0 comments/ 70807 views/ 7 favorites Hotel Bound Ch. 01 By: ladysub I came out of the bathroom, my hair still damp from the shower, and lay back on the bed to wait for You as You had instructed. I stretched my arms up above my head and placed them back into the cold metal handcuffs that waited for me. As I clicked the left cuff, then the right one closed about my wrists, I bent my knees and spread my thighs wide, just as You told me to do, exposing my smooth, shaved mound to the cooler air in the hotel bedroom. As I laid there, waiting for You, I thought about the previous evening when, after pleasing You with my body twice, I had failed to bring You off a third time with my mouth as You had desired. I had been very tired by then, but that was no excuse. A slut slave – a good one, anyway – should be able to please her Master at His command. I knew that You had to go to work this morning, You had meetings all day You had told me, and I wondered what was in store for me. When You were showered and dressed, You returned to me, straightening Your tie as You entered the bedroom. You stood for a few minutes and watched me lying naked and spread on the bed. I watched You watching me, I looked at Your hands, remembering the feel of them on and in my body, and I felt my nipples harden under Your gaze and my slut pussy get slick. I watched as You rummaged through a duffle bag, and I felt my eyes widen as You came away from it with what looked like a huge diaper! Knowing You were already displeased with me, I did not comment or ask or make any sound as You approached me with the diaper. You set the thing down next to me and went back to the bathroom, only to return with a large glass of cold water. You put a straw in it and held it close to me. "Drink it all, my slut," You instructed as I placed my lips on the end of the straw, "drink it all or the punishment will be harsh." I sucked and swallowed, watching You silently, until I had drunk it all. You smiled and smoothed my hair away from my face and set the glass back down on the nightstand. You moved to the foot of the bed without speaking and set Your hand on my mound, enjoying the feel of the smooth skin. "As you know, little slut, I have meetings today and will be gone most of the day. I had thought to leave you to your own devices while I am gone. However, you failed to please Me last night as I instructed. Never have you failed to bring me off with your sweet mouth as you did last night. Today you will be punished. You will be bound to the bed while I am gone today. You will not be allowed up for anything. I'm not sure if anyone will be in during the day to see to you, but if they are, you will obey them in all things, for they are friends of Mine. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master, I do." I told You quietly, almost whispering. "Very good." You nodded. "Now, pull your knees up to your chest for me." I did as You asked, bringing my knees together and pulling them up towards my chest. You placed one hand under my bottom and lifted it slightly, sliding the adult-sized diaper under my hips. You picked up a small bottle of powder from the nightstand and sprinkled it on my bottom, then placed one hand on my thigh and pulled gently and I lowered my legs again, spreading them slightly. You sprinkled the powder on my mound and smoothed it gently with Your large, warm hand. You drew the front of the diaper up between my thighs and fastened it firmly over my hips. Once the diaper was secure, You moved back to the side of the bed and sat down next to me. Quietly, You reached over to me and took my nipples in Your fingers. You rolled them between Your fingertips, slowly bringing them hard before pinching them firmly. Slowly You increased the pressure You were putting on them, pinching my nips harder and harder until I gasped out loud with the pain. Smiling gently, You maintained Your vicious grip on my nipples for a few moments before releasing them and getting up, pulling Your suit jacket on, preparing to leave. You took the glass from the nightstand and entered the bathroom again. In just a moment, You returned with another full glass of cold water and held it out to me. Obediently, I put my mouth to the straw and drank until the glass was empty again. You returned the glass to the nightstand and rose. "Remember, slut, anyone who comes into this room, comes with My permission. You are to obey them in everything as you would obey Me. If I hear of you even hesitating, you will be punished." "Yes, Master." I replied, my nipples still throbbing from Your fingers. You approached me again, and kissed me on the mouth. "Be good, my pet. Do not seek permission to be released from your bondage, it will not be allowed. If you ask to be released, I will be told and you will be punished." You kissed me again, stroking my hair as You stood. "Behave yourself, and I will see you tonight." "Yes, my Master." I watched as You walked out the door. I could not see a clock from my position, so I had no idea of