Ok, so I admit that "Learnt" isn't a word, but most everyone uses it and I never really thought much about it. In one of my stories for my Master I had used it several times. To my dismay, Master informed me to stop using it, that he was proud of my writing and didn't want others to think I didn't know the difference. Naturally the sassy side of me decides to kick in. After a bit of teasing, "My Master," I jokingly said. "I was just playing a game." This did not set well with him in the least.
"princess, I am trying to show you something constructive and then you go and call it a game. I will not, WILL NOT, have that kind of attitude from you, YOU have really pissed me off!"
"I apologize, Master. Please forgive me," I said softly with eyes downcast and a heart filled with shame. I knew what he was doing but sometimes it's hard for me to accept praise.
Master sat there fuming and silent. God, I hate that silence! It's as if he is looking into my soul and concentrating so hard that I can feel it burning deep within. I squirmed about in my chair and stood, heading toward the bathroom. No, I didn't need to go. I just needed to get away from my Master's prying eyes.
"SIT!!!!!! young lady." One simple word with the force of an army behind it.
Obediently I sat and waited for what was about to come. I knew I had been wrong even the moment I began my foolish behavior, but it was, as they say, too little too late.
"princess, your writing is excellent, and I want all who read it to see the same thing I see when I read it. I only told you this to help you improve. Yet, in return for my kindness, you take it lightly and call it a game. Tell me, princess, what shall you do to correct that mistake?" asked Master.
"I don't know, Master."
"Well, I do. You will write for me three hundred times, "I will always listen to my Master whenever he has anything to say that I know will be for my own good" and while writing this you will wear your nipple clamps. However you are only allowed a maximum of thirty minutes of writing at a time. At that point you will take a break, remove the clip and wait thirty minutes again and each time those clips will be worn. Is that clear, young lady?"
"Oh, Master, that will make it so hard to concentrate, and each time I have to reapply the clips will hurt like hell!" I whined.
"princess, do not challenge me!"
"Yes, Master." I replied a bit pouty.
"Would you care to go for five hundred times, my pet?"
"NO!!!!!!! Master."
"I thought not. Now you are not allowed to start on this till after 7am. It will be done and waiting for me at 3pm when I return home. Is that understood, princess?"
"Yes, Master. I understand perfectly!"
The rest of the night I trudged around the house; trying to get a head start on my work for the following day, seeing as how most of it was to be spent doing punishment. Master sat in his big chair doing reports of some kind. Occasionally as I passed by he would stop me, have me sit on his lap and as he continued to read. He would toy with my pussy until I was soaking wet and ready to gush, then he would slide me off his lap.
"You are dismissed, princess. Continue with your work and keep those hands away from my pussy. When I want it played with I will let you know." Easing into the bathroom I cleaned the wet slick juices from my Master's pussy and got back to what I was doing with a lot of distractions, most of which came from between my legs. It seemed that every step just provided more stimulation but that was not good enough. Master was going to make sure that I never ever let this incident leave my mind.
"princess, bring a chair and sit in front of me with your legs on my chair arms and masturbate for my pleasure. Do NOT dare cum or you will pay dearly! Now, be quick about it." I pulled a kitchen chair into the living room and sat as Master instructed. With legs spread wide so Master could see my clean shaven pussy and all its tender deep pink folds, I began to gently tease the inner lips that hang past the outer ones.
"Oh Master, this feels so good!" I whispered as I continued to stroke with him watching my face and my hand as I neared my clit. Leaning forward Master took the outer lips in his fingers and pulled me wide.
"Feed me, princess!"
Shoving two fingers inside my pussy I brought them out and to my Master's lips. He sucked gently on them . Reaching into his pocket he removed a clip and handed to me. "On the right side, princess, of your inner lip. It is shorter and needs to be stretched."
I bit down hard on my lower lip as the clip seized the tender flesh. A moan escaped my lips as I tried to squirm but Master held firmly to my outer lips preventing me from doing so. Reaching into his other pocket he came out with kite string. "Tie this to the clip, my pet!"
