0 comments/ 53255 views/ 8 favorites A Lesson Learnt By: xtcoo1 Sitting quietly and waiting patiently she looks at the sign above the door... "Piercing Urge" "Professional Body Piercing..." Oh my...she thinks to herself...why did I have to disobey Master??? It had only been a small orgasm and she couldn't for the life of her think why she had done it...she knows her Masters rules on playing...it's allowed but under no circumstances are you allowed to cum without permission. She sigh's quietly...she hadn't meant to go that far, it had just happened...and of course it had to happen as Master had walked in from work early. Master had been furious and she knew the punishment would be harsh...but this she wasn't expecting. She had had her nipples pierced years earlier and that had been painful enough, but this... "You may come through now Vicki" a male voice came from behind, making her jump noticeably... She stands and looks pleadingly at the man before moving slowly towards the door to the piercing room on shaky legs. "I'm Len" the man introduces himself to her as he closes the door making her feel trapped with no escape... "Don't look so worried little one" he smiles "It only hurts for a second and I will be as quick as possible...although Your Master has rung and left instructions that you are to have no numbing gels or creams, so you will feel it more than most" She gulps as Len's words hit home and knows that this is going to be painful. A tall dark haired woman enters the room and looking at the terror on Vicki's face gives her a little hug before introducing herself as Marie, telling her that she is here to help Len and make sure she stays quite still while the piercing are done. "Now...are you free of underwear as your Master has asked?" inquires Len and she nods her head, unable to find her voice for the moment "Then slip off your skirt please little one and hop up onto the table" Len instructs and she does as he asks feeling the coolness of the leather padded table beneath her bare skin. Laying her back Len pulls out two metal stirrups and attaches them to the end of the table, then taking on of her legs straps it firmly into one of the stirrups, then quickly repeats it with the other leg, spreading her legs wide, leaving her open and vulnerable to him and his assistant. "Your Master has also asked us to perform a little extra service for Him today my dear to help remind you why you're here" Len says with a smirk and Vicki's eyes grow larger as she see's the butt plug he is holding and lubing... "But...ohhhh...no...Master wouldn't..." she starts but before she can finish Marie has placed a gag over her mouth quietening her. She struggles to sit up but is pushed back down and held as Len crosses quickly to secure her wrists in leather straps at the side of the table. Marie fastens a blind fold over her eyes and she is plunged into total darkness. Lying bound and terrified, her mind reeling as to what her Master has ordered for her. "Your Master has asked me to remind you of His rule little one, so you had better be good at holding back" Len says with a chuckle before placing the tip of the plug close to her exposed ass hole and softly runs it along her ass crack, watching her squirm. Pressing a little harder on her puckered hole he see's her stiffen and try to resist the intruding plug. Len twists the plug and drives it slowly inside her, then with one quick push , shoves it deep into her ass making her cry out into the gag, her body lifting from the table as she feels the pain seer through her body, deep into her bowels. The plug seems enormous and she feels like her ass is on fire as Len slowly pulls the plug back until just the tip is inside her before plunging it back in again with even more force. Over and over Len fucks her ass with the monstrous plug and gradually her ass relaxes and accepts the plug easing the pain and sending ripples of enjoyment through her bound body. "Glad to see your finally enjoying it little one" she hears Len's voice. Suddenly she feels fingers at the entrance to her now very wet pussy and moans softly as they run gently up her slit and over her clit, making it swell and throb. Marie takes Vicki's nipples in her fingers and rolls them gently, tugging gently on the nipple rings, then bends down and lets her tongue run run slowly around her erect nipples making them harden even more. Len pushes two fingers slowly into her pussy and moves them in and out coating them with her juices that are now flowing freely onto her inner thighs. Pushing the plug in and out slowly with the other hand, Len then slowly pushes three, then four fingers into her gapping pussy and he can feel her pushing down onto them with the little freedom of movement she has. He spreads his fingers as wide as he can, opening up her tight pussy as far as he can. Leaning down Len lets his tongue run gently across her clit before sucking it into his mouth hard, making her cry out and arch her