0 comments/ 30668 views/ 9 favorites A Surprising Day with Sir Ch. 01 By: just_a_toy It has certainly been an interesting day. I thought today was going to be just another workday. Instead, I was woken up in quite an interesting way. I was sleeping soundly in my comfy bed, naked as I usually sleep, when all of a sudden there was a body on top of me. In my groggy state I assumed it was my husband telling me goodbye as he left for work, but then I realized that he had already done that a few hours ago. I woke completely up at that point, startled and confused, and tried to see who or what was on top of me. Before I figured it out on me own, I heard a familiar voice -- my Sir. "Good morning, slut, how do you like your wakeup call?" As he said this, he yanked down the cover and grabbed both of my tits hard enough to hurt. I cried out in pain, and then tried to roll over, wanting to go back to sleep. "Oh no you don't, whore," he said, preventing you from rolling over. It hadn't quite sunk in to me that I should be surprised to see him. You see, Sir lives several hundred miles away from me. We used to live in the same town and play in person, but then I moved away, and we only play online now. Once I finally realized that it was odd for him to be in my bedroom, I decided that I must be dreaming and still asleep. I decided to ignore him and hope that he would go away, but he wouldn't let me, and continued to maul my tits. "Go away, you are just a dream," I said to him. "Oh yeah? Would a dream do this?" he asked, and then shoved a finger roughly inside my dry pussy. I cried out again, realizing that this wasn't a dream after all. "What are you doing here Sir?" I asked, perplexed. "I came out to visit Kelly," he said, "but since she is at work right now, I decided to wake you up so that I could play with you in the meantime." Kelly is my housemate, who Sir is having a semi-relationship with. He continued to dry fuck me with his finger, eventually adding another, and twisting at my nipples with his other hand. I was whimpering in pain. Eventually my bladder caused me to speak up. "Sir, I really have to go pee," I told him, as I always have to pee really bad first thing in the morning. "Too goddamn bad, cunt," he replied, "I am enjoying myself. Although, now that you mention it, I do kind of need to pee. I'll be right back." He then immediately stopped his toying with me, and left the room. I was not really sure what to do, but I decided to get out of bed and put on my pajamas. I was halfway dressed in them when he got back. He noticed me putting on clothes, and crossed the space between you in what seems to me to be an impossibly short amount of time, slapping me across the face hard enough to send me falling back onto the bed. "Did I say that you could get dressed, you filthy, disobedient dog?" I apologized profusely, and began to take off the underwear and bra that I had put on, when he stopped me. "No, whore, since you wanted to get dressed, get dressed. Put on your jeans and whatever shirt, we are going out to get me a coke and maybe a granola bar or something. I need breakfast. Is there some place in walking distance?" I nodded yes, and told him that there was a plaid pantry a few blocks away. I hurriedly put on my blue jeans and a sweatshirt, and he grabbed my wrist and practically dragged me upstairs and out the door. Once outside, he allowed me to walk freely, letting go of my wrist, but made sure that I knew he was in charge by reaching over and pushing on my lower tummy every few minutes, to push on my bladder and make me more miserable. I was barely able to hold my bladder the entire way there. While we were in the store, I was quick to pick out what I wanted, anxious to get back to the house and a bathroom, but Sir took his sweet time, torturing me on purpose. I felt my control on my bladder slipping, and as he was debating on a snack, I leaked a little bit into my underwear. I blushed immediately, and leaned over to whisper to him. "Sir, I cannot hold it much longer, I just leaked a little into my pants." I blushed even more at this confession in public, even though no one else could hear me. He scoffed loudly. "Stupid little baby," he said, not nearly as quiet as I would have liked. "Can't you even hold your bladder? Are you going to pee on yourself like a little two year old? Do we need to get some diapers while we are here?" "No Sir!" I whispered anxiously, "I will be fine, Sir, can we please just go?" I realized that I had leaked a little more during this conversation, and really wanted to be gone before a wet spot began forming on my light colored blue jeans. He took quite a bit more time than I would have liked to finish picking out his snack, while I leaked on myself all the while, and then we checked out. I did not like the looks that the man at the checkout stand was giving me, and I suspected that he had heard what Sir had said. I blushed a deep red, and he smirked at me. "Have a good day," he said with a laugh in his voice as we left, and I wanted to crawl in a hole and die of embarrassment. "Sir, I am embarrassed," I confessed as we left the parking lot on foot. "You are embarrassed? You disgusting little cunt, I am the one who should be embarrassed," he said. "Just look at you! Leaking all over yourself