the time. I had urinated before I took a shower, so I had no immediate need to go again, but I knew You giving me so much to drink would soon take it's effect. Feeling some tired, I closed my eyes and dozed off. I had no idea how much time had passed when I awoke. There was some pressure in my bladder, I could still ignore it for now, but I knew that would change. I knew that there were safety releases on my handcuffs – Master would never leave me alone and bound without a way to escape – but I knew if I used them without permission I would very much disappoint my Master and be severely disciplined for my disobedience. I heard the noise of the door unlocking just seconds before it swung open, admitting a woman to my prison. She looked tall from my prone position on the bed, she was probably 5'6" or so, about 130 lbs. She had dark auburn hair and I couldn't yet tell what color her eyes were. The first thing she did was take the glass from the nightstand and go into the bathroom to fill it. When she brought it back, she offered it to me and I immediately lifted my head and began to drink. She stroked my hair gently as I drank the all the water she gave me. She set the glass on the nightstand again and pinched my nipples lightly with her left hand while she continued to stroke my hair with her right. As my nipples hardened beneath her fingers, she picked up my nipple clamps, one by one, from the nightstand where Master had left them and attached them to my nipples. I sucked in a breath as she tightened them down until they were tight to the point of pain, but not unbearable. She stood and raised her little red skirt up to her waist and she straddled my head, kneeling, pulling her little thong panties to one side. I waited, knowing what she wanted, but waited like the well-trained slut I am. Waited for instructions or permission to suck the clit I could see peeking from between her labia. "Lick my cunt, slut. I want to cum." The woman's voice was soft and breathy, and I tipped my head back slightly and reached up to her with my mouth and tongue. Tentatively, I touched the tip of my tongue to her clit, feeling her very short, trimmed pubes brushing my lips as I flicked her clit with my tongue. Above me, she loosened the two top buttons of her black blouse and lifted her full, round breasts out of her bra, pinching and pulling her nipples lightly. Lifting my head as high as I could, I sucked her labia gently, one at a time, and pushed my tongue as far into her as I could make it reach. I smelled her scent, slightly musky and sweet, and tasted her sweet/tart flavor on my tongue, on my lips. I pushed my tongue in and out of her like a tiny cock for a minute, and then stroked her swelling clit with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. I saw her pulling at her nipples and tits more vigorously as I sucked her clit, stroking it inside my mouth with my tongue. As she started crying out with pleasure, I opened my mouth a little wider and sucked on her sopping wet hole, swallowing her sweetness. As I sucked at her opening, I flicked my tongue out to play along the entrance, teasing lightly before I moved back up to her clit and sucked it into my mouth again, rubbing it hard with my tongue as I sucked it. My neck and jaw were aching, and she was riding my face, grinding against me, her sloppy cunt making my chin and nose slick with her wetness. I continued to suck her clit and she viciously pulled her nipples and threw her head back, crying out as she came. I wished my hands were free so I could sink my fingers, maybe even my whole hand, into her sopping wet cunt, but I knew better than to ask permission to be freed. I wanted to please my Master, not make Him angry with my disobedience. When the woman calmed down, her orgasm receding, she pulled her panties back over her swollen, wet slit, took the glass with her and went into the bathroom. I heard her urinating, and I had an almost painful twinge in my bladder, feeling the need to urinate also. I heard her flush and wash her hands, and when she came back in, the glass was full again. She offered it to me and, smelling her juices on my face, I put my mouth to the straw and drank again. When the glass was empty, she set it back on the nightstand and went to stand at the foot of the bed. She climbed up to sit between my ankles, spreading my legs with her hands. She reached out and felt the diaper I was wearing, touching and squeezing it from the outside. Finding it dry and rather flat, she set her hand low on my belly and pressed, bringing me the instant, almost desperate desire to pee. "Little slut, if you don't wet while I'm here, you'll have to sit in it until someone else willing to change you gets here. I don't know if your Master has anyone else coming here to see to you." She continued to rub and press my belly. "If I were you, I would pee and be done with it." She watched my face for a moment, pressing a little more firmly on my belly. I felt a little bit of hot urine leak into the diaper as she