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MissScarletta 59F
18 posts
3/28/2015 3:33 pm
Slave's Folly


I looked at my watch and frowned, Sub was to have lunch ready at 1pm, his instructions were very clear. I had been busy catching up on my accounts and answering some business emails at my desk , forgetting the time and suddenly I had realised the house was quiet.
I hit the hibernate button on the keyboard and rose from my chair, moving quietly across the thick carpet of the study. The door was already open and my footsteps were silent as I had no shoes on. I walked into the kitchen to find it empty, clean and silent. It took me a moment to recall what instructions sub had been given for the morning, other than having lunch ready at the allotted time.

I remembered that he was to have cleaned up after breakfast, which he had clearly done as the surfaces and sink were spotless in the kitchen. As the spring sunshine had for once made an appearance, I had then instructed him to spend some time in the garden. The lawn needed mowing and edging to get rid of the straggly winter growth of grass. I strode to the back door and opening it looked out, half expecting to see sub still at work. The garden was empty, although the lawn did look very neat and tidy. Closing the back door I walked back across the tiled floor and made my way through the other rooms downstairs. The lounge and dining room were also empty. I was puzzled. Sub had never disappeared before and I hadn't given him anything to do that was so stressful he would have left, not that I really thought he would leave anyway.
I made my way upstairs and checked the bedrooms and the bathroom. Still no sub. Finally the only place left was the playroom downstairs. Descending the stairs I opened the thick wooden door and entered the room. It was dark as there were no windows and the lights were off. I flicked on the side lights so that a soft amber glow filled the room. At first I thought it empty, but as I glanced round I realised the door to the huge wet room was ajar and through the gap I could see a shape lying on the gyno chair just visible. I pushed open the door to the wet room to see sub, lying on the chair, covered in a large towel, fast asleep. At first I couldn't help smiling as he had his hand tucked up under his cheek like a small boy, but I quickly remembered that he had fallen asleep instead of following instructions. I stood watching his steady breathing as I debated how I should handle this transgression.

Sub had been up late the previous evening as I had asked him to carry out some research online and it had taken him several hours. He knew that I would require his results to be well presented and I suspected he had been up until the early hours finishing. However, that was no excuse for today’s incident. I stepped over to the chair and quickly wrapped the cuffs attached to it round sub’s free hand. He didn't stir. His legs were already stretched out so I quickly, but quietly wrapped cuffs round his ankles and then his thighs. Sub still hadn't moved and his breathing stayed soft and even. Finally I moved round to where his palm was nestled under his head. I gently pried his wrist away, smiling as he simply moved his head to face the other way. I wrapped the cuff round his last free limb. Sub now lay flat out and secure on the chair and I wondered how much I could do before he woke. Enjoying myself now, I returned to the foot of the chair and turned the handle that separated the leg section. I continued until sub’s legs were spread wide apart, then with a knob on the side of the chair I raised them until his feet were almost under his knees. His genitals hung over the edge of the seat of the chair, nicely exposed for my attentions. I could hear from his breathing that he was stirring from his deep sleep, but he still had not fully awoken. I lifted the towel and removed it from his torso, leaving him naked. I watched him for a few moments as his head moved a few more times and finally his eyes opened. I was the first thing he saw, standing over him, glaring. He jerked against the cuffs, his eyes locked on mine, fear in his eyes. When he realised he couldn't move he briefly glanced down before looking up again at me, his face flushing.
“Yes, boy, you are in trouble.” I didn't need to raise my voice, the coldness was enough to start him shivering.

I turned away from him silently, knowing this would make him even more worried and nervous. I opened a few drawers and cupboard doors behind his field of vision, not actually removing anything, simply to build the tension. Finally I put a few things on the metal table and rolled it next to sub. His eyes dropped to it and widened when he saw the contents. I picked up the packet of needles and made a show of checking the seals on the packaging. When I glanced back at sub his face was white, his eyes fixed on the packet.
I dropped them back onto the tray and picked up a very large black butt plug. This plug was larger by at least an inch than anything I had trained sub to use so far. His anal training had been slow and gradual as he had proved to be quite sensitive. The plug had a small hole where it narrowed nearly to a point and the flared end had a small tube and stopper.
I greased the plug liberally and then dipped three fingers into the tub of lube. I moved to stand between sub’s legs and roughly grabbed his cock, lifting it out of the way. I could feel sub’s eyes glued to me as I rested my fingers against his hole, then slid first one, then two inside. Sub let out a moan as I treated him more roughly than I had when gently training him to take anal play.
I twisted my fingers around making sure the lubrication covered his hole, then rested the plug against it. I looked up into sub’s eyes and still not smiling warned him in the same cold voice I had used before,
“Take a breath sub, this may be uncomfortable.”