like a tiny baby. I can see a wet spot on your jeans. You may as well just piss now and get it over with, since you cannot control yourself anyway." "No thank you Sir, I will wait," I said, and earned a very hard smack to my ass. Thankfully no one else was around. "That was not a request," he barks at me. He then stops walking and holds my wrist so that I stop as well. "Right now, right here. I want you to be as filthy as I know that you are are. Now!" I want to run away, but instead I loosed the hold on my bladder, peeing myself. I am sure that I was beet red of shame, as the piss covered my crotch and began to run down the legs of my jeans. Now I was certain that it was visible, to anyone that might walk or drive by us. "Disgusting," Sir said, and began to walk again. I began walking again too, my head held low in shame. Plenty of cars drove past us as we walked home, and I know they could all see how nasty I was. One of them even honked its horn at us, and I could hear the people laughing out of the window at me. We even passed a group of what seemed to be high schoolers, and they all began to point at me and whisper among themselves, giggling. Finally we made it back to my house, and I wanted nothing more than to dart inside so that my shame could end. Sir, however, took the keys from me and let himself in, but then would not let me in behind him. "I don't think you deserve to come in here wearing those filthy pants and underwear, " he said to me. "Take them off there on the stoop, and then you can come in." I balked, not wanting to be partially naked outside even for a second, but he insisted. So I quickly took off the pants and underwear, and then darted inside, holding them in my hand. "Good girl," he cooed at me, finally showing a little bit of kindness. "Carry those downstairs with you, come on," he said, and I followed him down the stairs. He had me dump the wet underwear and jeans in the sink, and instructed me to take off my shirt and bra as well, and stand in the shower. He then took the removable shower head, turn the water on quite cold, and proceeded to rinse me off with the cold water. He had me turn around and bend over, and rinsed off my crotch with the freezing cold water, which made me whimper. He chuckled at me. Eventually he decided I was clean enough, and turn the water off, to my great relief. He handed me a towel, saying "Dry yourself off and the come out, I am going to go eat my breakfast." He then left the room, leaving me to dry off in peace. I toweled myself off until I was dry, although I was still quite cold, and then came out to find him on the futon drinking his coke. "Kneel and eat your snack," he said, pointing to the floor in front of him. I knelt down there, and ate the honey bun that I had bought, wondering what the day would hold. I had certainly not expected to be woke up that way, and certainly not by Sir. I hadn't seen him in a very long time, and it was weird having him here, interacting with me. When I finished my snack, Sir kicked me over gently, just hard enough that I fell over, and then he ordered me to get up and retrieve my dirty peed-on underwear. I did so, not sure what he had in mind, but I soon found out as he stuffed them in my mouth. I nearly gagged as he stuffed them all the way in, and then duct taped my mouth shut. The taste was horrible, and I wanted to throw up, but knew that I couldn't or I would just have to swallow it back down. He then had me lay down on the coffee table on my back, and tied my wrists and ankles to the table legs. "I have been wanting to hurt you until you cry for a very long time now, toy, and I am very much looking forward to doing so now," he told me, with a evil glint in his eyes. He walked away for a second, and I wondered where he was going, until he came back with a bag. He pulled things out of the bag, one at a time, probably just to scare me more. He pulled out a flogger, a paddle, a riding crop, a ruler, and a cane. He also pulled out a few candles. He had never used a cane on me before, or candles, so I was both nervous and slightly excited. He started with the ruler. First he covered my breasts in blow after blow, each one seeming to sting more than the one before it. He started to include my nipples in some of the blows, which caused me to cry out, although my cries were muffled by my nasty panties. He then began to use the ruler on my stomach and legs, making sure that I sore in many places. Before I knew it, he got a wide grin on his face, and then began to hit me on my wet pussy, which caused me to cry out with each blow. He just laughed at my pain, until he tired of the ruler. He lay it on the table, and picked up the riding crop. He continued his attacks on my nipples and pussy, focusing mostly on those this time and leaving the rest alone. Those were, of course, the most sensitive areas though, so the pain was quite intense. After more blows than I could keep track of, he stopped, but the pain did not, as he began to twist and pull at my nipples roughly. "Tell me how much you like this, cunt," he commanded. I tried to tell him, to tell him that it hurt, but that I loved it, but I couldn't get any coherent words out with my panties in my mouth, and trying only reminded me how bad they tasted. "What's that slut, I