sitting there, trying to resist, made her rub her thighs together, but all that did was to force the toothpaste further in! As the tears rolled down her cheeks, she clicked send.

Master smiled and said, “You see, that was easy wasn't it? Now go and clean yourself up”.

she ran to the bathroom and began to wash the toothpaste away. she knew only too well this would make it worse, but it had to come off. she washed and dried herself - now her arse and her cunt were sore, and the effects of the toothpaste would take some time to wear off...

When she arrived back in the bedroom, she saw it there on the bed. she faltered. All thoughts of the email were gone. The thin long cane was utterly perfect – smooth, straight, and, as Master knew, thin enough to hurt, but thick enough not to cut flesh. Fear filled her heart as she looked at it. Master went over and picked it up. He looked at it with curiosity. “I wonder if we should have a few practice strokes,” He said. As the cane swished through the air, it struck the bed with a thump. she flinched - soon enough it would be her, not the bed that would receive the merciless rattan cane. Master hit the bed again, and each time she flinched.

“I remember reading in an email somewhere - wasn’t it from a little friend of yours? - about how it is advisable to warm you up before using one of these. Why don’t you come and get on the bed on all fours, and we will warm you up before the main event?” He tapped gently on the bed as if to summon her. For some reason her eyes were drawn to Masters groin. He was showing signs of getting aroused. softfucktoy knew that if He got turned on too much, the punishment would be just that bit more cruel, and this punishment was new to her. Putting her fears aside, she got on the bed.

As she knelt on all fours, Master stroked her. He stroked her from her head right down her back. she shuddered at his touch - even now, in these circumstances, she too was getting turned on. Suddenly, with a loud slap, His hand hit her arse, then again, and again, over and over till she could hardly breathe. Then, just as suddenly, it stopped. The heat in her arse was almost matched by the heat between her legs. Fuck me, she thought. Please take me now, right here like this. Please fuck me ‘til I scream for mercy! But He wasn’t going to fuck her - not yet anyway. He was going to save that for later. No, right now was about the cane.

she had done as He asked without question - she had sent the email without asking. Later, He would explain the significance of that, but now right now He had to punish her for her transgressions. He knew she wanted Him. her breathing was ragged - she loved it when He slapped her arse. Master stood back. she kept her head down, staring at the pillows

“Lie down!” He barked. she hit the bed full force, the springs bouncing her up and down, all feelings of sexual tension were instantly replaced with anxiety. Why didn't He just do it? Why didn't He just get it over with? softfucktoy lay there waiting - waiting for the swish and then the pain. Master lowered the cane onto her arse, right on the highest point. she flinched. He tapped her there three times, tap, tap, tap, each time building up the pressure just a little. Then, with a quick motion, He drew the cane right back. softfucktoy yelped as she heard it go up. she yelped so loudly, it was like she had been struck, but no blow came. No searing pain – nothing.

What seemed like an age passed. The seconds went so slowly… her arse was clenched tightly. she gritted her teeth, and a voice said, “How often have I warned you, do not try and second guess me?” and just as she relaxed enough to open her mouth to apologize, the cane came back down! He knew she would tense up, He knew she would grit her teeth, He knew she would try and anticipate it, and as the cane struck her beautiful pert round behind, He knew He had timed it perfectly. Stopping the cane just as it struck, meant the full force of it would transfer, to leave a single wicked red welt across both cheeks. softfucktoy felt like the air had been sucked out of her lungs. The pain was so intense, so singular in its application, it felt like He was cutting her in two. The electricity it generated in her lower body was unlike anything she had felt before. The riding crop was delicious - sharp, intense but brief. Not like this - this was heavier, more forceful, it made her cheeks deflect in a way that seemed to push the pain right through her body, right to the core of her very being. Letting out a cry, she wriggled around, rolling onto her side and covering her backside with her hands, as if in self-defence, but it was too late - the pain was ebbing away now.

