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Subject: {ASSM} Punishment (M/F, anal, oral, reluctant?, tatoo, humiliation)
Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2001 18:10:04 -0400
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Punishment

   (M/F, anal, oral, reluctant?, tattoo, humiliation)

   DangerBird



   All standard disclaimers apply.  Read no further if you are under 18 or
if you are offended by graphic descriptions of sexual activity.  All
characters are fictional.



   If you have comments please feel free to send them.  I can not promise
responses to all, but will do my best.  This story may not be recopied or
posted with out the author's permission.





   Lying on the padded leather table, naked save for a humiliatingly damp
thong, sweating profusely, and hurting more with each passing moment, she
knew she was in trouble this time.  What had she allowed herself to get
into...

   Luna was by nature, a spunky and willful submissive.  She came from the
school of thought that the submissive held all the power in the
relationship.  That her obedience to her Master was a choice she gave
willing and could be ended at any time at her choosing.  Luna loved the
feeling of surrendering control to a strong dominant man (or woman), but
there were just certain things she did not enjoy doing.  That she was not
going to do.  This time however, she had gone too far.  She had made a
grievous error in judgment.  The worst part, this time it was an accident,
an error in play etiquette and not a planned show of self.  A sharp prick
of pain jolted her out of her thoughts long enough to help her remember
where she was, why she was here she would never forget.

   She had been owned for about 2 years now.  He was her soul mate and the
love of her life.  More than that, He was her Master.  They met at the
Chain Reaction bondage club in Pittsburgh and hit it off immediately.  More
accurately, he claimed her.  She had looked once into the deepest, most
soulful brown eyes she had ever seen and was lost.  She had been playing in
the BDSM scene for years but had never found the One whom she could turn
herself over to completely.  He ended all that with one phrase.  She had
come up to the bar to order a drink.  She had been dancing and playing hard
most of the night and needed a little something to keep her going. 
Immediately after shouting her order of a kamikaze to the bartender she
heard him, quiet enough to be a whisper, but loud enough to be heard over
the blaring punk music.  "she will have an ice water with lemon.  I'll take
another Porfidio straight up." She was about to give him an earful that
he'd never forget but was stopped in her tracks by two things.  Those damn
eyes and the way that `she' was clearly spoken in lowercase letters while
`I' was clearly capitalized.  Instead, what she said was "What makes you
think you can order for me?" Luna tried her best to make `me' sound
capitalized but could not pull it off as he had.  "I have been watching you
tonight and I know why you are here, what you are searching for.  Besides,
I do not want you under the influence when we play tonight." The last line
he said with a cruel smile and a twinkle in those deep pools of brown eyes.
If he wasn't so damn confident, she could have turned around and walked
away so easily.  Not about to let him get the upper hand that easily, she
shot back, "That's because in here we're all looking for the same thing."
She was about to turn back to the bar, get her drink, and go when he said
in a voice so soft, she had to force herself to listen.  "True, most of
these people are just looking for an easy fuck, mixed with a little bit of
kink, but not you.  No, you are looking for something a little more...real.
Finish your water, I'll be waiting for you by the pool tables."

   With that he left the bar and walked away.  The Porfidio was left
behind. He gave her no chance to respond.  Looking at the bar Luna noticed
for the first time the bartender had poured her both a kamikaze and water;
she looked them over motionless and unsure for the longest minute.  It
would be so easy to take her vodka drink, go back to the dance floor and
forget all about the crude, confident man.  But even as her hand moved of
its own volition towards the water she knew that would not be her choice.
The way he spoke to her of wanting something more real made her quiver
inside and defeated her.  There were volumes of secrets and experience
behind that simple sentence that she had to know about.  Water in hand, she
headed towards the pool tables.  With out thinking and unasked she had also
brought along his unfinished tequila for him...