body off the table. She knows she is not to come without permission but her body is trembling and writhing, wanting release so badly. Biting down on her lip she holds her breath trying to hold back as best she can. Len's fingers are fucking her pussy so hard and pushing against the plug in her ass making it so hard for her to resist cumming and she starts to breath deeply in an effort to stop her body from going over the edge. Len pulls his fingers from her gapping pussy making her gasp, wishing he would put them back. She feels his fingers rubbing over her clit and knows that she can't last much longer. Marie's mouth on her nipples drives her so close and she shudders. "You may cum My Pet" she hears her Masters voice through the haze in her head and realizes He is in the room...with a loud moan she lets her body feel the first twitches of her orgasm as it rolls through her body. As she lets her body relax and enjoy the pleasure taking her she feels a sudden pain in her left pussy lip and then a second in her right and a burning sensation floods her pussy and she knows that the piercings are complete. Her Masters hand stroking her hair comforts her as she feels the tears stinging her eyes behind the blind fold as the last waves of her orgasm make her body shake uncontrollably. The cool disinfectant running over the new piercings takes away the burning and she lays still trying to regain her strength. " You did very well my Pet" her Master whispers to her , and she smiles up at Him as he removes the blind fold and kisses her fore head softly. The restraints are undone and the plug removed before her legs are lowered gently to the table. She lay quietly for a few minutes before trying to sit up and realizes that sitting will be very painful for a while. Seeing her grimace her Master grins, knowing that they will be a constant reminder of His rules. Helping her from the table her Master takes her chin in his hands tilting her head up to look Him in the eye... "You understand why this was done my pet?" He asks and she nods back at Him seeing the Love in his eyes...she knows this was done for her own good and to make her remember that Masters rules are NEVER to be broken. She feels the rings clinking between her legs as her Master helps her put her skirt back on before leading her from the room to the car outside. She slips carefully into the front seat and she knows that this will be a day she will remember forever. "You realize that when the piercings have healed properly a lock will be placed on them so you will never be able to disobey me again my pet?" her Master says as he gets into the car... "yes Master" she replies "Good girl" he says as he starts the car and they head for home... A Lesson Learnt He had asked of her such a simple, basic task and she has failed him. She checks her watch... 25 minutes late already and she still had 2 more shops to visit and then a 15 minute walk home. She clutches her heavy bags and rushes to the last of the shops she needs to visit. She stops quickly outside, weighing up her dilemma. Should she continue straight home and avoid being even later but return without the last of the items on her list, or should she pick up what she needs but be more than an hour later that she was told. She looks down at her aching hands, she was already loaded with bags and knew she would be slowed further if she had even more to carry. She backs away from the shop door and turns to head home, clutching her heavy bags. The walk passes quickly as her mind races, trying to predict how she will have to pay for her mistakes yet knowing that trying to guess is pointless as Sir never just settles for a typical punishment. His imagination was something that she found so attractive when they first met, but sometimes she just wished she knew what was coming her way. She turned a corner and the house came into sight. Her heart rate instantly increased as she felt that familiar sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that she always got whenever she knew she had disappointed him. Struggling with her bags she fumbles around to find her keys, as she walks down the path she looks up to see him standing at the window, waiting for her. Before she has had chance to find her keys the door opens. She looks up to him, grateful, a slight smile on her face as she thinks for a moment that perhaps he has seen how she is struggling and perhaps she won't be in trouble after all. But that hope doesn't last for long. "What time is it?" His tone is serious and his expression shows no hint of amusement or sympathy. She scurries into the hall and gently places the bags down on the floor so she can check her watch. "It is 15.25 Sir," she speaks timidly. "Yes it is 15.25, so what does that mean?" She hangs her head a little, and sighs deeply "I am late Sir." He moves over to her quickly and grasps her arms roughly, startling her. "Don't sigh like that girl, I made it quite clear you were to be