1. I Am Pet


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: Milik_the_Red, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    to remain silent and still as he goes about his work. Wordlessly, and seemingly without concern for my fear, he loops the chain from the wench through the wrought iron loop mounted in our basement ceiling. Outwardly, I remain passive as my training demands, but my heart is pounding in my chest as he draws it down and clamps the end to the center link of my shackle's short connecting chain. His dark and noble face is blank and emotionless as he goes about his task, but his choice of the whipping ring for my punishment tells me everything I need to know. 'I’ve really done it this time.' The mechanical click-clank of the locking bolt slipping over the gears reverberates right into my bones, and I watch in morbid fascination as my Master calmly turns the handle. As the wooden spool goes round and round, the chain pulls back, dragging me under the Ring. My arms are drawn irresistibly upward and over my head until I am barely able to keep my feet on the cold, concrete floor. The final clank of the bolt dropping into place seems to pierce my skin, but after that, there is only silence. ***** I have been here before, of course. I have been a particularly difficult slave for Master to train and have often forced Him to punish me. Usually, my transgressions do not merit such… extreme measures. Only three times in the years I have been His, has he used the Ring. The fact that I am here again brings these memories back, and my stomach swirls with conflict as I remember how this ...
    punishment felt. More worrisome to me is that in none of those times was Master so personally hurt by my failure. My Master is a very wealthy man. When he discovered me, I was but a wretched, if attractive young woman, working at a meaningless job in my efforts to live an even less meaningful life. He watched me for a time each day as I brought him his meal. He was polite and guarded, but something about him made my heart flutter. He is a man of few words, and that day, like the many days before and since, he spoke only when he had something to say. Even still, I felt as if I'd fallen into his orbit, and knew I could do nothing to escape his attraction. It was only when he finished his meal that day did he grab my arm in his powerful hand. His touch was hot, and I felt as if an electric charge were suddenly flowing through me as he held my gaze. I did not resist or try to pull away. From the start, we both knew that I could never deny him. "I am leaving now," he said calmly. "and you are coming with me." I was thunder-struck. I should have laughed and told him, no! How could he even think I would just leave my job and follow him out? Yet, I could only nod. My entire body became a mass of nerves as I followed him out of the restaurant. *** "Speak, Pet. Why do you reek of cum?" Master's strong baritone snaps me out of my memories, and I resist the urge to meet his gaze. "Because I have allowed other men to use me, Sir." I respond honestly. Lying to him now would be worse than useless. ...