Once it was tied in place, Master slid back into his seat and took the other end of the string with him. I continued to masturbate for what seemed to be for my own pleasures; Master was acting as if he was not paying attention. I leaned my head back and began rubbing my hard nipples. Spitting into the palm of my hand I let the wet saliva roll over each erect nipple. Oh, god, how good this felt. Meanwhile my other hand was busy playing with my clit. I was so close it was only a few seconds away. A sudden jerk on the string brought a howl from my mouth.
"OUCH Master, that hurt!"
"You were coming way too close to disobeying. I saved you from a hard spanking, princess. What should you do my pet?"
"Thank you, Master, for helping me not to make a mistake."
"You are most welcome. You know, princess, I do so like the way that pussy lip looks when stretched. Maybe I will tie it off like that for awhile. What do you think, dear?"
"Whatever pleases you, Master. After all it is your pussy, Master."
"So true, lets see how far we can stretch it." Master slowly pulled until my eyes began to water from the pain.
"Please, Master, no more! PLEASE!!!!!!"
"I tell you what, little one. If you can make your Master cum in five minutes I will remove the clip. If you can not, you will have it moved to your clit and a weight attached while you do your evening exercise. This will include, twenty five knee bends, twenty five toe touches and twenty five jumping jacks. Now, shall we start, pet?"
I was bound and determined to make Master cum. I feared that clip on my clit and the exercise would send me into fits of pain with the weight attached to the clip. Even the thought made me hurt. Sliding onto my knees I slipped my fingers into Master's sport shorts and eased them down. His cock was already rock hard. "This should be a piece of cake", I told myself as I watched Master check the time. Without hesitation I began to lick the head of his cock, letting my tongue flicker the delicate slit and then run around the band surrounding the head. Master moaned loudly. "Oh yes, my nasty little girl, lick your Master's cock. Worship it, my little pet."
With my right hand stroking Masters thick shaft and my mouth wrapped tightly around the head sucking hard, my left hand teased his heavy balls with my finger nails running gently over them. Master began to thrust forward, fucking my mouth hard, pulling my hand out of the way he shoved his meaty flesh deep into my throat. "He is going to cum," I thought, and he would have had he not stopped, looked at his watch, and sighed.
"Six minutes, princess, and you did not manage to make your Masters cock cum. Please stand, and take your hands and spread your pussy lips, my sweet!"
Hysteria gripped me like a vise, "PLEASE, Master, please don't make me wear that on my clit. It will hurt too much Master!"
"First of all, young lady, that is NOT your clit. It belongs to me. To do with as I see fit whenever I desire, wherever I desire. Now get your ass up and no more back talk. Otherwise, I shall do the same to those nipples and come tomorrow when you are wearing those nipple clips you will pay twice for your sass."
As the clip enclosed around my small but sensitive clit, I whimpered softly. Master reached and took my hands placing them behind my head and walked to the desk drawer, pulled out a cluster of fishing weights on a paper clip. He attached it to the string that dangled between my legs and let it drop, making me scream.
"Oh, Master. Please have mercy. It hurts so badly."
Master walked up behind me, ran his strong arms beneath mine and began toying with my nipples, squeezing and pinching, I, in turn, begin to thrust about, causing the weights to swing. I stopped immediately, the pain growing worse with each movement.
"princess, you have a choice. Either the exercise or the alternative. Which do you prefer?"
"What is the alternative, Master?"
"I will tell you when you give me your answer, now choose!"
I thought for a moment, the alternative couldn't be as painful as the jumping jacks and all were bound to be. "I'll take the alternative, Master." Master walked away and returned with a vibrating egg which he eased into my soaking wet pussy, then turned it on. I jerked with the first wave of life from the small toy. It felt so good. Walking over to the kitchen chair he placed it in front of me.
"Grab onto the seat of the chair, princess and keep your legs spread wide." Master then applied a small amount of cream to my asshole. Oh, no, it hadn't been used in months and it was so tight. I squirmed a bit as his cock head teased the tight puckered ring. As he pushed forward I leaned into the chair, trying to escape the pain of what was still to come.