couldn't understand you," he said, and then shoved three fingers inside my dripping wet pussy. "Oh, yeah, looks like you *are* enjoying this," he said, as he finger fucked me hard and fast. I felt an orgasm approaching, but he could evidently tell, as he suddenly pulled his fingers completely out of me, and smacked me hard on my pussy several times. Tears came almost immediately to my eyes as he did so, and he laughed at me. "Aww, does that hurt?" he mocked. "Did you want to get off? Poor baby. Get over it and get used to it, you aren't getting off any time soon," he said evilly. He quickly untied my wrists and ankles, and I thought I was going to get a break, but then he retied me to the table on my stomach. The weight of my body pushing down on my sore abused breasts and nipples hurt, but I knew that I was in for only more pain. I could not see what implement he chose, but I soon heard the swish of the flogger just before felt the leather hit my ass. I was relieved to feel the flogger, as it didn't hurt nearly as much as some of the other things he had brought, but I also knew that this was just the beginning as well. He continued with the flogger for quite some time, warming me up. Finally he put down the flogger, and while I did not see what he picked up, I soon felt the hard thud of the paddle as it hit my ass. I cried out through the panties again, louder than before, as I really hate the paddle. I cannot stand it for very long before I begin to beg and plead for Sir to stop. Today was no different. After probably only 10 swats with it, I was attempting to beg through my underwear for him to stop, but he paid me no heed, continuing to swat away, until I was crying. He noticed my tears, and momentarily stopped his efforts on my ass. "Aww, is the poor little baby crying?" he asked me, mockingly. I nodded, tears still pouring down my cheeks. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked. I nodded again, wanting desperately for him to stop, but knowing that he was just mocking me by asking. "Too bad," he replied, as I knew he would. "I am still having fun, so you are just going to have to suck it up and deal with it, slut." He accented the word "slut" with a hard swat to my ass. He continued to use the paddle on me for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was probably not very much longer. When I heard him set it down, I could have jumped for joy, but I had forgotten what the one last implement was. The cane. I remembered as soon as I heard it swish through the air, but that was not enough time to brace myself for the intense stinging pain that it delivered. The tears doubled as the swishes of the cane came to my ass. Sir paused between each lash to give me time to adjust, but the pain was too intense to adjust to fully. Sir knew that I could not take much more before I broke, so he stopped after a fairly short time with the cane, rubbing my hot and welted ass with his hand. I thought that he would untie me now, to let me rest for a while, but I was very wrong. I heard him shuffling around in the bag again, but had no idea what he was doing. I soon found out, as I felt something cold and wet pushing against my asshole. I tried to voice my dissent, but could not through the underwear. I had never had anal sex before, because I was unable to sufficiently relax enough to make it pleasurable, but I knew that Sir had been wanting to take my ass anyway, even if it hurt like hell, so this was not that surprising, but that fact did not make me any less surprised. He pushed his cock insistently into my asshole, despite my muffled sounds of pain. It hurt like hell, especially as he had only lubed his cock, and not my asshole at all. Eventually I felt the head of his cock pop inside me, and he did not pause at all, continuing to push further inside. Once he was all the way in, as deep as possible, he held himself there for a minute. "Now I own your asshole, whore," he told me, "your last shred of innocence and dignity is gone. And I am going to ride you hard, you will get no mercy from me because this is your first time. I will take my pleasure, I will take what is mine, whether you like it or not." When he had finished these words, he began to fuck my ass, slowly for a few seconds, but then hard and fast, causing me great pain. Tears continued to stream down my face, but the words that he had said only made me hornier. I knew that he was right, that my last bit of innocence was gone now, and I was a complete whore, taken in every hole now. As these thoughts ran through my head, and the pain began to subside, I began to enjoy the fucking that I was getting. I moaned into my still-nasty-tasting panties, willing Sir to keep going, to take his pleasure with my body. As he continued to ride me, he occasionally would slap my very sore ass, causing me to cry out. The pain was extremely intense after the very hard beating it had received. He also grabbed hold of my hair, and began to fuck me while tugging on my head. Finally he was getting close, and I could tell by the urgency of his fucking. At last I heard him say "Are you ready for my cum, cunt?" and I nodded eagerly, as he spent himself in my ass. Once he had finished, he pulled himself out of me. I once again expected him to untie me, but once again