pressed on me, and I tried desperately to close my legs to keep from peeing, but with her sitting between them, I could not. I fought desperately to keep control of myself, I did NOT want to wet myself in front of this stranger, I did not want her to diaper me. The woman stopped pressing on my belly and pushed my thighs to force them farther apart. As she pressed my thighs open, I felt myself losing control. Closing my eyes, I relaxed and hot urine burst from within me. I could feel the warmth of it spreading through the diaper, and I felt the woman place her hand on the plastic covering of it so she could feel the warmth of my wet. I felt tears sting my eyes as my bladder emptied into the diaper, the woman feeling the warmth of my shame with her hand. It seemed like I kept peeing for a very long time with her sitting there. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I wanted my Master. When the stream of urine finally slowed to a trickle and stopped, I opened my eyes and saw the woman sitting between my legs, smiling, her hand still on the diaper. After a moment, she rose, and I heard her running water in the bathroom. When she returned, she was carrying a damp cloth. She set the cloth on the bed beside me and pulled the tapes of the diaper loose. She crossed my ankles and lifted them up, pulling the diaper out from under my bottom as if I were just a baby. She wiped my bottom and my mound gently with the warm cloth and left me lying naked on the bed while she put the diaper in the trash. She pulled another diaper from Master's duffle bag and brought it back to the bed. She brushed a couple of tears from my cheeks with her fingers. She crossed my ankles again, lifting them, and slid the dry diaper under my bottom. The woman gently spread my thighs and pressed her finger against my pussy, finding it surprisingly wet. She stroked me with her fingers for a few moments, and I could feel my face flaming with color as she watched me and teased me. I felt her slick fingers rubbing over my clit, pinching it lightly, stroking it. My hips moved ever so slightly up towards her hand. She withdrew her hand from me and presented her wet fingers to me. I opened my mouth willingly and she pressed her fingers into my mouth for me to lick and suck clean. When I could no longer taste my cunt on her fingers, she drew her fingers gently from my mouth and fastened the diaper securely over my hips. The last thing she did before she left was to fetch another tall glass of water from the bathroom and bring it to me to drink, which I did. She kissed me lightly on the mouth, set the glass down, and left. I heard the lock engage behind her. In the quiet of the room, still feeling the shame of peeing in front of a stranger, and being diapered by her, still smelling the scent of her cunt on my face, I closed my eyes and slept again. Hotel Bound Ch. 02 I awoke to an almost painful pressure in my bladder. Some wicked part of my brain reminded me of the safety releases on the handcuffs, that I could easily go use the bathroom instead of wetting myself, but I knew that my Master would know. I don't know how He would know, but He would. He always knows. Secondary to the discomfort of my bladder was a dull, aching throb in my nipples, reminding me that the woman had clamped them before she left. I looked down at my poor nips and saw the areolas bulging out around the ends of the clamps, my poor nipples compressed and out of sight inside of them. I laid on the bed, thinking of my Master, wishing I had performed better the night before. I thought of the pleasure on His face when He received a glowing report from the woman He had sent here. I wondered if this day in humiliation and bondage was all of my punishment or if there was still more to come. My pleasant thoughts were interrupted by the pain of my distended bladder. I did not know how long I had been lost in thought, I didn't even know what time it was. I knew I was going to have to wet myself again. I had never wanted anything so badly as I wanted my Master to come back through the door at that moment. I thought about trying to wait until Master came back, but not knowing what time it was, I didn't know how long it would be until Master returned. I closed my eyes and twisted slightly onto my side, pulling my knees up just a little bit. Breathing out slowly and letting my body go limp, I relaxed to let my urine out. At first it would not come and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to go. Suddenly my bladder let go and I felt the warmth flood my diaper. Humiliated, happy that no one was there to witness me wetting, I filled my second diaper that day. I hoped that I would please my Master with my obedience and my shame. As the stream of my urine thinned to a trickle and stopped, I heard the hotel room door open and close. I turned back onto my back to see a man, a bit younger than my Master, quite broad through the shoulders and narrow at the hips. He had very short dark blond hair, and his face was