"princess!!!!!" Master growled.
Breathing into the pain as his cock eased in a bit deeper. Bit by bit, it stung, burnt, and yet in a way felt nice all at the same time. My body wasn't sure weather to scream or rejoice. Once his cock was finally in to its limit, he stood still a moment giving me time to relax. Then slowly he began a in and out motion, each time increasing the force of the insertion, each time making the clip on my clit bounce more and more. I moaned, the egg inside me was driving me crazy, Master's fucking was pushing me toward the edge and the pain combined was about to send me over the top. The weights bounced around wildly, swinging to and fro, the sound of Master's skin smacking against mine each time he entered me echoed throughout the room. I was ready to cum!
"Master, I need to cum, may I please cum?"
"Not yet, princess, not till your Master has cum. Who's pleasure comes first, my pet?"
"Yours, Master."
"Very good, my nasty little girl."
Concentrating on controlling my needs, I tried to think of anything except the blazing fire inside my loins. That was even too much to ask of a super hero. Still I worked overtime on it. Shortly, I felt my Master's cock erupt, spilling forth his heated cum. His cock jerked about inside me.
"Now, Master, can I please cum now for you?"
Taking my tits into his hands and squeezing and pinching the nipples roughly. "Cum now, my pet, give it to me, Now!"
The expression feeling the earth move was mild to what I felt as my ass and pussy muscles tightened squeezing the awaiting orgasm from my body. Jerking as if having a seizure I let the wave of pleasure sweep me away. Again and again my pussy constricted pushing me father into the world of pure pleasure. Just when I thought I had reached the end, Master reached between my legs and removed the clip. The blood rushed in and a pain shot through me. At the same time Master knelt between my legs and began sucking gently on the throbbing tissue. A scream echoed from somewhere deep inside me as another wave of pleasure attacked my very soul. Writhing like a flower I surrendered to yet another hard but VERY satisfying orgasm.
Weak kneed, I slumped onto my Masters lap and lay my head on his chest. Gently stroking my hair, he kissed me on top of my head and whispered, "You earned it, my princess, every single drop of it." With that he rolled me onto the carpet and removed the egg. I lay gasping for breath, relaxed and floating on a cloud of harmony.
Snuggling up next to me, Master wrapped his arms and legs around my small body. "Rest, little one, for tomorrow you have a full day," he whispered.
As the clock announced the beginning of a new day, I stretched, eased out of bed, and headed to the kitchen to start breakfast. Blurry eyed, I stumbled about making coffee and starting the bacon. I could hear Master banging around getting dressed for work. Shortly, the door opened and out he came, as fresh as a daisy, yawning and stretching.
"Good morning, princess, and how did you sleep?"
"Fine, thank you."
Master lowered himself into one of the oak kitchen chairs and began making notes of some sort. I placed his coffee to his left and returned to finish his breakfast. Bacon, scrambled eggs and toast. By the time I had the meal prepared he was on his third cup of coffee and wide awake.
"princess, you have something to do today, don't you, little one?"
"Yes, Master."
"What have you been instructed to do, young lady?"
"To write,"I will always listen to my Master whenever he has anything to say that I know will be for my own good", three hundred times and to wear the nipple clips while doing this, with a maximum of thirty minutes at a time, then take a thirty minute break and then start again till the task is complete. Master?"
"Yes, princess?"
"I am not challenging your decision, but would you consider reducing my punishment? That is going to be roughly eight times I have to put the clips back on and it will really hurt."
Master remained silent for a moment.... "I tell you what. You do as told and if I decide to change my mind I will call you from work."
"But Master............," I started to say, untill Master put his finger to his lips in a gesture of silence. I sat down with my plate and waited.
"You best eat, princess. It's getting cold." I ate and that childish side of me came out. Why couldn't he just give me an answer so I would know how hard to work, how fast to type to get the job done and the clips off. I really dreaded that part.