he did not. Instead he sat down on the futon beside the coffee table, propped his feet up on my very sore ass (provoking another cry from me), and turned on the television. He flipped channels for a bit before settling on something, and then began to watch. I was helpless to do anything as I lay there being his footrest. After a few minutes he decided to have a little mercy on me and take the panties out of my mouth, putting them on my head instead, so that I could still smell them. "I only did that so that you could have something to drink, slut, not to make your life easier," he told me, as he held a cup with a straw up to me and made me drink the entire thing. He propped his feet back up on my ass, and watched a television show, occasionally stopping at commercials to give me more water. I could feel his cum slowly leaking out of my ass and down toward the table as I lay there. He watched probably an hour and a half worth of television while I suffered silently (as he had warned me to be quiet), but eventually because of all the water I was drinking I needed to pee again. I told him so, but he ignored me until the show that he was watching was completely over, still giving me more water at commercials. By the time it had ended, I was very near leaking, my bladder barely able to hang on. He turned off the television and untied me, taking his sweet time while I whimpered in anxiety. When he had finished untying me, I started to run off to the bathroom, but he grabbed me by the wrist and smacked me hard on the face. "What do you think you are doing, you stupid cunt?" he asked me, and I blushed. "Did I give you permission to go to the bathroom?" I shook my head no, realizing that he hadn't actually done so. "You made a mess on this table, and you need to clean it up before I even consider letting you go relieve your stupid tiny bladder," he told me, pointing to the pool of his cum that I had dripped. I reached for a napkin, when he slapped me again. "No!" he shouted. "How stupid are you? You made that mess and you are going to clean it up with your nasty whore mouth." I winced, hating the idea of licking up cold cum from the table, but I knew that I had no choice. I knelt down on the floor and, with only a little hesitation, began to lick the table clean. I nearly gagged a few times as I did so, but I managed to get it all clean, and looked up at Sir in hopeful anticipation. "Yes, you can go pee," he said, "but you have to squat over the bowl to do so. And be sure that you do not get any drips on the seat, because I will be inspecting it, and if you do, you will be punished." I ran to the bathroom, eager to be able to relieve my bladder, and squatted over the bowl. Just before I began to pee, I realized that Sir was standing there watching me. "Sir? Why are you standing there?" I asked him. "You are not capable of peeing unsupervised, you incompetent slut, so I need to make sure you do things properly," he told me, and I hung my head in shame. It took me a minute to be able to pee with him standing there, even though I had to pee very badly, but eventually I was able to get release. Unfortunately, because of the squatting as well as the force of the piss exiting me, I was unable to keep the seat from getting sprayed with my pee. I knew as soon as I realized this that I was going to be in trouble, but there was nothing that I could do to prevent it. When I had finished peeing, I reached for the toilet paper to wipe myself. Sir stepped even closer to inspect me, and make sure that I did a good job wiping. I was utterly humiliated at the thought of someone inspecting me while I wiped, but I tried my best to ignore his watchful eyes and wipe like I normally would. When I finished, I reached for more toilet paper to clean up the seat, but Sir stopped me. "No, I want to take a good look at what a mess you made before I let you clean it up," he told me, coming close and looking at the piss-splattered seat. "Tsk tsk tsk," he said at me. "You will definitely pay for this later. I cannot believe that you cannot even pee without being filthy and disgusting. What kind of a person are you? I am not even sure that you *are* a person, maybe you are just a filthy animal." A Surprising Day with Sir Ch. 01 At these words, I blushed very deeply and bowed my head in shame. I knew that he was right, and that a person would not be so messy doing such a simple thing, and that I was not worthy of that word. When he had finished inspecting my mess he stood up. "Well," he said, "if it had just been a few drops, I would probably have gone easy on you. But that was a huge fucking mess, and your punishment will be severe, but I am not going to tell you what it is yet, so you will just have to suffer knowing that it is coming." "Yes Sir," I replied humbly, and waited for further instructions. He told me to kneel, take my dirty underwear off of my head and put them back in my mouth, and to clean up the seat with my hair. I did so, hating having to put the nasty things back in my mouth, and also hating getting my hair filthy. Once it was clean to his satisfaction, he told me to move my head, and he raised the seat. I assumed that he needed to pee, and I was correct, but what I didn't know was how. "Since you seem to want to be filthy, put your head