attractive, just sharp enough to keep him from being "pretty". He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at me silently for a moment. As he stared, he slowly stalked closer to me, his eyes searing me with their intensity. His gaze raked over my naked breasts so hard I wished I could pull my hands down and cover them. I almost physically felt his eyes stop when they reached my newly wetted diaper. I felt myself blush violently as he reached out to touch the soaked diaper. "How many times have you wet yourself today, nasty, naughty slut?" He asked quietly, but firmly enough the thought of not answering never occurred to me. "Twice, Sir." I replied, my face surely a very deep red. "How does that make you feel, wicked slut?" "Like a child, Sir. Like a naughty little child." staring down at his legs, avoiding his face, I wondered how much more humiliation this day could possibly hold for me. "That's good, because I hear you behaved like a naughty little child." He picked up the glass from the nightstand and went into the bathroom. When he came back with the full glass, I picked up my head and accepted the straw into my mouth and drank until there was no more. After the glass was empty, he set it down on the nightstand and walked to where Master's duffle bag was. He pulled from it a clean diaper and two smaller objects that, from my position, I couldn't tell what they were. Trying to figure out what this man had in store for me, a knot of fear pulled tight in my gut. When the man drew closer to me, he set the items down next to me on the bed and went to the bathroom. I closed my eyes for a moment, almost afraid to see what he had brought. When I opened my eyes, I wished I had not. As if it were not humiliating enough to be forced to wear and wet in a diaper and be changed by strangers, this man had set out a jar of adult glycerin suppositories and the largest pre-packaged enema I had ever seen before. It was nothing compared to some of the 2- and 3-quart enemas Master had given me, but it was larger than your standard Fleet. The man came back with a washcloth and smiled when he saw me staring at the suppositories and enema. I looked at him, silently pleading with him not to do this to me. "Your Master asked me to come here because he knows I can humiliate a bad slut slave. Maybe next time you'll think twice before you misbehave." his grin was quickly approaching a smirk. He was enjoying this! "Please..." the word slipped out before I could stop it. "Please what? Shall I tell your Master that you asked me not to do this? Shall I offer to take you to task for misbehaving here today?" I shook my head vehemently, afraid to say anything else. "Not another word, then." He picked up the diaper, suppositories and enema and went to stand between my legs at the foot of the bed. He loosened the diaper and, rolling me slightly to the side, removed it and put it in the trash. Leaving me on my side, I felt his fingers spread my bottom cheeks and push a suppository into my anus, then another. I heard him uncap the enema, and felt the coolness of the slender, lubed nozzle sliding up my bum. I felt the cool water rush into me as he squeezed it out of the packaged enema. After he removed the nozzle, I felt him push two more suppositories into me. Quickly, he slid a clean diaper under me, pushed me back onto my back and fastened it firmly. He pulled a chair to the foot of the bed and just sat there, watching me. My anus began to itch almost immediately from the glycerin. While I could feel the slight pressure of the enema inside me, I knew that I had retained far larger ones, and I resolved NOT to soil myself in front of this man. I would retain it until my Master returned. I don't know how long I lay there, feeling the man's eyes watching me, studying me, with the cramps and pressure building in my gut, the irritation of the glycerin driving me mad. I clenched hard against the urge to expel. I fought it with everything I had. I cried out loud when I felt the first of the water leak out. Helpless, I lay there, bound to the bed, as my body disobeyed me and expelled the water and the remaining glycerin that the hateful man had forced inside of me. To my despair, when the last of the water had been released into the diaper, I felt my bowels reacting to the glycerin. As I lay there soiling myself, unable to stop, I cried. I cried in humiliation, shame and I cried for my Master. As I lay on the bed, sobbing quietly, I heard the man moving around, and felt his hands loosen the diaper around my hips. Crossing my ankles and raising my legs as the woman had done, the man wiped me off with the unsoiled front part of the diaper, and then finished cleaning me with what felt like warm, damp paper towels. When he put my legs back down, I had mostly stopped crying. Cheeks still wet with my tears, I opened my eyes to see what he would do next. I watched him approach me at the side of the bed, unzip the zipper on his jeans and expose to me one of the largest cocks I'd seen that wasn't