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Apology Accepted [1/2] Show all parts
Added: Apr 03 2000Author: AprilTimes read: 803 Avg vote: 8.67 (6 votes)
I've behaved like a true brat, and I'm about to be paid back for it all by
a very stern Master who stretches my limits... painfully.
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It's our second meeting, but as I walk down the hall toward the room,
I'm far more afraid and apprehensive than I was the first time around.
It's been months since we've seen each other, and in the interim I've
behaved rather badly, demanding more attention, pouting for days when it
wasn't forthcoming, and in general being a brat. Now I know that the
time has come for me to pay for all my trangressions, and my legs
tremble as I stop at the door, raising my hand to knock.
I wait for what seems like hours, imagining you taking your time,
making me sweat, and then the door opens. Once again I'm lost in the
intensity of your eyes, drawn into the room by nothing else as you
remain silent. I walk to the bed, dropping my bag on the floor beside it
as I hear the door shut. I stand still, watching as you walk across the
room, sit down on the couch. There is nothing but silence for a long
moment, but I know better than to try and fill it.
"Undress." you finally say in a calm, cool voice. I hesitate a moment
too long, shocked by the request, and your eyes darken. "I said undress.
NOW SLUT!!" and now your voice has changed, it's deeper, more
commanding, and I respond to it without thinking, undressing quickly.
I stand there trembling, completely naked now as your eyes slide over
me in a caress I can almost feel. Long moment pass during which I know
you're enjoying my discomfort and nervousness, just the beginning of my
punishment I'm sure. My eyes drop to the floor as you stand up and come
toward me, my whole being is hoping for a touch, a kiss, anything that
will reassure me you still feel something, some tenderness towards me.
I'm disappointed when you walk around me slowly, as if inspecting
something you might buy, then move to the table and begin to take things
out of your bag. I can't help but watch, hungry for the sight of you,
craving your touch. Some of the things I see you lay out are familiar
from last time, but most are not, and a cold shudder of fear runs
through me as I realize your intentions today are much more sadistic.
Suddenly I find myself wanting to leave, wondering why I agreed to come
here in the first place after all that's happened.
But it's too late to run away as you pick up the leather wrist
restraints and come to stand in front of me with them. Without being
told, I hold out my hands, hoping to please you in some small way, and
you put them on, snapping the tiny locks in place.
I shake my hands as you walk away, delighting in the tiny sound the
locks make as I move, the familiarity of it.
"So, do you have anything to say for yourself whore?" you ask, kneeling
in front of me to apply the ankle restraints. I want to reach out and
touch you so badly, and I curl my hands into fists, nails digging into
my palms to prevent myself. The sound of your voice, your touch are so
welcome I feel weak in the knees as I stand there.
"Yes Master.... I apologize for being a bratty slut." I whisper, voice
trembling with emotion, tears springing to my eyes as you stand again,
looking down at me.
"Is that all?" you ask coldly, as if disappointed, and I can only nod,
biting down on my lower lip to keep if from trembling. "Fine, if you
have nothing else to say, then you will remain completely silent for the
rest of the day, understand? Do not speak unless I ask you a direct
question." I nod again, only too willing to agree to anything you say.
"This will not be like last time slut, you have earned only my
displeasure these last weeks, and for that you will be properly
punished, understand?"
"Yes Master." I agree, watching you walk back to the table, eyes
widening as you pick up the "Y" chain with it's nipple and clit clamps,
and pull off the rubber covers to reveal the alligator teeth on each.
I whimper softly as you come to stand in front of me, knowing I will do
nothing to stop you, hoping for the strength not to scream. My nipples
are already hard with arousal, your eyes hold mine as you reach out,
twisting them hard to bring them to full attention. My eyes nearly drift
shut as red hot desire cuts through me like a knife, instantly making me
wet and hungry for more.
Then the pain as you put the clamps on my hard nipples, making me cry
out in the silence of the room, it's nearly more than I can stand, then
you kneel in front of me again.
"Spread your pussy for me whore." you command, and my hands shake as I
obey, holding my lips out of the way so that my clit is exposed to you.
This time I do actually scream as the teeth bite into my supersensitive
flesh, I let go , grabbing ahold of your shoulders for support as my
knees turn to jelly from the pain.
You slap my hands away as you stand, grabbing me roughly by the upper
arm to keep me upright, and shoving me toward the bed.
"Get on the bed, all fours like the bitch you are." your eyes glitter
in the light as you unbuckle your belt, slowly pulling it off as I
watch, mesmerized, unable to move. Folding it in half, you point at me
with it, forehead wrinkled as you frown sternly at me, and I scramble
onto the bed, the teeth of the clips biting into me harder as I
move.Hands and knees, I look at you over my shoulder, ass in the air,
longing for your touch, the kiss of your belt.
Slapping the belt lightly against your palm, you walk around the bed,
prolonging it, making me squirm, then finally speaking to me in that
masterful tone that is uniquely yours, that makes me crazy for you just
hearing it.