Before he could respond I pushed slowly but firmly and started to slide the plug into him. He sucked in a deep breath and let out a sound that was a cross between a moan and a whine. His buttocks tensed and I found it difficult to slide the plug in further. I pulled the plug out and reached behind me for my crop. I moved his cock out of the way again and let my hand flick down to strike his balls, following quickly with one, two three more strikes. Sub squirmed hard letting out a high pitched cry as he felt the stinging leather on his soft, sensitive skin. He had none of the usual build up, just harsh punishment. I paused waiting until he stopped squirming.
“Remember your training, sub. You relax to take the plug, no tensing against me. I am very disappointed in you boy.” Sub’s eyes met mine. I could see all him emotions in his face. Fear, anxiety, regret and definitely sorrow at my disappointment in him. I lifted the crop again, enjoying myself as I continued the sharp slaps to his reddening balls. Sub started his whine again, squirming in the seat but as I continued to strike, one sac then the other, he started to cry and jerk his limbs against the restraints. I continued for another thirty seconds, using the crop harder than I had before in our few introductory CBT sessions. Finally I stopped and placing the crop onto the table beside sub, I looked into his tear filled eyes.
“I think you will remember this lesson, won’t you sub?” I still had not smiled or given him any other indication of my feelings other than clear disappointment and annoyance with him. I knew this would be as powerful a punishment as his physical trial.
I picked up the butt plug again and checked it for lube. It still shone from a thick coat of the grease, so I placed it back against his hole. I pushed. Firm but constant pressure on subs anus made him moan again, but this time I saw him try to relax his buttocks.
“Push out, sub.” I advised softly and saw him obey. The plug slid in a little further, this time getting through the tight outer rings. Sub’s moans were back to being the higher pitch whine as I kept pushing, twisting the rubber toy as I pushed. I paused as the plug reached almost half way in then pulled the plug back out, almost fully before pushing in again. Sub wailed as the plug slid in and out, his legs shaking with the strain of keeping still for his owner.
“Push out again, sub” I instructed as the plug went back in to the half way position. This time I kept pushing firmly, ignoring his discomfort until suddenly the plug slipped all the way in leaving only the flared end protruding.

I patted subs red balls and stepped back admiring his bottom. Sub remained still, his eyes shut but I could see a flush rising on his face as he knew I was looking at his most private place. I picked up a piece of tubing that hung from the wall and attached it to the base of the plug. Sub’s eyes were still closed as he came to terms with the large plug in his arse. I turned a tap on the wall where the tube was attached and the liquid flowed down the tube and into the plug. I had installed an expensive piece of equipment when I had the wet room built that allowed me to give my subs enemas of any size and temperature. I could also add other things to the water I used but this time I kept it to plain water, although it was quite warm, a bit above skin temperature. As he felt the water flowing into him, sub’s eyes flew open to look at me. This was sub’s typical response when he wanted reassurance. I simply looked back at him watching as his colon filled with warm water. After a minute or so, his belly started swelling a little, but I left the water running. Previously he had only had small cleansing enemas, never one intended to cause discomfort.
I leant over as a distinct curve appeared as his tummy distended and ran my hand over his skin, palpating his abdomen. He let out a groan of discomfort but I continued to stroke and massage. Finally, his abdomen now much fuller than it was, making him almost look pregnant, I turned the tap on the wall to stop the flow of water.
I knew sub would be relatively clean inside anyway as he had standing orders to always give himself a cleansing enema every morning, so this one was purely for my own entertainment and his punishment.
I gave his tummy a final firm pat and stepped back to remove the tube from the plug in his arse, replacing it with a small black stopper.
“I will be back in a while, sub. I would say ‘enjoy yourself’, but I know you won’t be comfortable.” I smiled for the first time, but sub knew that smile and his face paled.