Master waited patiently. “When you’re ready,” He said.

she knew what to do. Rolling back, she was panting. “Please, Master,” she begged, “Please!” but all He did was line up again. Tap, tap, tap, went the cane, just slightly lower than before. He was going to enjoy this. Normally punishment was not something He exactly enjoyed giving. It was needed, necessary. But the cane was hypnotic. He had never known something feel so right, so balanced, so perfect for the job in hand, and as a wicked smile spread across His face, He brought the cane down again. she let out a noise Master had never heard before - a low guttural sound. her body was glistening now. The pain had raised her heart rate, her body was heating up, the perspiration was evident all over her silken skin.

“Master?”

“Yes?” He said calmly

“May I ask for the ten second rule?”

“Yes”

“Master, please can I have ten seconds?”

He considered it for a few seconds just to add drama. “Yes.”

softfucktoy thought she knew what to do. she wanted to disarm Him, and the best way she knew how, was to get Him so fired up He would want her in preference to punishing her. If she could work Him - and looking at the bulge in His trousers it wouldn't take much - she could get out of this! Quickly she grabbed a pillow and forced it down the bed, raising her beautiful buttocks that bit higher. she wiggled it and pushed it down, knowing He was watching. As her hands reached her pussy she was surprised to find she wanted Him too. Oh, this will soon be over, she thought. i can beat Him this time! Now ten seconds was not long, but it gave her enough time to wriggle until she got comfortable, and then to turn her face toward her Master. As she did, she put her hands on the back of her head, and lay there looking Him straight in the eye. So provocative, for all the world like a temptress trying to seduce a King, her pert arse wriggling, begging to be touched, begging for Him to get on the bed behind her and fuck her right there in her most private hole. she knew exactly what she was doing - in ten seconds she had gone from softfucktoy, to a soft fuckable toy, just begging for Him to make use of her.

Master looked straight into her eyes and asked with just a slight crack in his voice, “Hmm are you ready now?”

Hearing the emotion in His voice, she would not be put off from her mission. she wriggled into the pillow just a little more, looked once more into His eyes, and smiled. “Oh yes, Master,” she said in a slightly too cocky voice.

He clicked. He had nearly fallen for it! she was so alluring, so very sexy lying there, it had nearly worked! He desperately wanted to take up the offer, but as a Master often has to, He put aside His needs, touching His belt buckle to keep up the pretence that she had won. He told her to face the bed. she thought she had done it! she smiled as she turned her face into the bed. But then, with a sudden flurry, the cane struck her prominent backside three times, so swiftly, so surely, the final one right on the first line He had made, ensuring it would hurt all night, and He smiled as she writhed in pain. He smiled again as she turned her head toward Him, tears streaming down her face, anger flashing in her eyes. she knew He had out smarted her again.

Master spoke slowly, surely and definitively. “My word is final. If I say you get punished you get punished. Are we clear?”

softfucktoy bit her lip as she looked at him, pleading in her eyes. she nodded meekly. “Yes, Master. I am sorry”.

Standing up straight, He walked around the bed. It was, He thought, after all only fair that both sides got equal attention! With five more to go, Master decided to move things on a bit. He had seen she was actually getting turned on. Even though the pain was there, so was her desire. It always turned her on. The next five strokes came one after the other, with gentle caressing in between. As He gently fondled her, His fingers would slide in and out, in and out… In between each searing stroke, came the ecstasy of getting closer and closer to orgasm. For Master, it was gentle caressing, but the red welts burned! It was like a thousand splinters all in one line, all being rubbed at the same time. she did not know how to respond to the feelings - but her body did. she needed Him now like never before. After the punishment always came sex, and it was the best sex they ever had. Every time He punished her she became soft, compliant and desperate to please Him. More than this, she wanted to make things right again in the only way she could. In her mind, she would put things right when He allowed, right like never before. she would compensate for the mistake, she had taken her punishment and had done as He asked.

she jumped as she felt Master’s hand on her, right between her legs. His finger slid easily into her sex. The after effects of the toothpaste were wearing off, being replaced by His long manipulative fingers. she started to squirm, still lying face down with her hands behind her head. Now would she get what she wanted from Master? Suddenly His hand was gone. she felt Him get off the bed, but He had not told her she could move yet, so stayed right there, waiting for Him. It seemed like an age before He sat on the bed again.