over the bowl and open your mouth, cunt," he instructed me. I shook my head no, not wanting to do so, and was rewarded with several very hard slaps to my breasts and both my nipples being yanked upward and twisted viciously. "That was not a fucking request, you dumb whore, put your head there now. You don't have to swallow, but you will open your mouth and you will be pissed on, this is not a debate." Not wanting to receive any further pain, I put my head tentatively over the bowl, took out my underwear, and opened my mouth, and Sir let go of my sore nipples. I closed my eyes and tried to brace myself for what was to come. I soon felt warm liquid washing over my face and going into my mouth, and tried very hard not to taste it, but with not much luck. The taste was terrible, and I had to use every ounce of my self control not to close my mouth and spit it out. I thought that Sir would go on pissing forever, but eventually he stopped. I had piss all over my face and hair, as well as in my mouth and up my nose, which burned like hell. I did not know what to do, but knew better than to spit it out without permission, so I just stayed where I was, waiting for further instructions. I got nervous when I heard Sir's footsteps walking away, but I soon heard them returning. I was not comforted for long, however, as I soon heard the sounds of a camera going off, and realized that Sir was taking pictures of my humiliating state. I wanted to cry, but managed to restrain myself, as he snapped picture after picture. Eventually he quit, and told me that I could spit out the piss and take a quick, cold shower to clean up. I thanked him and quickly did as I was told. The cold shower was miserable, so I made sure to be very quick as I washed myself off. When I got out I reached for the towel, but thought better of it, and said, "Sir, may I dry myself off as well?" not wanting to incur more wrath. He shouted his answer from the next room. "Yes, you may, good job for asking, toy," he replied, and I beamed at his approval. I dried myself and made my way back out to the futon where Sir was seated again. "We are going for lunch, let's get you dressed," he said, and stood and grabbed my wrist, taking me to my bedroom. Once there, he told me to sit on the bed, and that he was going to pick my clothes for the day. I got nervous, as I was afraid that he would dress me in something ridiculous and I would not be comfortable going at all. I relaxed a bit, though, as he picked out a fairly normal (although low cut) shirt, and a pair of jeans. He handed them to me and told me to put them on. "What about a bra and underwear, Sir?" I asked. "A slut like you doesn't deserve those things," he replied, and told me to get dressed again, this time more impatiently. I reluctantly did so, glad at least that he had picked out fairly normal clothing to cover my otherwise naked body. The shirt definitely showed off my cleavage, and I was worried that my nipple piercings would be very visible in it, but I said nothing. "OK then, let's go," he said, and herded me out of the bedroom and upstairs. As we made our way to the car, I wondered what was in store for me next. I was nervous about what Sir might do to me in public, and even more nervous about my upcoming punishment that I had no idea about yet. I tried not to fret too much as we headed toward lunch, but it was inevitable, like my arousal at the prospects. A Surprising Day with Sir Ch. 02 (please read part 1 of this story first) * The car ride to the restaurant was long. Sir made me drive, but fondled my breasts the entire trip, even pulling them out of my shirt to fondle them at stoplights. I tried to look straight ahead so that I would not know if anyone saw them or not, but my imagination assumed the worst. I was actually glad when we arrived, although Sir made me park near the entrance to the restaurant, and kept my breasts out, fondling them, for several minutes while we sat there. Eventually he stopped, allowing me to put my breasts back into my shirt. "Look what you did, you stupid whore," he said, grabbing my hand and rubbing it over his now-hard cock. "You are nothing but a big tease," he taunted. "You will pay for this later." After saying this, he let go of my hand and got out of the car. I hurriedly put myself together and followed him into the restaurant. We were seated quickly at a booth in a corner of the restaurant, for which I was very grateful. I had no idea if Sir was going to embarrass me in the restaurant or not, but if he was planning on it, I was glad to be mostly out of the way. The waiter came and we ordered our food normally, and I was beginning to think that this trip would be completely vanilla. I was, of course, wrong. As soon as our food got to us, I started to take a bite to my mouth, when Sir stopped me. "Who do you think you are, slut?" he asked loudly enough to make me nervous. "You do not get to eat at the same time as your betters. You will wait until I am completely done before you take a single bite, do you understand me?" "Yes," I replied, and was rewarded with a hard kick to my shin. I managed to stifle my cry by biting my lip, but only barely. "Yes WHAT, cunt?" he snapped at me. "Yes Sir," I said quietly, head bowed in shame at having to say this in public. My quietness