I left the wet room and returned to my study, flicking on the monitor so that I could view sub as he lay squirming and moaning in his chair. His eyes alternated between being squeezed shut, usually accompanied by a groan, and sweeping open to watch the door for my return. I smiles, settling down to watch him for a little while. I left sub for around fifteen minutes before leisurely wandering back down to the play room. As I entered the wet room, sub tensed and fixed his eyes on mine, pleading clear in his face.
I strode to stand between his legs, picking up his cock and stroking it leisurely while I watched his face. It took only a few seconds to start to firm and his face flushed as I kept my eyes on his. I still said nothing, simply stroked and gently ran my thumb round the head of his erection.
With his cock now rigid, I dropped my hand to cup his still sensitive balls. Just a light squeeze was enough to gain a cry from sub.
“I am going to take out the plug, boy. Do not let the water go.” I stared into his eyes as I spoke. Sub nodded and briefly shut his eyes.
I took hold of the rubber end and pulled gently until the plug was almost free, but at the last moment pushed it hard back into sub. He grunted loudly and squirmed away from me. I repeated the slow withdrawal and then quick insertion several times, fucking his arse with the rubber toy. Sub was whimpering now and I knew he would be worrying about retaining the water, as well as being in discomfort from the rubber being used repeatedly on him.
Finally I pulled the plug all the way out, throwing it into the sink behind me.
I stepped back and watched sub’s hole twitch as he valiantly tried to hold the water in his body. Sub’s pleading eyes remained on mine and I smiled at his predicament.
“I am going to move behind you sub, when I say you may release the water.” Sub’s eyes widened again. Previously he had been allowed to expel his cleansing enemas in private and into the toilet. This would be humiliation in the extreme for him. I move to stand behind him and leant down, one hand on each nipple.
“Let go now, sub.” I whispered and gripped his nipples tightly and twisted them, nails digging in. Sub emitted a loud cry, his hands clenching as I twisted harder. His bowels expelled the water with force as he cried out louder from the pain in his chest. I continued to twist and pinch him until he was empty, looking down into his face, watching a multitude of expressions cross his face.
Finally I released him and picked up a hose hanging on the corner of the room. I turned on a jet of water and washed down the floor until clean water ran down into the floor drain.

