Trust Me (Rough Love 3)

Bad slaves got punished. I’d warned her that the deadline was approaching, and she’d decided not to act. I was the kind of Master who punished every infraction, no matter how small, and her failure wasn’t a small thing.

“Stand up straight,” I said. “I’m not going to fight with you over these clamps. Keep your hands down and stick your tits out.”

She did, but she was still crying, still scared. Her chest quailed with her sobs, but that was the point of punishment, to use pain to teach her a lesson. I clamped the first nipple as she squealed behind the gag. The walls were soundproof, thank God. Gag or not, she was making a racket. I clamped the other nipple and let the chain fall down between her breasts. She stared at me as I did it. She was required to look at me, as a power thing, yes, but a safety thing too. I decided she was eighty percent done, but she had a little more hurt and humiliation to endure. I marched her over to the sawhorse and bent her over it, hooking the chain of her manacles to an attachment point on the floor.

She squealed again as the position caused the heavy, hanging clamps to yank down on her nipples. Poor baby. Well, she was the one who’d fallen in love with a sadist. That kind of love came with a price.

“Stop that whining,” I said, yanking her head back by the hair. This, too, jostled the clamps and increased her pain. I kicked her legs apart, spread her wide open, and shackled her ankles to the bottom of the horse. The plug came out next. Big, glass plugs couldn’t be comfortable for her, but at least they stretched her open a little before I commenced the anal portion of her ordeal. I stripped and lubed myself up, and took her hips in my hands, and pushed against her clenching hole.

Her little muscle resisted, but not much. Her ass was still scarlet from the paddling, and I made sure to squeeze her cheeks painfully as I drove into her, inch by inch.

Maybe you think I’m too cruel. Maybe you think I’m a bastard. Yeah, I’m both of those things, but she was here, and she accepted the sadistic side of me like the hardcore masochist she was.

Once I was seated all the way in her ass, I added more lube and settled in for a rough, prolonged fuck. Ten minutes. I never left those kinds of clamps on her for more than ten minutes, and a couple of minutes had already gone by, but eight minutes of rough assfucking probably felt like an hour to her, so it would be enough.

Oh, God, she felt so good on my cock. Her sphincter clenched around me, sending shock waves to my balls. She was bound and impaled, my hurting creature. Now and again she’d squirm over the padded top of the horse, which was naughty, but hell, it increased my pleasure. Let her squirm. She wasn’t getting off this ride until I let her go.

Pretty soon, I started to feel like I was going to come, and it was too soon, so I pulled out of her and went for the strap. I gave her a few swats across the ass, and was rewarded with lovely moaning. I changed the angle and landed a couple strokes on her glistening, exposed pussy. She bucked her hips and jerked her legs in their bonds.

So beautiful. I plunged back into her ass, hurting her, taking her. After a minute or two of hard fucking, I pulled out again and strapped her, just on her pussy this time. Agh, agh, agh, such beautiful protesting sounds, and of course, every time I made her jerk, it hurt her nipples worse.

Chere, the things you endure for me. I love you so much.

I pushed back into her ass, reveling in her body’s trembling acquiescence. I slowed down, enjoying the final deep strokes before my climax exploded. I covered her with my body, sliding over her warm, damp skin. Her punished cheeks felt hot against my hips as I embraced her. I emptied myself inside her, feeling a little sad about how much I hurt her, but feeling glowing contentment too.

Punishment, Price. This is a punishment, not cuddle time.

I pulled away from her and took a moment to remove the nipple clamps before I went to wash up. She waited there, bound and crying. Poor little slave. She should have tried harder to sell herself as a designer. I meant for her to find success, because I was determined that our dynamic not rob her of her greater purpose in life. She was going to make it, if I had to do rough anal to her every fucking week to motivate her.