A Story from My Girlfriend 4

"Tisk tisk." He shook his head at me. I wondered where he was going with this next. "You are much to dirty to ride in my car like that." I looked at him in shock, thinking he was going to make me walk home. He popped the trunk of the car. "Get in." I couldn't believe where he was getting all these ideas from. I was so incredibly horny from the way he was treating me that I was was afraid the wind could send me over the edge into orgasm. I climbed into the trunk, trying to get comfortable.
The ride home was a bit bumpy being in the trunk. Every pothole or blemish in the road knocked me around sending a jolt of pain through my ass, thanks to the butt plug still lodged tightly inside. It didn't stop me from thinking about the events of the night. My clit tingled and I longed to reach down and massage it, but my arms were still held tightly behind my back thanks to the metal cuffs. I didn't know how much long I could take being in this constant state of arousal. On one hand, I wanted to be the best slave I could be for him, so he would let me feel my release sooner. On the other hand, it might be fun to see what kind of punishment he had in mind for me.
I felt the car slow down and come to rest. The door slammed and then the key was placed into the trunk and the lid opened.
"Alright my little cumslut" The bright light of the garage stung my eyes a bit. He helped me out of the trunk and steadied me on my feet. "Now that we are alone, I have a few rules for the remaining time you are my sex slave."
Rules? This should be interesting. I listened intently.
"Rule one. No talking unless you are spoken to." Ok, that's a simple one.
"Rule two. When you have permission to speak, you will address me as Sir." I like where this is headed.
"Rule three. You are here for my pleasure. If and when I decide to give you pleasure or punishment, you will thank me right away." He looked at me with a glint in his eyes.
"Rule four. You will refer to yourself as Your cumslut." My face turned red at this.
"Rule five. You will present yourself to me when ever I am around."
"And rule six, one which I have already told you and one that you have already broken tonight, You may not cum unless I give you permission. Now, with that said, I believe I owe you a punishment for breaking that rule. On your knees Slut."
I smiled and dropped to my knees, the cement cold and hard with each slow crawling movement toward the house. He was behind me the entire way, watching my ass sway from side to side as I tried to make my way inside. Just outside of the door he stopped me.
"You are much too dirty to go into the house like that. Stand." He helped me up to a standing position.
Unlocking my hands from behind me and turning me around to face him he commanded me to undress.
"Yes Sir." I said quietly, loving my submissive role. I started by removing my peep toe black pumps. It felt good to be out of them.
"Now the skirt." I followed directions by uniting the side of my skirt, letting it fall to the ground in a small heap around my feet.
"Unbutton the shirt, slowly." I looked down, glad to be finally getting the cold wet material off of my body. I unbutton the shirt as slowly as I could manage, trying to tease a bit. Once that was off I was left in my stockings and bra, which offered little protection from his eyes. My nipples, still cold from my wet blouse, stood out proudly, begging to be touched. Had I been by myself, I would have already been caressing my breast, squeezing and twisting the nipples making them harder.
"Now the bra." He said. I reached behind me and unhooked it. After sliding off of the shoulders, I was completely naked save for my nylon stockings which stopped at my mid thigh.
"Finish." was all he said. I saw the new bulge growing in his pants and I rolled down my nylons. My clothes lay in a heap around my feet. My nakedness was on display for him.
"Why are you not presenting yourself?" He asked impatiently.
I didn't know what to say. I stood there with my mouth open trying to figure out exactly what he wanted.
"Come on Slut. I know you remember. He grabbed my hair and pulled me close so that his lips pressed up against my ear. "Just think of all those pretty little slave girls on your computer. Think of how they stand for their masters. That's what you want to be for me isn't it? A little slave slut. A disposal for my cum." I nodded as best as I could
"Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir." As soon as he let go of my hair, I dropped to my knees, spreading them as wide as I could and snapped my hands together behind my neck. My large breast stood out and I know he could see my pink bottom lips poking out from the small trimmed triangle of pubic hair I leave for his pleasure.
"That's better." He said. He took my right breast in his hand and felt the weight of it. Squeezing it slightly, he let his finger and thumb find the sensitive nub sticking out. He squeezed and twisted that as well, making me moan.
