I checked the time of arrival on my sat nav for the millionth time. I had been warned not to be late and I had no desire to earn myself a punishment. I worked out that I had time to stop and go to the toilet and still be there with ample time. Sure enough I pulled into the car park with ten minutes to spare. I had just gathered together my things and set off when my phone rang. I answered but then wished I hadn’t as now I didn’t know what time it was as I have no watch. I tried desperately to be polite but to get shut of the caller as I was beginning to panic. I was right by the door but I was going to be late. Luckily the caller took the hint and I was able to check the time. Two minutes to go as I rang the doorbell.
The door opened instantly and I saw him check his watch as he beckoned me inside. He smiled as he said regretfully that he thought I was going to be late. I didn’t have time for a reply as he pointed me in the direction of the changing room.
“strip off and put the two items laid out on”
I hastily removed my clothes and went to see what I was to put on; a heavy leather collar and a pair of evil nipple clamps. After my last visit, my nipples and breasts had been tender for over a week so I was a little nervous as I carefully fastened them into place.
I am not normally fazed by being naked but I felt very intimidated as I walked into his room.
There was a bright light dividing the room so my half was blindingly light and he was standing behind it so I could barely see him in the gloom.
“stand there and let me look at you”
I tried to see through the gloom, to see if he was pleased with me. He seemed to be, as I had arrived on time and had obeyed the simple first instruction.
“when did you last have a pee?”
My stomach dropped and all my feelings of being good dissipated. Even as I muttered “about 20 mins ago”, I knew it was a mistake. I had not been told not to pee but with hind sight, it would have been a good idea to ask. Now I felt like I had been a bit too clever for my own good (see entry on comfort zone for explanation).
He came into the light and I saw he was holding a riding crop. He circled round me applying the crop to my breasts as he told me how disappointed he was and that I should have made sure that I had a full bladder and that now my breasts would have to be punished.
He made a start on them, by flicking and tapping and watching me squirm. I tried to be quiet as I knew (and he reminded me) that excessive noise would result in a gag……………..and we all know how much I hate gags.
I was very glad when he stopped paying attention to my breasts even though he made me bend over so he could inspect me.
Inspections rank right up there with gags as things I hate. There is nothing more humiliating than having your bottom cheeks prised apart so they can have a good luck, or feeling fingers poking into your pussy commenting on its wetness, or fingers feeling for any stray hairs. The ultimate humiliation is the finger probing your arse hole and in this instance being told that it is too tight and that he is going to work on it.
When I had been poked and prodded till my face was bright red, I was allowed to stand up; nipple clamps still in place and have some more attention to my breasts. I wished wholeheartedly that I hadn’t been so clever as they got redder and sorer. He took the time to tell me that my bottom normally got a lot of attention so he was going to do different things to make his point.
He disappeared into the gloom and reappeared a moment later with a wooden chair and a large rubber dildo that suctioned to the chair.
“put it in your arse and sit down”
Such a simple instruction but not so easy to do. I have never put a dildo in myself when standing up and I have never put a floppy one in myself so I felt doubly humiliated as I tried to comply while he sat and watched me from behind the light. He offered me some lube but that just made it even more difficult as it now slid all over the place.
Eventually he took pity on me and made me bend over while he inserted it inside me. It seemed huge and it took some time to get it in properly and then he made me sit down on the chair. I cannot honestly remember ever being so uncomfortable, even with the hook on the last visit. He ignored my discomfort as he secured my wrists and ankles to the chair before going to sit down behind the light.
I tried to get comfy but felt like I was completely full and there was no wriggle room. I tried to see him but could barely make out his relaxed figure behind the light.
“so tell me about Pebble”
I could not believe my ears, I am stuck on a chair with a dildo up my ass and he is asking me questions. I babbled some kind of answer, not entirely sure how coherent it was.
“tell me about sour sweets”
I babbled some more, wishing I could see him so I could gauge how my rabbiting was being received. When he did appear into the light however, he started circling me, like an animal with his prey. He had a flogger which he used to keep me guessing as to where he was going next.
My physical discomfort faded as I was now mentally tormented as to what he was going to do next. Sometimes in the light, sometimes in the dark, in front, behind me. I just never knew where he was or what he was doing. But the worse thing he did was NOTHING. How can someone instil so much fear just by being there? I was almost glad when he was squeezing my nipple or using the flogger as at least then I knew where he was.
After a while he pulled his chair forward and sat between my spread legs. I heard him put a glove on and then felt him probing at my pussy. Deeper and tighter, the probing was relentless. Sometimes hard, sometimes gentle, sometimes a touch on my clit. I was unable to move as much as I would have liked as the dildo was stuck to the chair but I know I was in heaven, all the torment forgotten as I just experienced wave after wave of pleasure.
I could smell my pussy juice mingling with the smell of the gloves and I could feel the wet on the chair and I felt so animal like as I just writhed to his command. Suddenly he slapped my face and I stared at him wide eyed as he did it again several times. It is so strange how such an aggressive act can make me cum even more like an animal.
He went back to the dark side to sit and watch me some more as I calmed down and wriggled in my own juices.
It was only calm for a bit before he started his circling again. It was making me even more nervous this time and when he came in close to ask me a question, I growled at him. I say growl, but it was more like a snarl. It shocked him and absolutely terrified me.
“did you just growl at me?”
If I had thought I was babbling before then it was nothing to what I was doing now. Luckily he thought it was funny that I had dared to growl but it didn’t stop the painful consequences for my breasts as he reminded me that it is not a subs place to growl no matter how much they are tormented.
At last I was allowed to be untied and released from the dildo. I asked if I could go and have a wash as I hate feeling unclean and the chair was swimming with juices. I was not allowed as I had growled so I was to have the anal hook put in for a bit to remind me of my place.
I was fastened face to the wall with my arms outstretched and the hook pulling up to where my arms were attached. It was comfy to say the least and what was worse was now I could not even see where he was as the crop and a paddle landed on various parts of my anatomy before he started playing with the hook. For some reason, he started tapping on it and for some reason this made me desperate to pee. For some stupid reason, I told him. I really should learn to keep my mouth shut.
I begged him to stop and for me to be allowed to pee but he had other ideas. I felt a washing up bowl forced between my legs and the order was given to pee in the bowl. He continued to tap at the bloody anal hook as I tried to die from embarrassment as the pee started dribbling down my leg.
Just when I thought it could not get any worse, he took my photo. I am hoping that that photo will never surface but who knows how mean some people can be???
When I was released, I was sent to the bathroom with all the equipment and the chair to give them a thorough wash before I was allowed to wash myself. I spent some time cleaning trying to calm down. He inspected the items and then told me to sit on the toilet as far back as I could. I felt a shemargh put over my eyes and I waited wondering if he was going to play with my clit again while making me pee some more.
I was surprised then to feel a strong gush of his pee washing over me as he reminded me again that subs do not growl. As he walked away, I took the blindfold off and glared at his departing back and fuck me if my face didn’t start thinking about growling again. Luckily, very luckily, I was able to stop myself so when he turned to see me, I was looking like a good girl.