My nipples are very sensitive, and I really didn't look forward to taking the clips off and on. A small voice in my head said, "You could lie," but in my heart I knew better. Once I had the kitchen cleaned up I went into the toy chest for the clips. As the cold metal touched my warm skin, a shiver ran up my spine. I squeezed the clips apart. They were so tight, thank goodness for the rubber tips. Seating my self at the keyboard I loaded the program I was to use for this task. Looking down at my nipples, I pinched them gently to get them hard and took the clips in my hand. Ahhhhh...... the clip closed around the sensitive bud and a whimper escaped my mouth. Picking up the other clip I applied it to the other nipple and again moaned aloud as the chain that connected the two pulled in the process.
Try as I may, it seemed I couldn't concentrate on the words I was to write for the pain in my nipples. Each stroke of the keyboard tormented the clips, pulling and tugging at them. Thirty minutes later I only had twenty three lines done. As the clips came off, I muffled a scream and rubbed the burning flesh. At this rate I would be here till midnight. Wondering around the house I walked past the phone and had several imaginary chats with it. "Ring damn it ring!" The second session was about to begin. As the clips went on, I realized just how cruel a bite they could have on already burning flesh. Locking my fingers around the chair's bottom, I breathed in short rapid strokes, trying to give the clips time to become a little bit numb. It eased a bit and I began typing as fast as I could. This time I managed to make a whole forty lines; not that they were correct but I had spell check for that. As they came off this time, a low squeal rolled past my lips along with a few words a sailor wouldn't use in private.
Strolling into the bathroom I applied a cold wash cloth to the now aching, raw nipples and then some lotion. Taking time to have a smoke and coffee and again staring at the phone. Nothing, total silence. Maybe if I could get my mind off the task it would help. Popping in a CD and turning it up loud I returned to my work at hand. As I picked up the clip my hand began to shake. It took a lot of self control to let those jaws on the clips close, along with a few tears. To my dismay, I found myself getting aroused and a few drops of moisture forming on my Master's pussy. I wanted to touch myself so bad and get off right then and there. But I dared not, not without permission. I was about halfway through the next session when the phone rang, my heart leaped for joy, it had to be MASTER!!!!!!
"Hello Ma.........., oh, no he isn't here. Call back after five. Yeah, bye." A salesman, now I had wasted a good five minutes of typing. Trying to make up for lost time I began again. Within moments the phone rang again.
"Yeah, what!" I snapped before I thought.
"Excuse me, young lady?"
"I am sorry, Master. I thought it was another salesman."
"I see. Well, tell me, princess. How wet is my pussy now? Reach down and rub it and tell me."
Letting my hand gently slip between the folds I brought up a slick covered finger along with a nice moan. "It's very wet, Master. So hot!"
"I thought it might be. How are my nipples, young lady?"
"They hurt Master, all the way down to the base of my, I mean your tits."
"You asked for a lighter punishment. Do you think you can cum once each hour, princess, within the thirty minute break between sessions?"
"Master, you know that after the first time sometimes it takes me a good bit of stimulation. But I will do the best I can."
"Here is the deal. For each time you cum for me today, you may take twenty five lines off the total, but it will be video taped. Is that clear, little one?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good, now I must go back to work. I will check in with you in a bit."
"Bye, Master. Thank you for the break."
"Don't thank me yet, princess. The day is still young."
As soon as the phone was down I flopped down on the bed and began earning my absolution. I was about to reach the point of success when I realized, I hadn't set up the video camera. Rushing into the living room I connected the wires, popped in a tape and hit the record button as I plopped down in front of the tv screen and could see myself on the 27 inch screen. Again I began to work, slowly letting my finger slide up and down my slit and bringing with it, my own juices to coat my tender clit. Pushing the hood back and picking up speed and pressure I gave that tender bud a serious workout. In my head I could hear Master saying, "Give it to me, I want it NOW!!!!" Several jerks and spasms later, I exploded with pure pleasure.