in a picture or a movie. It was easily 9 or 10 inches long, and I knew I wouldn't be able to fit my hand around it. Watching me, he moved closer to me. I turned my head and parted my lips slightly, wetting them with the tip of my tongue. The man leaned against the bed and thrust his prick between my lips. I opened my mouth wide as he shoved his cock in and out of my mouth, only gagging a little as he pushed it deep into my throat and withdrew again. Watching my mouth stretch around his fat cock, he reached out and grasped the nipple clamps that were still pinching into me. The moment he touched them the numbness that had set in disappeared. When he opened them and released my nipples, they instantly awoke into burning pain as the blood began to flow through them again. I sucked in air as well as I could around the cock in my mouth and wished I could cry out with the pain. As I continued to suck his cock, he leaned over me, reaching for my crotch. I spread my thighs to allow him access to my body. I felt him push his finger into my bottom, rubbing something cool and slick into it. "Wet my cock good, little slut. It's going right up your ass." I looked up at him quickly, my mouth still working his cock. I started letting the saliva pool in my mouth instead of swallowing it when I could, hoping to get his huge dick wet enough to ease his entry into my ass. Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth and told me "Turn over, slut, on your belly." Twisting my wrists in the cuffs, I turned over as quickly as I could. I planted my knees in the mattress and thrust my bottom up into the air. From nowhere, the man's hand landed on my ass twice, three times, delivering sharp, stinging slaps. "I said on your belly, bitch. I didn't tell you to stick your ass up." instantly, I pushed my knees out from under me and dropped onto the bed. My aching, throbbing nipples pressed into the bed, making me gasp with the sensation. The man reached over me and grabbed a couple of pillows from the bed, thrusting them violently under my hips. I felt his hands grasp my hips roughly, and I put everything I had into relaxing my body and relaxing my bottom. I felt the man's thick cock head press against my anus for a moment, then push inside. I gasped out loud with the pain of his huge cock pushing into my unprepared ass, then cried out again as he pushed it deeper inside of me. Slowly, steadily, he pushed the length of his cock into me, for what felt like forever, until his balls were resting against my smooth cunt. I lay there panting softly as he pulled it most of the way back out and thrust it in again. As he slid the full length of his cock back into me, I cried out in renewed pain. As he rammed into me over and over, I could feel the muscles clamping down on him begin to relax, and the pain eased. I felt like I lay there forever while he pounded into my body. Finally, I felt him stiffen behind me, and heard his muffled groan as he filled my ass with his hot cum. My ass felt strangely empty when the man withdrew his softening cock from it. Following his quiet directions, I turned over onto my back again and he put a new diaper under my hips again and fastened it firmly. He picked up the glass from the nightstand, went into the bathroom and filled it and came back, offering me the straw. Feeling completely beaten and dominated by this man, I took the straw between my lips and swallowed meekly until the cup was empty. He set the cup down again, grasped each of my nipples between his fingers and pinched them hard, reminding me that the clamps had been removed not that long ago. For a minute or two, he tormented my nipples, watching my face intently. When he pulled them sharply, drawing a quick gasp from me, he finally let go and left. When I heard the door lock automatically behind him, I curled up on my side and I cried hot, salty tears. I cried bitterly in pain, in relief that he was gone and once again, for my Master. Once again, the end of my tears found me in restful sleep. Hotel Bound Ch. 03 I startled awake with my shoulders aching, my bladder full, my stomach empty and someone gently touching my breast. I opened my eyes to see a petite brunette standing next to the bed. She was lovely in an elfin kind of way with slightly wavy dark hair and startling green eyes. She was stroking my breast with her pink frosted fingernails, gently bringing my nipple hard. With her right hand, she offered me the glass from the nightstand, once again full of cold water. I sucked the water through the straw until there was no more. She returned the glass to the nightstand. My left nipple hard and peaked, she moved her left hand to my right breast and began stroking it. "You must have disappointed your Master greatly to deserve to be bound here all day, little slut." she spoke very softly, her gentle voice matching her petite frame. "Yes, ma'am, I did." I nearly whispered in response. My body was awash in sensation; her gentle fingertips on my breast and nipple, the answering warmth