1. Playful Puppy


    Date: 7/8/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: Kiss34, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    that pleased him. I was weeping openly now, wheezing and sobbing with the pain-- Master's pain, his gift to me. The leash was slack now. His hands rubbed the raised welts on my back, tracing some lightly and slapping his palm on others. &#034Draw it into you, little slave. Accept Master's pain. Embrace it with your heart.&#034 I wanted so much to obey. This wasn't submission for me: it was religion. I would sacrifice anything for Master. My entire body was trembling as he drew me to my feet and asked for my tongue. Reluctantly I stuck it out afraid of what was next. The clips from my nipples were released and a clothespin bit my tongue as the bl**d throbbed bright and hot where the clamps had been. I stumbled behind as he led me around the backyard. Drool was wet and shiny on my chin. There was no way to clean it up or stop it with the clothespin clamped hard on my tongue. &#034This is a good spot,&#034 Master told me as he released my wrists. &#034Hands and knees, puppy.&#034 Cramped muscles adjusted again to free movement. As quickly as possible I fell to my knees and tested my weight on my hands. I was not prepared for him to jerk the flogger from my ass. My teeth snapped together on the fucking wooden clothespin. I yelped and my shoulders jerked with sobs again. I was sorry I had ever wagged my ass at him. &#034This is a good spot. Hurry, puppy. I have things to do.&#034 Confused by his directions, I waited for him to say more. He twisted one sore nipple and tugged my tit ...
    from my body, &#034Go, puppy and hurry.&#034 He thought I was going to pee in the grass? The man was fucking crazy if he thought that. Discerning my thoughts, Master grabbed a nipple in each hand, dared me to say it out loud. I didn't think anything then. My flesh was raw and cut. His touch was the center of my consciousness. I prayed to faint, wanting the escape. But things like that only happen in novels. When his grip eased, I sat stubbornly, and tried to look serious. Of course, he couldn't see the stern expression on my face. It was covered with that ridiculous bag. Drool had run down onto my chest. I wasn't negotiating from a position of strength. The slave would lose this contest of wills—that was preordained. Master always wins. It is the thing I like most about him. &#034I can't, Master. Please, please don't ask me to do this.&#034 Only, it sounded like gibberish because of the pin. I growled in my throat and pulled back until the leash reminded me to be still. An uncomfortable silence, and then Master said, &#034Guess else what I have in my pocket?&#034 With my boobs swinging freely under me, he had no trouble tugging two cable ties into nice loops around first the left and then the right. Done well, cable ties are perfect for breast bondage. Even if I couldn't see, I knew that each breast jutted obscenely forward now and soon they would both be bright red. My nipples would become so engorged that they would throb with pain at a casual touch. There were tiny little ...
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