earned me a kick to the other shin, drawing tears from my eyes. "Yes Sir," I said louder, looking him in the eyes this time. "Good, glad that is settled," he said, and began to eat. I watched him, bored. I tried to start a conversation but he simply ignored me while he ate. Soon our waiter came back to our table to check on us, and gave me a puzzled look. "Did you not like your food?" he asked me, and I blushed deeply, unsure of what to say. Unfortunately for me, Sir answered for me. "Oh, no, I am sure that she will love it when it is her turn to eat," he said to the waiter in a tone of explanation. "She is not allowed to eat until I have finished." I wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but was instead forced to remain and endure the waiter's smirk at me as he left. Sir continued eating, unconcerned, while I tried to will my face to stop blushing. I was convinced that he was taking as long as possible to finish eating, and this was confirmed when, after he was done, he ordered a dessert. By the time it arrived and he finished eating it, my food was stone cold. "You can eat now, toy," he told me, with a wicked grin on his face. I began to eat my nasty, cold meal, hating every bite of it. Sir occasionally chuckled at the faces I was making, as did the waiter when he refilled out glasses. I managed to finish the entire meal, although I did not want to. When I was done, I asked if I could pee before we left. "Sure," he said, "but while you are in there, you must put this in and turn it on high." As he said this, he handed me a small but wide vibrator, making no pains to hide it, and I wanted to protest. Fortunately for me, though, I thought better of it, and began to put it in my pocket. "No, no," he said, "carry it in your hand. I am sure that if anyone sees you they will just know that you have it because you are obviously an insatiable slut." I blushed deeply again, and carried it in my hand to the bathroom. I passed several people on the way, a few of whom obviously saw what I was carrying and one man who even winked at me. I went into a stall hurriedly and shut the door behind me. I relived my bladder, and then inserted the vibrator. It was wide enough to cause me to feel definitely full. I turned it on high as instructed, and realized that I was going to have a very long trip home. The vibrations felt immensely good, but Sir knew that I could not get off from this type of pleasure, and would only be very very horny the entire way. I made my way back to the table, trying not to show the arousal that I was feeling. When I got to the table, our waiter was there chatting with Sir, and I had a bad feeling about that. "Oh, welcome back slut," he said, in full hearing of the waiter, who just gave me a grin. "I have been talking to our waiter here, and he has agreed to take a slightly smaller tip in exchange for you showing him those tits of yours. You know how tight money is these days, so I agreed to it. Isn't that great?" He clearly expected a response from me, and I knew what to say, but I did not want to. I managed to make myself do so however, uttering a sufficiently loud "Yes Sir," before bowing my head in shame again. "Well then, get with it!" he said, pointing at my tits. I lifted them both out of my shirt, not looking at the waiter as I did so. "No, I want her to look at me while she does it," the waiter said, surprising me. "You heard him, slut, look him in the eyes while you show him your whore tits," Sir commanded me. I managed somehow to lift my head up and look the waiter in the eyes as I held my tits for his eyes to peruse. "Can I touch them?" he asked Sir, not caring whether or not I wanted him to. "Sure, why not," Sir said, and the waiter grabbed them firmly, one in each hand. He fondled them gently for a few seconds, and then let go. Before he stopped, though, he gave each pierced nipple a quick twist, causing me to bite my lip again in order to prevent crying out. "Yeah, you were right, those are great tits," he told Sir, grinning ear to ear and obviously sporting a boner in his pants. I wondered idly if he would masturbate to this memory later. Perhaps even on a lunch break in the bathroom. The thought made me smile a little, until I realized that I still had my boobs out in full view. "Can I cover myself now Sir?" I asked hopefully, and he just nodded. He paid the waiter and then we left, me trying to walk normally with the vibrator still buzzing away in my pussy. When we arrived at the car, he went to the driver's side, so I figured out that he was going to be driving home. I stood by the passenger side door waiting to be let in, but Sir instead unlocked the back door. I opened the back door, puzzled. "Why this door, Sir?" I asked him. "Because you don't deserve to sit up front with me," he answered, getting in and shutting the door behind him. I got in as well, and shut the door. "Also, because you are going to lay down back there, take off all of your clothes, and then masturbate the entire way home, but you aren't allowed to cum, so don't even think about asking." I did as I was told, and lay down in the back seat. He waited until I had taken off all of my clothing before starting up the car and driving off. I began to move the vibrator in and out of me with one hand, while