   Thankfully, the outlining would soon be finished.  For the most part,
she could handle this.  It really wasn't that bad compared to some of His
punishments.  But, every time the artist brought the buzzing needle close
to her spine it hit home with a flash of pain that made her want to wince
and scream.  She knew she wouldn't though.  He had ordered her to take this
with dignity and silence; she was determined not to fail Him.  Besides, she
assumed this was just the beginning of her punishment and did not want to
give Him any reason to add even more to it.  After what happened last night
Luna knew He was not going to let her that quickly.  As the artist moved
past her spine, she began to breathe as her yoga training had taught her
and fell back into thought of that first meeting...

   Upon reaching the pool tables she noticed that he was not playing, which
she found strange.  This was one of the busiest nights she could remember
and the tables were always in high demand, even on slow nights.  He was
just standing by the table, arms folded, with a smirk, hand outstretched
awaiting his drink.  Luna slowly walked towards him; careful not to spill
any and handed him the drink.  She watched him take a slow deliberate sip
of the bitter beverage and savor the finish before swallowing.  It was
obvious that he had expected her to follow.  Confused, Luna asked, "I
thought you would be playing by now." "No, I don't think I'll be using the
table for pool tonight," he almost sounded like he was retelling some great
joke to which he only was aware of the punch line.  Why would the crowd
willingly give up a pool table to someone who was not going to play?  That
picture did not seem right and for the first time she was worried.

   All too soon, she realized the `joke' and why the far from sober and
rowdy crowd appeared so willing to relinquish rights to the table.  His
command came far too quick in the chase for her and she was startled by his
forthright manner.  She was used to a little seduction and foreplay.  To
being teased and charmed.  She was used to being in control even as she
allowed men, women, and the occasional couple to Top for her.  Just as long
as they `made' her do the things and did the things to her that she loved.
Not to being ordered like around like a common slut, a slave without a
choice.  And that realization more than anything that night sealed her
fate. She became immediately wet at that thought and knew that this is what
she had been missing earlier and what she was looking for.  She felt warm
and was strangely ashamed that she could not blame her heat on the drink
she was not allowed to have.  She needed something real, not more games
with weekend players and wannabes who would go back to their boring 9-5
jobs and middle class lives as soon as Monday morning came around. 
Although the play was fun and frequently hot, it was always missing that
final element of danger and the unknown that accompanies the real.  His
voice was loud for the first time that night and the shock of what He said
in front of the growing, expectant crowd left her speechless as he spoke,
"you have 3 choices.  One, I can bind your wrists together, force your legs
apart with a spreader bar, and gag you while I fuck your ass.  Two, you can
bend over the table, pull your sweet cheeks apart for me, and beg me to
fuck your ass.  Or three, you can turn around, walk away, and wonder for
the rest of your life what might have been.  you have ten seconds to
decide."...

   As the artist finished with her back and butt, she was made to turn over
on the table so he could begin work on her front.  By the look on His face,
He was obviously pleased.  she flushed momentarily, hoping that He was also
pleased with her.  They were about 5 hours in to the work and the only
breaks she was allowed were those that the artist needed.  She was not sure
what was done to her back but would be able to watch as detail was added to
her front.  Luna could not decide if that was better or worse.  With an
evil grin, he brought the needle towards her stomach...