back here by 14.30 but you were clearly not paying attention were you?" She wants to look up to him and explain that she had tried, that it was not her fault that she is late but she knows it will just anger him more. He grips her arms more tightly, shaking her a little, "Were you?" She opens her mouth to defend herself but she can't bring herself to argue, "No Sir, I wasn't paying attention." He lets go of her arms, and turning his back on her he walks back into the living room. She hears him switch on the TV and settle down into the sofa. She gathers up her bags to go and put away the shopping but stops on her way to the kitchen when she hears him call her. He tells her to bring the bags in with her then asks her to lay the purchases out on the floor. She sets everything out neatly on the floor and kneels next to the line of items. He stands up and goes to her bag that is hanging at the bottom of the stairs, returning with the shopping list he had written for her in his hand. He scans the list against what she has placed out on the floor, she can see the anger creeping over his face again. "So you have not only failed in getting yourself home on time, you have not even bothered getting everything on this list." He throws the piece of paper to the floor, "Get it all put away, now." She scoops up the shopping in her arms, dropping something each time she thought she had picked everything up, feeling her cheeks glowing with frustration as she feels his stare burning into her. She rushes out of the room and hurriedly puts the items into the cupboards, stopping still as she hears his voice from the living room, "Come back in here please." She senses a change in his tone this time, not quite so harsh and sharp. She stands sheepishly in the doorway, desperate for his forgiveness. He looks over to her, she thinks she can see a slight smile on his face but then quickly wonders if it is a smile she wants to see, knowing he is probably feeling pleased with himself for thinking up some cruel punishment for her. "You'll need to undress for me," he gets to his feet and leaves the room. She undresses while her mind races as to what he has thought up this time. She listens to him moving around noisily upstairs, then hears him bringing something large and heavy down the stairs. He comes back into the room with a large thick board with small holes in, groaning slightly she asks "What is that for Sir?" He ignores her question and goes to a drawer at the back of the room and takes out a handful of rope and a blindfold. He places the blindfold over her eyes, leans the board up against the wall at an angle and helps her move back against it. She feels the rope slip around her ankles and suddenly realises he is fastening her to it. She begins to protest, whining for him not to do this. He stands up, his face close to hers, his fingers stroke her cheek tenderly, his eyes no longer full with anger, only love is present now. "You did wrong today, you need to be punished, do you not?" She looks at him for a long moment, wanting to plead with him further but knowing that he is right, she nods her head slowly and steps back against the board. He finishes his work and she is bound tightly to the board, her wrists, ankles and waist all tightly secured. He gently moves the board away from the wall and slowly lowers it flat onto the floor so she is on her back and no longer has to support herself on her toes. She tugs a little at her bonds realising he has done the job properly and not even given her an inch of movement. She feels a stirring in between her legs as she becomes aware of how helpless and vulnerable she is. He goes to the drawer again and comes back with a roll of tape which they usually use for playtime. He pulls the end and places some over her thigh and tightly fastens it to the board, he repeats the same on her other thigh, then over the tops of her arms, smiling down wickedly at her, "This is just to be sure your not going to go anywhere while I'm out." It takes a moment for his words to register, "While you're out? No, please don't leave me like this Sir, please." He laughs, "Oh I won't be leaving you like this, I haven't finished getting you ready yet." He takes her panties from the pile of clothes on the floor, rolls them up and then squeezes her cheeks to open her mouth. He pushes them in and takes another piece of tape to secure her mouth shut. "We don't want you disturbing the neighbours do we sweetheart?" She tries to beg him to reconsider, is desperate to let him know how sorry she is, but with her mouth stuffed full and taped shut she has no chance. She feels him pulling on her nipples, pinching them, and knowing what is coming next she braces herself as he attaches the clover clamps. She winces, breathing noisily through her nose as she feels the clamps tugging at her tender skin while he attaches the chain that runs between them to her collar, fastening it taught, giving her no room to move. He