Once the floor was clean, I adjusted the controls on the chair. Sub was moved until his head was down, almost to the floor, his legs in the air and spread wide. His still erect cock sticking out from his body, his slightly swollen pink balls nestling into the V of his legs.
“You realise what you are being punished for, boy?” I asked as I stroked my hand between his legs and over his balls.
“Yyyyes Ma’am,” he stammered,
“Well, what am I punishing you for?” I prompted impatiently.
“I didn't make lunch Ma’am, I fell asleep.” I saw sub close his eyes as he admitted his folly.
“I think you will be more careful in future, won’t you, sub?” I looked down into his eyes as I spoke. His face flushed more, from blood draining into his head as he hung from the chair upside down and from my steady gaze on him.
I knew he would expect that to be the end of his punishment, but I was really enjoying myself, enjoying extending sub’s experiences, pushing his tolerances.
I picked up the crop again and standing in front of sub, my legs slightly spread enabling him to look up at my crotch if he opened his eyes. I started tapping sub’s balls as they were freely available to me. He moaned as I tapped, the sacs becoming more sensitive with every slap of the leather tip.
I suddenly gave him a hard slap with the crop, a red line appearing across both balls. Sub squealed and twisted and jerked in the chair. I paused a moment until he straightened, then struck him again, hard across the balls. This time his voice raised several pitches as he cried out. I continued to hit his balls with the crop in a slow rhythm, giving him just enough time between each one to grab a breath and steady his squirming in the chair. His cock had understandably wilted and started getting in the way. I paused in my cropping and grabbed a length or rope, wrapping it round his torso, then round his cock, coarsely tying it off so that his cock was stretched up his stomach and away from his balls.
“Hmm, much better.” I gave his cock a hard slap just for kicks, smiling at his shocked cry. I returned to cropping sub’s balls, returning to my rhythm of hard slaps, watching red lines appear on sub’s inner thighs as well as his sacs as the crop caught both. By now his cries were more like high pitched screams and he twisted and squirmed in the chair, in vain as there was no way for him to escape.
Finally, as his balls swelled and turned a purple colour I stopped and put the crop on the table. Sub was still squirming and sobbing, muttering to himself with his eyes tightly shut.
I took a short piece of fine rope and tied it firmly around the base of his hot balls. Sub moaned in pain all the time I touched him. Finally, his balls tightly tied, the purple flesh prominent between his legs, I turned the table so that he returned to his horizontal position and then to an upright position. His feet off the floor, attached to the chair, his cock still fastened up to his stomach.
I took a leather parachute from the table and fixed it round his roped balls, the strap fitting tightly. Small chains hung from the leather apron and attached some weights to them. As sub hung there, I added more and more weights until his balls were being stretched firmly downwards. With each additional weight sub groaned a little more. I picked up my crop again and sub groaned, his eyes back on mine in disbelief.
“I really am very unhappy with you, sub.” I said by way of an explanation. He nodded in resignation.
I started tapping again, but this time against the underside of his tied cock. He flinched with each strike. The skin started to turn pink with the continual, increasingly firm taps. Sub started to let out little yelps with each flinch of his body and as his voice grew louder I realised I no longer wanted to hear him. His normal ball gag seemed rather mundane for this punishment session, so I went to a cupboard and retrieved one I thought more challenging for today.
“Open” I ordered firmly and as his lips parted I pushed a penis gag into his mouth, the black silicone intruded further and further until it just touched his throat. Sub gagged a little and I debated whether it was too long, but decided to use it as a training tool as I would expect sub to learn to deep throat eventually.
I fastened the gag round the back of his head, not too tight this time so that the inserted penis wouldn't continually push into his throat. He choked a few times, drooling before slowly relaxing and getting more used to the feel of the toy at the back of his mouth.
I nodded my approval and returned to stand in front of him. His eyes continued to follow me as I picked up my crop once more. This time I laid stripes down the inside of his soft thighs, the red tracks appearing at regular intervals until they seemed to cover his skin from above the knee to groin. His legs shook and his cries were muffled by the gag filling his mouth. Dribble and drool slid from his lips down his chest.
I ran my fingers up and down his cock, debating my next move. His balls were swollen and purple, stretched away from his cock and his groin. His cock was still firmly tied to his belly, red and hot on the underside from the crop. I knew I was nearing his physical limit as his body shook on the chair and his breath came in gulps and shudders.
I gently unclipped the parachute, removing the weights from his stretched balls. He gave a small sigh, but it quickly turned to a sob as I took hold of his still tied sacs. I flicked them with my nail and sub screeched, jerking in his bonds. I flicked again and heard him screech and choke at the same time. The screech was muffled but still loud. Subs eyes were tightly closed and tears slid down his cheeks. I pushed my nail into the side of his balls, smiling as he screeched again, his breath coming in short gulps. Finally I took one last squeeze, listened to his blubbing and muffled cream. I released him and untied the rope on his balls. He groaned as they were released, the blood flow restored. I then removed the rope from his cock, letting it slip from his waist. His now soft cock flopped down and sub let out a relieved sigh.
I returned the chair to the horizontal position and untied sub until his abused body was free. He did not attempt to move though, simply flexed his fingers. The gag still impaled his mouth and I decided to leave it there, enjoying seeing him struggle with it.
I glanced at my watch and realised I had been punishing sub for two hours. I briefly felt a little guilt, but only very briefly, then shrugged my shoulders and looked into sub’s face.
“I’m still hungry sub. Make my lunch now, then serve it. You will remain gagged so don’t dribble into the food, please.” I glared at him briefly then turned and left the room, leaving sub to make his own painful way back to the kitchen. I glanced quickly over my shoulder as I ascended the stairs, grinning as sub walked in the most amusing way trying to avoid rubbing his very sore thighs or balls.
I was pretty sure my lunch and probably my dinner would be ready on the dot and prepared perfectly today, and probably for many weeks to come.

jetsly 78M
40 posts
3/31/2015 5:23 pm

Beautifully written. A style that is economic without sacrificing precision, content with depth and nuance, and (sorry, but I am an academic) flawless grammar and syntax. Please favor us all with more such efforts!



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