“Look at me.” she rolled over, eyes all red and puffy, but nevertheless deep and full of passion. Master loved her eyes - He often said they are the windows of the soul, and that He knew what was in her soul. Devotion, passion, sensitivity, eagerness, pleasure… and it was all His for the taking, and He would take it soon.

He held before him three little keys on a ring. she gasped at them. knowing what they were for. she looked up at Master, who said, “My word is final”, gesturing with his head. He looked at the bedside. “They stay there”.

she took them and rolled to the bedside, depositing them next to the radio alarm clock. As she rolled back, He was with her. she was in His arms - the time had come, she was going to make things right. As He lay on top of her, she undressed Him. This was the only time she was allowed to be in control. He knew what she needed to do - He knew this was how she found the balance in herself. The punishment was over. As soon as she had undressed Him, she switched places with Him. Looking down on Him was the best feeling in the world. she bit her lip, and her eyes looked away.

”Tell me,” He softly commanded.

“Master, why?”

He knew what she meant. He could see it was difficult for her. He smiled. ”Because balance has to be restored, all concerned have to be punished.”

she looked down again, cocking her head on one side. she smiled nodding. “It is fitting as a punishment.”

“Yes, it is.” He smiled back, and as they laughed together she knew now, more than ever, how very much more she loved Him, wanted Him. He was fair, and He was right.

“Master, can you sit on the chair? I want to practice something.”

He rose from the bed lifting her in one sweeping motion the power in His arms, which earlier had been used to such terrible effect, now became a safe haven for her, carrying her with Him. He deposited her so gently on the floor before sitting in the chair. As she looked up, He stroked her head. “You do need the practice.” He winked, and as her head bobbed up and down, she resolved to make it the best she could.

That night their love making was so sweet, hungry like never before. It was fulfilling, passionate, but more than anything else, they were together - Master and His softfucktoy, together, forgiven, and perfect. He put her collar around her elegant neck, kissed her and fastened on the fabric leash. Looking intently at her, He said, “Do not wake me, do not get out of bed, stay away from the laptop. Are we clear?”

she nodded, got in bed with him and lay there, thinking. As He rolled over, she felt a soft pull on the collar. Glancing to see His arm slip under the pillow, she smiled, and knew He was in control. she had no choice - she was His softfucktoy.

“Master?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you”

He rolled back once more, gently lifted her chin with His strong hand, looked into her eyes and said, “Tomorrow, we’re going out together. I have somewhere very special to take a Good Girl and you are a Good Girl, aren't you?”

“Yes, Master, a very Good Girl,” she nodded emphatically.

He kissed her gently and rolled back. “Yes, I think you are a Good Girl. Now go to sleep,” He softly chided.

As she lay there considering all that had happened, small anxieties started to creep in, she had sent the email, but was it right? Carefully she lifted her head off the pillow she looked at the keys glowing in the red light of the radio alarm clock. It was Master’s. He took it every time they stayed out. she had laughed about it earlier, but now it seemed a little cruel.

“Sweet dreams,” Master growled, and she quickly rested her head and closed her eyes.

4.40 pm. Stockport.
The Woman read Master’s email. She was surprised to see one again from Him so soon - after all they hardly knew each other. But as She read, a dark look spread across Her face. She nodded slowly to Herself in consent to the request, remembering that indeed She had not opened Her post today. There it was on the hall table - a small jiffy bag. Walking back, taking the bag with Her, She could feel that inside it was exactly what He told Her would be. Coolly, She sent Her reply, closed Her laptop and smiled a deliciously wicked smile…




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