and wetness in my cunt, and the pressure edging on pain in my bladder. My bottom still ached from the fucking the man had given it. "Your Master is a very good Master, little slut. I know... I began as one of His sluts before I found that I enjoyed being the Mistress more. He is very creative in His punishments." She leaned down over me, her soft, dark hair brushing my face and my throat as she sucked on one hard, pointy nipple, then the other. Watching my face, she first felt the front of the diaper, finding it dry, then pressed firmly low on my belly. "I want you to pee for me, little slut. I enjoy it when a slut slave is humiliated before me. I enjoy taking their control away." She watched me closely as she kneaded my belly, making me desperate to relieve myself. "Go ahead, slut... Master's pet... wet yourself in front of me, now." I closed my eyes and she pinched one of my nipples harshly. "Open your eyes, slut." her voice was still soft and gentle, contrasting dramatically with the pain still thudding in my nipple. "I want you to watch me while you empty your bladder in front of me." I stared into her eyes, wanting to beg her to not make me do this, but knowing that to do so was to call my Master's wrath and punishment down upon myself. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, feeling my face flush hotly with humiliation, I willed my body to let go, to relax and fill my diaper with urine again. My muscles stubbornly stayed clamped down, refusing to let out so much as a drop. I tried pushing against the muscles, and still they refused to relax. "If you don't pee, slut, I will turn you over and spank your naked ass until you are begging me to let you pee. Do you understand me?" Her voice remained very soft as she issued her threat, and I quietly responded that yes, I understood. Still keeping my eyes on her face, I again tried to relax, wanting, needing to pee for this small, dominant pixie. The quiet and calm of her voice made me more fearful than any yelling could have done. She kept rubbing my belly, watching me, waiting for me to obey her. When it became obvious that I could not make my body obey her, she removed her hand from my belly and loosened the diaper from around my hips. "Roll over, you naughty, disobedient slut. Shoulders down, bottom up." She issued her command as quietly as everything else that had come out of her mouth so far, and I quickly obeyed, fearful to hesitate. I rested my shoulders on the pillow that my head had been on, my wrists crossed above my head. My knees I planted in the mattress, moderately spread, and thrust my ass up as well as I could. "Next time," she began quietly, "you will learn to obey me." I watched her go to Master's duffle bag and withdraw a stiff leather paddle and a smaller plastic one from it. The paddle had small holes drilled in it, and I knew exactly what kind of bruises those holes left on my butt. The small plastic paddle was the one Master normally used on my cunt. He usually reserved that punishment for when I had been masturbating without permission (which I must say I'm learning very quickly to not do), when I cum without permission (which is proving harder) and when He's generally very, VERY displeased with me. I heard the sound of the paddle coming a second before it struck me. The sound was like a small explosion in the quiet room and the fire immediately lit into my bottom. She had not instructed me to count, so I did not, and the paddle rained down on my unprotected ass over and over, bringing tears to my eyes and making me cry out. She moved the paddle all over my ass, from the top and edges of my bottom down so low on the bottom of it that the paddle made my cunt ache. With my ass aching and sore from the paddling, my knees growing tired, I started to feel the urge to let go and pee every time the paddle smacked me. Clenching tightly to hold it in, I cried out with every blow. "Ma'am!! Please, ma'am, I need to go!!" Hearing me, she stopped punishing me. "What did you say, little slut?" her voice was still quiet, still calm. "Please, ma'am, I said I need to go." "Go what?" "Pee, ma'am, please, I need to pee." I felt her cup the diaper between my legs, close enough to catch it all, but with enough space that she could see me voiding. "Then pee, disobedient slut. Right now, pee for me." Closing my eyes for just a moment, I relaxed, my bottom burning from the paddle, and felt the urine begin to flow. My face flushed hotly, I felt the warmth of the pee flow from my body, and I could hear it falling into the diaper. A couple of tears squeezed out from beneath my eyelids from the knowledge that I knew she was watching me pee. When I was finally empty, I felt her wipe me dry, her hand as gentle as her voice. "Roll back over, little slut. I want you on your back with your thighs opened wide." she went to throw the diaper in the trash, not watching me, trusting that I would do as she directed – which I did. I squirmed back onto my back, bent my knees slightly, and let my knees