"I told you on the phone if you came here that you could expect no
mercy from me, and yet still here you are. Why?"
"Because I'm your whore and I live to please you Master." I answer
softly, watching you, wanting you.
"You have a funny damn way of showing it." you come to stand next to
the bed, belt in your right hand. "I will not tolerate behavior such as
you have indulged in for the last few weeks, the next time will be the
last time, understand?"
"Yes Master, please accept my apology." you turn and smile at me, but
it's a wicked smile which does nothing to set my mind at ease.
"We'll have to wait and see about that, it depends on how you perform
for me this evening...." you swing the belt, cracking me across the ass
with it hard, making me jump. Again and again until my ass is red and
tender and I'm starting to whimper, torn between wanting it to end right
now or go on and on forever.
Finally I can't take anymore... "Oh Master, if you don't stop I'm going
to cum." nearly screaming the words, desperate to let go and let the
wave of pleasure crash down on me.
You stop spanking me abruptly, grabbing my hair, pulling my head back.
"You'd better not cum slut...." your other hand reaches between my legs
and grabs my pussy roughly and I cry out at the pain as the teeth of the
clip there bite into me. "This cunt belongs to me, and it only gets to
cum when I say so, understand?"
"Yes Master, yes.... I'm sorry." tears stream from my eyes, both from
the physical pain that slices through me, and the depth of your
displeasure.
"I'm not here for your pleasure, that is the farthest thing from my
mind at this point. You're going to be taught a lesson in self control."
you let go of me and walk away to the table of toys, dropping your belt,
picking up something else.
"If you cum without my permission during this lesson, I will walk away,
simply wash my hands of you and forget the whole thing, understood?"
your words strike more fear into me than a whole roomfull of torture
devices could ever do, and I feel my throat tighten with dread.
"Yes Master." I answer in a very small voice, watching as you bring a
very long spreader bar to the bed, and proceed to lock my ankle
restraints to it, spreading my legs almost impossibly wide.
One knee on the bed, you stand looking down at me, at your property
which is now completely exposed to you, for you. Reaching down, you run
one finger over the wet folds of my pussy, making me moan, eyes drifting
shut, flesh quivering, welcoming your touch.
"My little bitch is in heat too I see, which won't make things any
easier for you, will it?" you ask, slapping my ass hard with your open
hand.
"Nooo Master, it won't." I admit, biting my lip, knowing it's going to
be pure hell.
Again you move to the table and then come back to me, this time with
handcuffs that you use to cuff my wrists to the headboard. Then a
blindfold, a piece of black satin which you tie around my head, blocking
out everything, throwing me into a dark world where there's no sight,
only sensation to focus on.
I feel you move onto the bed behind me, I'm so afraid you'll put your
cock in my pussy and I won't be able to keep myself from cumming that I
tense up, trying to ready myself for it. My reward is a hard slap on the
ass that makes me jump.
"Relax whore..." you demand, and I try so hard to obey, biting my lip,
relaxing my muscles, yet still trembling. You touch me, running your
fingers over the red welts on my bottom, soothing them with your warm
hands.
"I could leave you here like this, go downstairs and find the dirtiest,
nastiest bastard to bring up here, let him fuck you, make you suck his
cock. Tell me how that feels slut." you ask, and I can hear the smile in
your voice, a shudder of unease moves over me at the idea.
"No, please Master, not that." I whimper in response, feeling cold now
as you draw your hand away.
"I'm not giving you a choice, I asked how it makes you feel, now answer
my question."
"Terrible, but I would do it willingly to prove myself to you, to
please you." I admit softly, wishing I could see you, gauge your
reaction to my words.
"You would?" you ask, moving off the bed.
"Oh yes, anything that would make you forgive me sir."
"You would suck a total strangers cock for me?" sounding skeptical as I
hear you move around the room.
"Yes Master." I'm ashamed of myself as I realize the idea is actually
beginning to turn me on a little, that's the affect you have on me, I
would do anything for you, and love it as long as it pleased you.
"Well dream on slut... I know very well that's one of your unfulfilled
fantasies, having two men share your whore ass, and I'm not about to
make it come true."
Shivering, not knowing whether to be relieved or disappointed, I wait,
listening to the small sounds you make, coming to the conclusion that
you are undressing. I hate the blindfold already, it's been so long,
I've missed you very badly and ache just to look at you. But then, I'm
sure you realize this and that's why you've chosen to blindfold me.
I feel the bed give as you move onto it behind me again and catch my
breath, waiting for whatever you choose to do to me next. Hearing
something begin to hum softly, I realize you must have some kind of
vibrating device. A soft hiss of air escapes me as you press it against
my throbbing, swollen clit, moving it over me, torturing me with it.
"Explain to me why you've been behaving so badly slut." you demand,
pushing the vibrator against my wet hole just until it begins to enter
me, then pulling it out again, causing me to whimper softly.
My mind races, I don't quite understand it myself, how am I to
explain?? "I... I don't know Master." my voice very small, knowing you
won't be pleased with the answer.