Staring at the clock and realizing it was time to start again, I began to psyche myself out. "You can do this for your Master. After all you deserve it and you know it!" I said repeatedly to myself as the clips mauled at my throbbing nipples and a tear eased out of the corners of my eyes. Without hesitation I began typing, fast and hard, concentrating as much as possible on the music and the words in my head. I was slowly getting a grip over the clips. The pain had subsided for the most part. I guess my nipples were going numb. When the clock indicated the next break was due I quickly removed the clips. They had indented a print into my nipples and the nipples were flat and whitish yellow. I rubbed them frantically trying to get the blood back into them and the nasty burn to ease up.
Strolling back into the living room I kicked on the video camera and spread my legs wide so the camera had a clear shot of my pouting pussy lips. I knew a simple stroke wasn't going to get me off this time. I needed a bit of pain to mix with the sensations to cum again so soon. Opening the drawer on the coffee table I took out a clothespin and attached it to my right inner lip. It bit hard, but when I rubbed my slippery cunt, it made the clothespin bounce around slapping my ass cheeks and got me so aroused. Again and again I came so close but it was if the closer I came to cumming the more it eluded me. My break time was up and I was tired and without success.
Removing the clothes pin I returned once more to my task at hand. I begin to add, 22, 40, 25, and 45, a total of 132. A 132 that meant 168 more lines to write and most likely another four times of applying the clips. As the set of jaws closed on my pulsating, raw, sore nipples the pain was excruciating. Gasping in short breaths and bouncing around I silently cried. "Cut and paste!" said a voice in my head while at the same time another one said, "princess, do not fail me again." With eyes closed, not that I could see the words anyway for the tears, I began typing. To my amazement I seemed to be going faster than when I looked at the screen. Thirty, slow , long agonizing minutes later I removed the clips and screamed aloud.
Bolting to the bathroom I turned on a warm shower and climbed in, massaging my stinging breast. The warm water began to ease the pain as my hands roamed over my body. Slick with soap, I teased myself from my neck down and slowly began to feel the awakening of my sexual desires. Moments before erupting in orgasm I dashed into the living room and flipped on the video camera. Trying not to lose the moment at hand I fucked myself with two fingers as I gently squeezed my tender nipples. The words, "Ohhhhhhh, YES" rolled past my lip repeatedly as I came. Winded I eased back on the sofa to recapture my breath.
I was now up to 238 lines taken care of. Another two times of wearing the clips and I should be done. I stared at the clips laying beside the keyboard. I became overcome by a sense of dread as I reached to take them in my hand. Gnawing on my lower lip, I braced myself and let the vise-like jaws of the clip close, bringing me up off the chair with a whimper.I had only gotten three lines done when the doorbell rang. Slipping on a robe, I headed to the door. The weight of the robe stretched the clips downward, making each step unbearably painful. Reaching up to unlock the door I bumped the one on my right nipple and doubled over in misery. As the door opened, there stood Master with a single red rose in his hand. I stepped back and Master handed me the red rose. Reaching up he removed the belt of my robe and pulled it open to see the clips dangling.
"I see you are not cheating, sweet princess," he said with a smile. With that he removed the clips and gently began to soothe the burning flesh with his soft warm lips. He softly sucked and licked the bruised nipples. It felt so pleasant.
Taking my hand he lead me to the sofa, seated me in his lap and turned me facing him. "Tell me, princess, what have you learned?"
"That learnt isn't a word and not to make light of advice given to me by my Master."
"Very good, little one. I want to tell you that I appreciate that you learned and accepted your punishment with grace. Now what would my little one like to do tonight?"
"I would love to just order a pizza, eat, then snuggle against your chest and take a little nap Master."
"A simple request, yet I thought you might like to go out with some of your friends tonight," replied Master.
"No, Master, I just want to be near you and share the evening with the Master of my soul."
A huge smile covered Masters face, "princess, have I told you lately how much I adore you?"
"Yes, Master, you have, but I never tire of hearing it."
"Well I do, you are the fire that keeps my soul ablaze and my reason for looking forward to a new day," whispered Master softly in my ear.
"And you are my fire, Master," I replied with a soft caring kiss to his cheeks.
by Misty Angel77
© Copyright 1997