fingering my clit with the other. It felt very good, and I knew that I was going to have to control myself in order to not cum on the way home. "New rule," Sir said at the first stoplight. "Every time I have to stop at a light or a stop sign, you have to slap yourself as hard as you can on your clit 5 times. If I do not think it is hard enough, you will do 10 extra. Got it?" he asked. "Yes Sir," I said, and hit myself as hard as I could on my clit. I repeated it four more times, and by the fifth one, I hoped that we did not have many more stops before we got back home. By the time we made it home, I was so close to coming that I wanted to cry, and hoped dearly that Sir would be kind and let me get off at some point. When we got to the house, he stopped the car, and then grabbed my clothes. "I expect you inside within the next 5 minutes, but you do not get your clothes," he said. "Run, walk, get creative, I don't care, but you aren't getting your clothes back." He then got out of the car and headed for the door, unlocking it and going inside. I wasn't sure what to do, but decided that my best option was probably just to make a run for it, and hope that no one drove by or stepped outside right at that moment. I quickly got out of the car and ran for the front door, which Sir had thankfully left unlocked. I went inside, and found Sir sitting on the couch, smiling at me. "Have fun running inside naked?" he asked me mischievously. "Not really, Sir," I replied. We went downstairs, the vibrator still buzzing away inside me. Sir had me lay back down on the coffee table on my back, and then proceeded to duct tape the vibrator inside me. "Don't move," he said, and I tried to lay still. He then grabbed the candle that he had previously gotten out of the bag and lit it. He sat it on the table between my legs, and went back upstairs. He returned with a tray of ice cubes and the plastic freeze tube that went inside my water bottle. He set these down and picked the candle back up. He then raised it above my breasts and tipped it ever so slightly. I felt the drips land on my left breast and nipple moments before I felt the pain of the heat. It was painful, but also oddly pleasant. I then felt a sharp cold on my right nipple as more drops of hot wax landed on my left. The sensations of both hot and cold were interesting when at the same time, and I moaned. "Liking this then, slut?" he asked me, and I nodded. He continued this for quite a while, alternating hot and cold on both breasts, as well as my tummy. Then, all of a sudden, he ripped the duct tape holding the vibrator in place off, took out the vibrator, and shoved the frozen tube inside my warm cunt. It was cold enough to shock me quite thoroughly, and I cried out at the new sensation. He just laughed at me, and fucked me roughly with the cold intruder. He left it sticking out of me, and began to drip the hot wax on my crotch. I was greatly enjoying the sensations flooding through me. I began to drift into a weird sort of headspace, where I felt like I was watching my body lying on the table. Sadly, Sir soon tired of this, and put out the candle and put the ice back into the freezer. I lay still where I was, partly because I was still recovering from the enjoyment of the hot/cold treatment, and partly because I had not yet been told that I was allowed to move. "Get up already," he said to me, and I stood, a bit wobbly on my feet. "All right then, slut, time for your punishment," he told me, and retrieved his computer. He opened it up, and I began to get nervous when I saw that he was getting the webcam set up to record. "What exactly is my punishment, Sir?" I asked him nervously. "Well," he started, "you are going to be putting on a little show on camera. Because you are being punished for pissing on the toilet lid, you will begin by pissing your pants for the camera. You will then take your vibrating bullet, and you will get yourself off on camera. You will preface all of this by telling the camera why you are being punished. I will then post the video online for all to see. I will be nice to you, however, and will make sure that your face is covered. Got it whore?" I wasn't really sure how to respond to this, as the idea terrified me. I had no desire to have the humiliation of pissing my pants on camera for anyone to see, and I was nervous about the idea of trying to get myself off knowing that people would be watching it. "I understand, Sir, but it terrifies me," I said to him. "Too bad, you should have thought of that before you earned the punishment," he replied. He then picked up a small paper bag from our pile of bags, and got out a sharpie. He wrote "Filthy incontinent whore" in big black letters on the bag, and then cut out little eye holes. He then went into the bedroom and brought out my baggy ugly sweatpants and told me to put them on. "I have to wear these, Sir?" I asked him, giving a pouty face. I had no desire to be on camera in such ugly pants, it made the humiliation even worse. "Yes, you do," he told me. "What, you think that you deserve to wear something attractive while you piss yourself and wank off? I don't think so." I pouted at him some more, but he would not relent. He put the bag on my head and made me put on the pants, and then positioned me so that