leans down and whispers into her ear, "I wouldn't wriggle too much, that could really hurt." With that he gives a firm yank on the chain causing her to cry out loudly, followed by a single tear that escapes her blindfold and trickles down her cheeks. He kneels down in between her legs, stroking her tummy, shhhhing her as she continue to groan from her stinging nipples. "I'm nearly finished, you will be ok soon." She hears him pull on the roll of tape again then flinches a little as a cold vibrator is pressed firmly against her. He moves it side to side a little, opening her labia around the length of it, then making sure it is pressed firmly against her clit he tapes the vibrator to her, using plenty of tape to hold it down. "Ok, you're all done, I'm going out for a drink, don't wait up honey as I may be bringing a couple of friends back with me." He switches the vibrator on full, sniggering to himself at his comments, she listens to him going to get his jacket. She begins to wriggle but stops quickly as the clamps on her nipples receive a sharp pull, she cries out to him, so desperate for him not to leave her, but all that escapes her lips is a muffled moan. The powerful hum of the vibrator against her tender clit is already making her want to squirm but the ropes and tape hold her body fixed in place. She jumps as she hears the front door close loudly then all she can hear is the buzz of the vibrator and the beating of her heart in her ears. She remains quiet, trying to concentrate on blocking out the strong vibrator massaging her clit so fiercely. She feels saddened as she realises that this will be her first orgasm in weeks and weeks and it will be experienced alone. She has not been allowed her release for all of this time, she has been teased daily but with no reward, her pussy has been left wet and waiting all day every day, to the point where she thought that even her tight jeans would be enough to tip her over the edge. She wonders how long she has been here, it can't be anymore than a couple of minutes and already she is struggling to fight off an orgasm. She suddenly realises the she won't just be having the one orgasm tonight. The thought of the vibrator strapped to her sensitive swollen bud, having to endure orgasm after orgasm made her feel dizzy. Before she knew it her legs began to twitch, she moans through her panties, suddenly tasting her filthy horny cunt. She writhes, her restricted movement, the fierce pull on her nipples and her muffled cries all defeat her in the battle to fight her orgasm. She comes so so hard, the panties and tape useless in keeping her quiet, the ropes cutting painfully into her delicate skin but she does not even notice. She has a few seconds relief before a second wave comes. She pleads pathetically and aimlessly, already drained after her first orgasm in weeks. She jumps, squeaking with confusion, wondering if she is delirious as she feels a familiar hand stroking her damp face. Her blindfold is lifted from her eyes and her wide startled eyes take him in. Never before has she been so pleased to see him. He continues to stroke her face, "Shhh, Daddy is here now. Did you really think I would miss my little slut being allowed to cum after we have waited for so long?" She listens to his soothing voice and begins to shudder again. She groans, starting quietly but quickly becoming louder as her orgasm sweeps over her, he waits just a second or two before she peaks and gives her clamps another fierce pull, topping up her already delicious pleasure. She comes harder and nosier than the first. Her eyes find his, pleading with him to free her. He laughs quietly, reading her mind, "I can't do that, not yet I'm sorry, but I am here with you, I never left you once." He slips a finger in front of the vibrator, sliding it along her slit, he looks at her, shaking his head and tutting, her favourite slight smile on his lips, "My my, you are a soaked little cunt tonight aren't you?" He presses the vibrator back into place, holding it hard against her this time. Leaning forward he pulls the tape from her face and slowly lifts the panties from her mouth. "You may come again but the only noise I want to hear from your lips is "Daddy" and you are not to take your eyes from mine. Each failure will mean another orgasm for you. Do you understand?" Before she has time to respond her orgasm comes again. She tries so hard to keep her eyes on his, and her cries of "Daddy" over and over and over again only serve to increase the intensity of her orgasm. She has succeeded in his request. Her chest heaves up and down as she comes down from the rush, he pulls the vibrator away from her, causing her to shudder hard. He uses her wet panties to wipe the beads of sweat from her forehead, "So, have we learnt our lesson?" he asks her softly. She nods her head heavily, smiling weakly up at him. "Good girl." He leans down and gently kisses her forehead, letting her know all is forgiven.