fall widely apart. The woman came back in, stood at the foot of the bed for a moment looking at my smooth, pink, wide open cunt. "I can see your slut cunt shining with wetness. Did you enjoy the paddling and humiliation, little one?" "No, ma'am, I did not." I replied, quietly. "Then why are you so wet, you slut?" she reached out and pressed her fingers into my opening. "Why are you wet as if you enjoyed it?" "I don't know, ma'am. It hurt, I don't know why I'm wet." I wanted to cry out in shame with her eyes and hands on my body. "I think it will please your Master that you were wet for me after punishment, slut." She thrust three of her fingers into my cunt, working them in and out of me, and I kept my legs open wide, wanting desperately to please her, to please my Master. With her thumb, she stroked my clit while her fingers worked inside of me, my wetness pouring over her fingers into her hand. I felt her work her fourth finger into me, and I gasped with the pleasure she was giving me. I looked at her face, at her beautiful, cold green eyes, and knew I was in trouble. Somehow I knew she was not done punishing me, even if she was bringing me pleasure for now. I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building deep inside of me, and knew that I did not have permission to cum. Somehow I doubted that permission was coming. I felt the pressure of her thumb pull away from my clit as she began to press her hand deeper into my pussy. Gently she pushed her hand into me, pressing and easing off, thrusting and pulling back, until suddenly I felt my cunt suck her hand inside of me. I gasped out loud with the pleasure of her hand entering me as she began to move it within me. Gently at first, she thrust her hand into my cunt over and over, twisting and turning her fist. It was like I was being completely filled by her, as if her hand was touching every single nerve inside of me. My breath came faster and faster and her movements gained strength, became a little more forceful. I could feel my wetness squirting out around her wrist as her fist worked inside of me, bringing me speeding closer to orgasm. Fighting with everything my Master had taught me, but knowing I'd never been put to this kind of test, I pushed the orgasm back, desperately trying to keep it at bay. "Please, ma'am, please let me cum!!" I cried out desperately as I felt myself being overcome. "No," she almost whispered, "you may not cum, slut. Control it, you do not have my permission." I whimpered under her onslaught, my body overcoming my will. "Please, ma'am, I can't hold it back much longer. Please, this one begs of you, let me cum!!" I begged her, almost crying with my need to cum. "No, slut," she smiled, "you do not have permission. If you cum, you will be punished with that." and she pointed with her left hand to the small plastic pussy paddle. I cried inside, knowing that if she kept fisting me, there was nothing I could do to prevent the orgasm. Never had my Master put me to such a brutal test. Her fist still working inside of me, the woman leaned down and gently flicked her tongue across my clit. I cried out, wanting to scream with the pleasure and with the effort of trying to keep my orgasm from coming. Suddenly, she sucked my clit into her mouth and thrust her fist hard into me, grinding her knuckles into my cunt, and my orgasm exploded violently. I screamed as my body bucked against her hand, my hips thrusting up and up. I screamed with the staggering pleasure and the force of my orgasm, and the woman kept her fist gently moving inside of me as the orgasm battered me, peaked and began to recede. I lay panting, thighs still parted wide, as she pulled her fist from inside my body and went into the bathroom. I heard her washing her hands and she was smiling at me when she came back out. "You came without my permission, little slut." She walked towards me, her eyes on my face. "I told you what the punishment would be for that, didn't I?" "Yes ma'am, you did." I replied quietly, my body still tingling from my forbidden orgasm. "You have disobeyed me, and now you will beg me for the punishment promised." She stood at the foot of the bed, watching me, waiting. "Please, ma'am," I swallowed so hard it hurt, "please punish my pussy with the paddle. I asked for permission to cum, and it was not given, and I came anyway. Please spank my cunt as my Master would." I wanted to cry watching her smile at me, knowing she had planned this, knowing she enjoyed my pain. She picked up the narrow paddle and knelt between my legs. "Keep your legs open, slut, maintain the position you are in. You don't need to count, but you do need to remain still." "Yes, ma'am." I whispered, my voice trembling a little. "Good slut." she smiled. Pulling her arm back slowly, she hesitated for a heartbeat, two, and began raining blows down on my swollen, sopping cunt. She beat my cunt with a steady pace, neither slow nor fast, but never pausing. I gasped with the first couple of strokes, and as she kept her rhythm