"That's not an acceptable answer, try another." slapping the clit clip
with the vibrator, I moan at the pleasure/pain, hips moving
involuntarily, which earns me a hard slap on the ass. "Now slave!"
"Oh God...." tears wetting the blindfold, voice shaking. "Because I've
never felt like this, and it scared me!!" admitting it out loud for the
very first time.
"Because no one's ever treated you like the little whore you really
are, is that it April?" you ask, sliding the vibrator up and down over
me, from pussy to the top of my ass and back again.
"Yes... yes, I swear it's true." I sob... "Please believe me."
You laugh softly, pushing the vibrator all the way into my pussy with
one smooth stroke, stretching me with it, ramming it home and leaving it
there, vibrating away deep within me.
"Ohhhhh.." I can't help myself now, the sensation is too much, I wiggle
squirm and moan, feeling you leave the bed again, every fiber of my
being concentrated on not cumming.
"I believe you, but it won't get you out of being punished."
"Yes Sir... ahh," biting my lip, tasting blood as I throw my head back,
wishing I could get my legs together, anything for some chance of
relief. The spreader bar makes that impossible, leaves me completely
exposed for your use.
"You love being a whore, don't you?" I can tell from your voice that
you're standing right next to the bed now, at my shoulder, I cry out as
your fingers tangle in my hair.
"Yes, yes Master, you know I do."
"Open your mouth slut." you growl commandingly, pulling my head toward
you, forcing your hard cock into my mouth as I obey. I suck at you
hungrily, taking you down my throat, loving the way you fuck my mouth,
pulling my hair to do it.
I'm moaning constantly now, so close to the edge, with no way to beg
for your permission to cum. You must sense it, because with your free
hand you reach around behind me, pulling the vibrator from my pussy with
a wet, popping sound.It relieves some of the pressure, and I suck your
cock even more eagerly, making hungry sounds in my throat that you can
feel.
"Yes, I bring out the cocksucking slut in you, and that's what you're
afraid of, isn't it?" you ask, and somehow I manage to nod, even with
your cock in my mouth, and your fingers tangled in my hair.
"You want your Master's hot cum down your throat, don't you slave
whore?"
you ask, pumping my mouth harder as I whimper in response, trying to
nod. "You better not spill one drop whore.... here it comes."
We both moan loudly as I feel your cock spasming, shooting your hot
load down my throat as I try to swallow quickly, feeling my hot pussy
juice leak down my inner thigh, craving, aching for your cock inside me.
"Yes, lick me clean slave." you order, shuddering as you pull out of my
mouth, groaning as I begin to lick you thoroughly, balls, shaft, the
head of your cock, relishing the taste of us mixed together. "Enough."
I moan softly as you move away again, pulling against my restraints,
wanting, needing you so badly I feel half mad from it. Finally I relax
again, coming to my senses, realizing the futility of my struggles.
"Thank you for giving me your cum Master." my voice a whisper of defeat
in the quiet room.
I can hear you moving around the room, but you don't answer, then a
moment later, you're beside me again, reaching under me to remove the
clips, massaging the blood back into my nipples and clit as they tingle
painfully. You feel my hands and ankles, checking to make sure my
circulation hasn't been cut off, and then you're gone again.
After what seems like a very long time, I feel you move onto the bed
behind me again, and I sigh, hoping that now you'll put an end to my
torture by finally fucking me. I'm soon disappointed.
"I'm going to leave you here for awhile slave, I want you to have some
time alone to think about the proper behavior of a submissive. But I
wouldn't want to leave you without any entertainment." I feel something
wet drop onto my asshole, cry out softly as you shove a large buttplug
into me, stroking me with it for only a second before pushing it in all
the way and leaving it.
I want to cry, beg, plead, anything to keep you from leaving me here
like this, but I'm too afraid of displeasing you further to speak at
all.
Now I feel you pressing something against my pussy, sliding it in
slowly, teasingly. A moment later I realize it's the vibrator again as
you turn it on the lowest setting, so that it barely hums, just enough
to keep me on the edge, not enough to push me over. I break out in a
cold sweat immediately, shivering, wondering how I'll be able to stay
sane while you're gone.
You move off the bed, "I also want you to think about the fact that
when I return, I won't be alone. And I'll still expect you to do
everything I tell you to do, understand?"
"Y..Yes Master."
"Very well, I'm leaving now slut, enjoy yourself.Oh, I think I forgot
to mention, my friend is female, and she's going to teach you how to eat
pussy properly." my stomach clenches at your words, you know I have no
interest in women, and I know it's been your fantasy to force me to do
it, make me do it for you, test my limits.
"Yes Master, I would love to eat pussy for you sir." I answer eagerly,
surprising even myself.
You laugh softly, patting me on the ass as you walk by the bed on your
way out. I hear you open the door and then stop.
"One last thing slave.... apology accepted." there's a touch of the old
warmth in your voice that sets my heart soaring as I hear you close the
door behind you.
This is one I'll definitely have to continue.......stay tuned for
chapter two!!
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