   Over the years, Luna had played rough and bondage was a real turn on,
however anal sex was not high on her list of favorites.  She had only tried
it once and was not too keen with the results.  It was a bungled and clumsy
effort by a high school boyfriend that left her sore and unsatisfied. 
Luckily he had used lots of hand lotion and came quickly, barely upon
entering her.  That was over 10 years ago.  She was not eager to give it
another attempt now, and she certainly wasn't going to do it front of all
these people.  He was intriguing, but that was not going to happen.  The 10
seconds came and went before Luna had a chance to answer.  "I see you've
made your choice.  Goodbye, you will not be given a second chance.  I am
sorry for you and what you have given up." He said it softly, but firmly.
At the end, truly sounding like he was indeed sorry for her.  As he started
to leave, she broke.  After all the years searching, she felt deep inside
that this brazen man was her chance to experience and live the real. 
Seeing him begin to turn away brought into focus what she could be giving
up.  Luna's inner being would not let her give up the opportunity that
easily.  Not when she had hungered for it for so long.  She barely heard
her voice rasp out a strangled, "please" of its own accord.  He had no
trouble hearing it.  Luna would never know that he was expecting to hear
it, knowing that by turning away, he would make her choice for her by no
longer giving her any choice, but that of returning to the mundane and
vanilla life she already had.  He said nothing just stood still, calmly
anticipating.  "I, can't we talk or go somewhere else first?  I'll be good
for you, I just can't...not here like that." She could not even lift her
gaze from the floor as she said it.  Knowing that she could not dare to
look again into those eyes of his.  "you need to decide how desperately you
need what is to come and what you are willing to do to get it.  I will give
you what you crave, but I demand your obedience.  If we are to continue,
there will be nothing that I ask of you that you won't or can't do. 
Understand." It was not a question.  "I believe I am still waiting for your
answer." Slowly, scratching at the dirty floor with her shoe, hands sweaty,
she finally gave in, "I suppose, if I have to, I'd like you to bind me. 
I'm not sure I could handle it otherwise." Immediately, she knew she had
made a mistake.  The look on his face was unmistakable.  "The correct
answer was, whatever you desire, Master.  For that you will bend over the
table, spread your cheeks and beg me to fuck your ass.  If you're good I
will not let the rest of room use you as well."

   Daring to look down, Luna saw the beginning of a word slowly start to
appear above her navel.  In an old gothic script were the letters `Humi',
with a fifth letter being started.  her mind reeled with what he was going
to have her branded with.  He frequently made her go out baring her
midriff. What were people going to be able to read...