"Such a slut. In the house." He let my boob drop and followed me as I crawled on all fours into the house. "Into the bathroom." He said. I slowly made my way into the bathroom and waited for my next instruction with my knees spread and my hands behind my head, like the good slut I was.
He reached into the linen closet and brought out a small box. Was that always there? I didn't notice it this morning.
Out from the box he pulled a long leather strip. A collar. My pussy started to instantly cream. I felt so deliciously owned when he snapped it around my neck. Next came two smaller black strips which he snapped around my wrist and then two more one for each ankle. Now, I stood there, naked, my nipple so hard I thought they would burst, arousal practically running down my legs, collard and shackled, waiting for my punishment.
He lead me into the tub raising my hands high above me. I looked up. He had installed another rod right in the middle of the shower. It ran parallel to the other curtain rod. He used it to snap my hands together above my head. I tried pulling on it, but it held strong.
"When did you do this?" I asked forgetting rules number one and two. He looked at me and I knew I was in trouble.
"I'm so sorry Sir." I tried. Too late. I was already going to get another punishment. I could tell by the look in his eyes.
"You just keep talking." He said. He sounded disappointed in me, although, I think he just wanted me to keep breaking the rules, giving him reason to punish me more.
"Open up." The next thing I know, there is a metal ring forcing my jaw open and two leather straps buckled together behind my head. He went to the hamper and pulled out a pair of my dirty panties and then f***ed those inside the ring muffling any sounds I might have tried to make. One more strip of cloth came out of the box and was placed over my eyes. I was pretty much helpless now. I know he could smell my arousal. It invaded my nostrils and I could feel my juices as they puddled by my feet.
He caressed my chest again. Pinching and pulling the nipples. I moaned, enjoying his manipulations. he knew how sensitive my nipples were. He took one into his mouth and sucked and bit until I gasped in pain. He then showed the other one the same treatment, over and over again until he grabbed one and started winding a thick rubber band over it, making it stick straight out. He then addressed the other one the same one, leaving them jutting out over twice the size they usually are.
I could feel his hands spreading my ass cheeks apart. It took all I had to hold in any liquids that was filling my bladder. The butt plug was pulled from me, leaving me feeling empty, that I almost moaned in disappointment.
"Don't worry Slut, you wont be without something in your ass for long." I pushed my butt out, inviting him to stick his cock inside of me, but instead I felt a long rubber tube. He was giving me an enema?! The soapy warm water filled me slowly, making the pressure of my bladder almost unbearable. Once totally filled, he replaced the plug making act as a cork.
"Now, I believe we have the matter of your punishment." He started. You broke 4 rules tonight. Therefor, I believe 20 smacks are in order. 5 for each rule. Now, because tonight is your first night as my slave, I am going to go a bit lenient on you. Next time, it will be 10 smack each time." I smiled best I could when I heard him say next time, but my body was beginning to tremble a bit. How hard were these smacks? Could I handle them?
"For each smack, I expect to hear you count..." He put his finger in my gagged mouth, playing with my soiled panties. "At least, the best you can manage. And I better here a thank you sir for each one too."
SMACK The first one stung the right side of my ass. Although I was blindfolded I still saw bright lights exploding.
"What do you say?" He growled in my ear
"N. Ank Ou Ir." Was all I could manage through the gag.
SMACK. This time it was the left
"OO. Ank Ou Ir."
This went on, my ass felt as though it were on fire by the time he was done and I was having a hard time breaking through my nose.
I heard a buzzing noise. I then felt his fingers playing with my cunt lips. The tip of the vibrator was teasing all around my sensitive areas. He got it past the outer lips pausing to stimulate my swollen clit. I moan loudly behind my gag trying to push my hips rather out to get the stimulation I needed.
He moved out of the way, teasing me like this for a while. Stimulating me, making me moan and pant through my nose, best I could, then take it away just before my moment of release came. I was getting frustrated. I needed release so badly. I wanted to cum. He shoved the vibrator up inside my cunt. I waited for him to take it out and start fucking me with it or something, anything to make me cum, but instead he grabbed my hair and pulled my head close to him.
"Have fun Slut." He turned on the cold water and with that he was gone.