steady, I began moaning... then crying... then screaming with the pain. Finally, with my cunt on fire, she flipped the paddle around, holding the wet end that she'd been using to punish me, and with the more narrow handle smacked my swollen clit about half a dozen times, hard and sharp. I sucked in a deep breath and moaned deep and low in my throat as she punished my clit. Finally she stopped beating my cunt, and I closed my eyes gratefully. Leaning my head back against the pillow, I felt her breath blow gently over my burning cunt just before her tongue gingerly caressed it. She licked the length of my slit and I heard her voice, so quiet I strained to hear all of her words. "I love to feel the hot, swollen, beaten flesh of a punished slut cunt against my mouth." her words brought a flush of heat to my skin as she lowered her mouth back to my tortured cunt. I was a mass of conflicting sensations. Her mouth and tongue felt so good against my slick slit, but it still burned from the beating and the pressure she put on it ached. Surprisingly, I could feel the beginnings of a second orgasm stirring deep within me. She pushed her tongue deep inside of me and she licked my tortured flesh almost feverishly as I fought back the giddy pleasure she was causing in my gut. As the orgasm grew stronger and harder to push back, I moaned in my throat and made little gasping sounds of pleasure. "Cum for me, slut!" she cried out softly, her mouth against my cunt. "Cum with my mouth on your punished slut cunt!" Hearing her voice, her permission, I stopped fighting and tipped my head back, letting my thighs fall a little farther apart, and let the orgasm wash over me. It was less brutal, less violent than the first orgasm she'd given me. I longed for my hands to be free so I could knead my breasts and pinch my nipples, but my Master had bound them, and bound they would stay. The woman gently licked my clit as the orgasm poured through me and left me weak and trembling on the bed. As it receded, she came up to stand next to me, leaned over and kissed me full on the mouth, her tongue toying with my lips and pressing into my mouth, the scent and taste of my own cunt clinging to her like a heady perfume. Eventually she lifted her head and, giving my punished, humiliated body one last, lingering look, she turned her back on me and left. I heard two voices in the hall, one low and serene, the other deeper, quiet, a man's voice. Who else had my Master sent to carry out His wishes? The voices seemed to converse for forever... I'm sure that in reality it was no more than five or ten minutes. Finally I heard a key card slide through the scanner, and the light beep of the lock disengaging. The door swung in, and there was my Master, tie still neatly knotted, jacket hanging by his fingertips over His shoulder. His eyes lit upon me and He smiled. He laid His jacket down over the back of a chair and approached me, face stern, but His eyes glittering. He looked over my helpless body, my still-bound hands and my beaten cunt. He reached down to me and unlocked the handcuffs, freeing me. "Go into the bathroom, my pet, and kneel in the bathtub for me." I immediately rose, my body a mass of aches and stiffness, and I entered the bathroom and knelt in the tub, facing the door, hands clasped behind my back, knees spread wide. He entered a moment later and unzipped His trousers in front of me. "Chin up, pet." I tipped my head back as the hot stream of his urine struck me on the chest and ran down my body, dripping from my breasts. I could feel the warmth of His pee streaming down my belly and thighs, running into the bathtub. When the flow of His urine stopped, I heard His voice instruct me to open my mouth and, when I did, He pushed his thick cock into it. With my tongue, I could taste the last lingering drops of His urine. As I wrapped my mouth around His cock, He quickly hardened and I cupped His balls in my hands, rubbing them lightly. As I swallowed His cock deep into my throat, I felt His sack draw up close to His body, and I withdrew slightly from Him, putting His hard, heavy flesh in my mouth instead of in my throat, as His salty seed sprayed into my waiting mouth. Knowing His wishes, I did not swallow immediately. I held His cum in my mouth as He pulled out of my mouth and tucked Himself back into His pants. I knelt in the bathtub, cold and wet, cum and saliva pooled in my mouth, breathing the scent of His urine on my body and obediently awaited my Master's instruction. When the words came, I swallowed His seed, savoring His gift to me. "Take a shower, pet, and come lie down with Me." Master instructed quietly and left the room, closing the door behind Him. I showered quickly, washing my hair and my body, and dried myself off. I climbed into the bed, which had so recently been my prison, and nestled into the warm, loving arms of my Master. He held me tight, and I could feel the beat of His heart in His chest. Warmth and contentment surrounded me as I went to sleep in my Master's arms.