   After making her drop to her knees on the dirty bar room floor he
proceeded to make her beg for what seemed an eternity.  He casually watched
her as she pleaded with him to use her and abuse her.  She promised
everything and anything if he would only do with her as he wished.  And she
meant every word of it.  By the time he ordered her to rise and lean over
the edge of the pool table, she was aching for him to use her and control
her.  He pushed the thin leather skirt up over ass, exposing her rear for
all to see.  A sharp knife withdrawn unseen, but cold and sharp against her
trembling skin, hot as fire once she realized what it was, made quick work
of her panties.  These were wordlessly shoved into her dry mouth.  She
could smell her aroma on them as he held them just briefly under her
nostrils.  She could taste her pungency on them.  He wanted her humiliation
and surrender to be complete.  He wanted her to know how much she wanted
this, how hot she was for it to happen.  The cool breeze on her upturned
butt and the lewd, appreciative comments seemed like they were happening to
someone else.  He placed her hands on either side of her ass and she knew
what was expected.  She pulled her butt apart for him, waiting for it to
begin.  "Do not move from this position." The command need not have been
uttered, it was already understood.  The cold wet lubricant she felt being
applied to her asshole brought her back down, though.  She felt him push
one finger and then another inside her.  He slowly began to pump them in
and out and to twist them around, as if gauging her tightness.  The pain
was less than she was expecting and feeling odd, but just as suddenly, it
was gone.  He reached up and wiped his dirty fingers on the side of her
face.  And then, it started.  There was no ceremony, no smoke and mirrors,
no playing to the audience.  Despite their hushed comments and whispered
shock, he behaved as though they were in an empty room.  She felt the cold
buckle quickly slap her right butt cheek and the brush of leather hit her
left cheek as he undid his belt.  Luna heard his zipper slowly come down
and was scared as she heard appreciative and shocked exclamations.  She
could only assume they were in reference to his size.  Luna felt the head
of what had to be a huge cock, slowly begin to rub around her crinkled
opening.  Instead of forcing it right then, he pulled back and rubbed the
length of it back and forth, letting her feel the entire length and girth.
Even for her, who had seen more than her share of cock, it was impressive,
and she knew it was going to hurt like hell.  Luna felt the oppressive
weight of his penis leave momentarily.  she felt her ass slapped and
realized that he was beating her with his large cock.  Impossibly, she felt
it grow thicker and harder with every slap.  Each time it hit her exposed
and vulnerable flesh it felt hot and heavy, the drops of precum she felt
lingering on her skin seemed to burn.  Apparently satisfied and ready to
begin, he placed his cockhead against her opening once again.  The only
words he said the entire scene were now and all he said was, "Relax and
breathe." Followed immediately by an incredible pain like none Luna had
known before.  Although it was one to which she would get know often and
frequently form that point on.  Certainly more competent than the last boy
who tried this, he was not much more gentle.  Her body's natural reactions
took over as her ass tried to expel the intruder.  she tightened up which
only succeeded in bringing her more pain.  Slowly and insistently he
pushed, one hand at the base of his thick tool, the other in the base of
her back pressing her against the table.  Luckily she did feel him pause
briefly as the head of his tremendous dick finally popped past her tight
ring.  Her nether regions tingling with the sensations of millions of
nerves, he waited for her to get used to his size and width.  Though the
initial pain felt like she was being torn in two, Luna slowly relaxed a
bit. Upon feeling her asshole relax and give some, he deliberately slid
another inch or two into her and again paused.  This was followed by
another couple inches being leisurely forced in and another break.  This
cycle continued until the entire length of his massive cock was buried deep
into her bowels.  He took his time with the insertion and she was beginning
to get used to it.  It was altogether not unenjoyable.  If Luna thought
that he would continue that way, she was sadly about to find out otherwise.
With one quick stroke he pulled back until just his head was still inside
her and brutally slow drove every last inch back into her helpless ass. 
Her scream, though muffled by her panty filled mouth was easily heard and
resulted only in causing someone unseen to turn the music volume up.  She
desperately wanted to remove her hands from her buttocks and push back at
him, to get him off of and out of her.  But, she didn't.  she laid against
the scratchy felt of the pool table and took it.  He continued to rape her
willing ass with a long, unhurried pace.  His lack of speed and his
lingering strokes enabled her to feel every excruciating inch as it sunk
gradually into her.  Luna did not remember when she started crying, but the
tears came easily and matted the felt under her face.  Her pitiful moans
ended only as she felt his heavy, low hung balls slap against her ass and
only briefly as she felt him withdraw to begin again.  Gradually her wails
lessened and eventually ceased.  Surprisingly, as she got used to the
pounding and as she began to relax her muscles a bit, she began to enjoy
the sensations.  She loved the dirty, slutty feeling of being bent over and
forcibly ass fucked in front of all these people and she had never felt so
full in her life.  Uncontrollably, her moans of pain turned to those of
excitement and anticipation.  Anticipation of the building orgasm she could
feel swelling up inside her and frustration from the lack of clitoral
stimulation she needed to finish the job.  As if reading her mind, he
reached under her and placed three fingers fiercely into her dripping cunt.
These were removed just as quickly and before Luna had any chance for
release.  They were smugly rubbed under nose and across her lips and chin,
as if to prove to her how hot and ready she was.  He wiped them clean with
her matted hair.  After what seemed like hours of this delicious torture
(but what was probably closer to several minutes) his pace changed and he
began to build up speed in his strokes.  He began to demandingly slam into
her defenseless ass.  His unending strokes increased in rhythm and
intensity and she knew he was close.  Luna could feel his muscular stomach
and his pelvic bone crash against her abused upturned ass over and over in
a frantic, brutal, anal assault.  There was one last savage push all the
way in and then he was still.  He made no sound but a deep satisfied grunt
and she felt his hot breath on her back.  At the same instant she felt it.
His cock expanded once more and then emptied its seed into her.  she felt
his cum burst forth from him in strong insistent ropes against her insides.
And then the huge invader was gone as suddenly as its entry had been slow,
and she heard him step back from her.  Luna cried anew and shook, this time
not in pain but in built up passion needing escape.  It was now that she
heard him laugh a deep menacing laugh even as her body lay squirming and
writhing on the table begging for release.  "you didn't think that you were
going to get to cum tonight did you?  No, that is a privilege you will have
to earn my pet.  Now get over here and thank me properly for fucking your
sweet ass." Luna turned and not knowing what else to do said, "Thank you
for fucking my ass, Sir." Again, she was met with that look of displeasure
she would get to be well acquainted with.  He was clearly upset.  "Not like
that you stupid slut, get down on your knees and lick my cock clean." It
was only then that it registered that he had yet to put his cock away.  It
remained out, slightly tumescent and very dirty.  He was covered in a
mixture of cum, her filth, and a little blood.  Looking upon it for the
first time, she could not believe that just a minute ago it had been buried
in her ass.  She swallowed hard not believing her ears...he couldn't expect
her to do that, could he?  The look on his face said that he very much did
expect it and was getting pissed that she hadn't already started.  Slowly
she dropped to her knees and crawled the few feet over to where he was now
standing.  A sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, she placed the tip of
her tongue on his dick and began to lick.  Involuntarily, she jerked back
as she breathed in the foul smell and the rancid, bitter taste hit her
mouth.  This resulted in her being grabbed by a fistful of her hair, head
pulled roughly backwards, and his cock shoved into her waiting mouth, much
to the obvious pleasure and amusement of the crowd.  With no option she
grudgingly sucked on his member as he forced more and more of the encrusted
tool into her mouth.  When she thought he meant to push it down her throat,
he pulled out and demanded that she finish the job with her tongue as
instructed, which she readily did.  She slurped and licked at his softening
penis until it was clean of her residue and dripping with saliva...