I was in view of the camera. He handed me my vibrator, and told me to start. I wasn't sure how to start, but I knew that if I did nothing I would only get in more trouble, so I quickly thought of what to say. "Um, Sir is making me make this video because I could not pee like he told me to without making a mess. So this is my punishment." I then looked to him for guidance, unsure of myself, and he just nodded at me. I really did need to pee, so I didn't think that I would have any trouble going on camera, but wetting yourself on command in front of other people, even if they are virtual people, is really hard to do. It took me a couple minutes of trying, but eventually I was able to release my hold on my bladder, and the warm liquid began to darken the crotch of my sweatpants and run down the legs. Before long, I was standing in a small puddle of my urine, feeling utterly ashamed and disgusting, and being very glad that no one could see how much I was blushing at least. At his insistent nod, I took the vibrator and put it inside my wet pants and began to play with myself. I knew that he wanted a good show for the camera, so I tried to make sure that I didn't hold back any noises as I approached my orgasm. After all of the teasing earlier in the car, I didn't think it would take me very long, but once again I was wrong. I am not very good at getting off in front of anyone, so it took several minutes before I felt my climax approaching. As my orgasm overtook me, my head went back and my legs began to shake. I wondered if I would be able to stand or if I was going to collapse, but I managed to stay on my feet. I moaned loudly as I came, enjoying the sensations flooding me and temporarily forgetting about the camera watching me and the video soon to be watched by many others. Once I came back to earth, without even thinking I said "Thank you Sir," and he nodded and then turned off the webcam. I had not intended that comment for the camera, but I supposed it was as good of an ending to the video as any. "Are you really going to post that online, Sir?" I asked, hoping that he had just been tormenting me and not really been serious. "Of course I am," he said, and sat down at the computer to do so. I gulped audibly, and the asked him if I could clean myself up. He said "sure" dismissively, and went back to what he was doing. I took off the dirty pants, threw them and all the other clothes I had dirtied today in the laundry, and started it washing, while I took a long, hot, relaxing shower. I noticed as I did so that my tits were beginning to bruise, and wondered idly if that was visible in the video. When I finished up and dried off, I went out and knelt beside Sir, who was still on the computer. "Is it posted, Sir?" I asked him. He nodded. "On several different sites," he said, and I gulped again. "I have emailed you the links. I think that you should go there daily to see what people are saying about a slut like you, don't you?" he asked me evilly. "If I have to, Sir, ok," I replied, not thrilled about the idea. As I knelt there, he grabbed my hair in one hand, while putting the computer aside with the other. He pulled my head to his crotch, and unzipped his jeans. I could see right away that he was hard as a rock. "I don't think it is fair that you should have as many orgasms today as me, do you slut?" he asked me, pulling me head closer to his erection. I opened my mouth in response, and he shoved my head onto his hard cock. I tried to lick and tease him, but he refused to allow me to have control, using my hair to push my head onto and off of his cock at his own desired pace. After a bit of being mostly gentle with me, he took my head and forced it all the way down onto his erection, causing me to gag as his cock tried, and eventually succeeded at, entering my throat. He held my head there, all the way down to his stomach, for what seemed like an eternity. I could not breathe, and my gag reflex kept trying to kick in, but he did not relent. Finally he pulled my head off, and I was able to grab a breath, before he pulled me all the way back down again, eliciting the same response from me this time, although he did not keep me there as long. He began to fuck my face fast now, forcing himself into my throat each time, ignoring my gagging. There was no finesse in it, only pure and simple lust and need. I was greatly enjoying his treatment of me, in spite of my gag reflex, enjoying just being used as a tool for his pleasure. The idea made me feel happy inside, and I felt contented. He continued for quite a long time, far longer than I expected, before I heard him groan and hold my head all the way down on his cock once again, and felt his warm seed spill down my throat. Once he was finished, he pulled all the way out and had me lick his softening cock until it was completely clean. When I was finished, I lay my head on his knee, resting from a long day, as he once again began to spend time on the computer. I knew that my husband would be home soon, so Sir would probably not do anything else with me for now, and I was honestly relieved for the break, but a tiny bit sad that it had to end. As much as I hated the pain and humiliation that he brought me, I loved the pleasure that it gave him, which is where I derived my pleasure.