   The tattoos were now complete.  Engraved around her navel for all to see
were the words "Humiliation and Cum Slut." Turned around she saw for the
first time the artist's handiwork for earlier.  On her lower back was
depicted a scene with her on her knees, hands cuffed behind her while two
well hung men used her mouth and ass.  One held a leash attached to an
obvious slave collar while the other held a fistful of her hair.  On her
right butt cheek were the words "Use me As You Please." Luna never would
have allowed this and what was to follow was even worse, but he gave her no
choice.  Actually he had, she could do as he instructed with out complaint
or get out and never see him again.  In the end there really was no choice.


   All this because she had touched another Dominant's floggers at a BDSM
club last night.  She knew that you should ask first typically but he had
them displayed so nice and the workmanship was so good she couldn't resist.
she knew she was in trouble the moment she did it though.  her Master had
grabbed her arm behind her back and sent her to her knees.  He then handed
her over to the other who proceeded to whip and flog the hell out of her
back and butt.  she had embarrassed her Master in front of his peers and
she knew worse punishment was coming.

   Worse was coming and this tattoo was part of it.  She had always been
deeply afraid of getting a tattoo and did not want to be branded,
especially not like this.  The pain turned out to be much less than what
she had been expecting, but the next part was going to be terrible.  He was
going to make her do all the things she had hated and hadn't done even for
him.  The tattoo was first, now she was going to have to demonstrate her
oral talents up for this slob of a man that disgusted and sickened her. 
Being given away to another sexually was always something she hated the
thought of.  Sure she had had lots of casual sex, but she always picked her
partners and was very discriminating.

   After her Master payed the tattoo artist she knew what was expected of
her, he had told her on the way over.  she sensually dropped to her knees
and asked in a sultry voice if she could tip him.  He was only too ready to
accept.  It was not the prospect of having to suck his cock that disgusted
her, it was the fact that she did not have anything to do with choosing
him, nor would she ever have.  He was a distasteful brute of a man.  He was
extremely fat and filthy, very unkempt.  When she opened his fly a pungent
smell hit her face.  It was obvious that he had not washed in a while and
reeked of stale urine and cum.  She went to work methodically though. 
Giving him the best blow job she knew how to.  She licked his filthy prick
all over, she nuzzled and nipped at his balls, darted her tongue up under
the tender fold of flesh before his anus, and deep throated him.  The worst
was when she took his hand and placed it at the back of her head.  He
needed no further coaxing and slammed his cock down her throat battering
her lips and throat repeatedly.  When he came, he pulled out and sprayed
his cum all over her pretty face, wiping any remaining cum off with her
hair.

   Instead of putting his softening dick away he just stood above her,
holding it and smiling menacingly above her.  She could not imagine what
else was in store for her.  The tattoo artist pulled her head back once
more forcing her mouth open.  Luna thought that he wanted more oral sex
until the first stream of his salty, golden, liquid hit her tongue and
began to wash over her face.



   
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