0 comments/ 31146 views/ 6 favorites A Whole Day By: silk_LAWN He liked to keep her off guard and unbalanced... thought she trusted him completely she never knew where he was going to take her next or what he was going to require her to do. Require, you might ask...and to that you would receive the most positive and affirmative answer of yes, require. He owned her body and soul...she was his to toy with, command and use in every way his pleasure desired. He often kept her naked... even in non-sexual times. And often kept her open and displaying herself for him. In fact presently she was sitting on the settee, ten feet from him with her legs spread widely so he could view her open pussy whenever he wished while he worked at the pc. Neither spoke much...he was busy with his work, glancing up occasionally to make sure her humiliation in the position she was in did not wan and she was always quiet when she burned with shame. Something was coming later... she felt it. She had no idea what...he did not have to tell her a thing... and in fact he rarely told her what he intended for her before it began... but she knew he was planning something. "Place your hands between your legs and hold open your labia for me please." She looked rather startled at the shameful order but obeyed him nonetheless. And he enjoyed her embarrassment. She looked shy and timid when he treated her in this way... she hesitated often still but always obeyed no matter what he required of her ...but she never got use being displayed, even if he was the only one viewing her. It was not that she disliked it so much... his pleasure was paramount for her, but she could not get over being totally naked and under scrutiny. She mind warred within itself...pleasing him, wanting to cover herself... pleasing him...etc...back and forth. She raised her feet, placing her feet on either side of her on the settee and slipped her hands down between her legs...with her hands on either side of her pussy, she leaned back and opened herself fully for him. She blushed slightly and could not look at him. Was there a more humiliating position? As if reading her mind he said with a grin, "You know I could make it worse for you..." She looked at him to see if she could figure out what he meant... what could be more embarrassing...he had total control now...what could he mean??? He left her displaying herself like that for several minutes while he went on working, glancing over one in a while and smiling at her. And she occasionally shifted her bottom in her seat from agitation. Her arousal began to show in her movements and she became wet and glistening. Her nipples hardened and she could feel them tingling... suppliant for his attention. He saw them as well and chuckling, he rose from his chair and went to the bedroom, coming back with clover clips. She held her same position as he toyed with her right nipple...pulling it forward from her body and pinching it sharply before he clipped the jaws around the hardness of the little pebble. She gasps loudly as the steel bit into her tender flesh. He gave her no time to adjust and pinched the other nipple then clipped it tightly too. She moaned pitifully and her eyes had a begging appearance in them which he ignored as he toyed with the chain, pulling it, jerking it, causing her pain from its movement. Finally he reached into his pocket and pulled out a double clip... Attaching one end to the middle of the chain, he reach down between her hands and grabbed her hood ring, and then clipped that to the other end of the clip. She slumped her shoulders forward to relieve the pressure on her nipples and clit but he would have none of that. "Sit up straight..." And when she did and winced, he returned to his chair and began to work again. The pull on her clit and her nipples was tight and the pain acted as an aphrodisiac to her mind... she began to pants slightly with need as an orgasm began to built. Her fingers ached to touch her clit but without permission she did not dare and she would not disturb his work to request permission no matter how much she wish to climax. He gave her so much to think about in the quiet of the room... her nakedness, her nipple and clit tension, her position of display. She did not know what was causing her growing orgasm to build most... But she could feel the wetness between her legs grow and make her hands slippery as she continued to hold her pussy open for him. Nearly fifteen minutes had gone by since he clipped her and he again rose and walked to her. Testing the tension of the chain dangling from her nipples, he yanked a couple of times and then, released her clit from the clip. She hissed air between her clenched teeth and then cried out softly when he unclipped her nipples and eased the jaws away. Blood poured back into her nipples. The tingling sensation became a burning searing pain across her breasts and she knew it would build before it subsided. And she suffered through the pain even as it excited her. Without a word he watched until she focused on him again and then walked back into the playroom. When he returned he had an inflatable in his hand and a vibrator. The inflatable was lubed all ready and she knew immediately he was going to insert it in some area of her body rather than just tease her with the sight of it... "Remove you hands and lie back" She obeyed and he immediately applied the tip of the inflatable to her anus and began to push slightly, giving her no warning. She cried out and tightened against the intrusion but he insisted with a bit more pressure and she forced herself to relax and accept the invasion. He forced the slippery but large thing into her fully and then held it deeply in position as he inflated it half a dozen times. Her body rejected the unnatural object and her muscles began to flex, trying to expel it but with the increased size of the plug, it was firmly imbedded in her. "Sit back up and spread yourself again for me." She awkwardly regained her sitting position and spread her pussy lips once more for him as he stood before her, watching. When she settled her weight back on her bottom she could feel the disturbing bulge inside her fiercely and it made her uncomfortable...but she decided not to tell him because she knew he actually recognized that all ready and it did not matter to him...his enjoyment was in her discomfort. He had taken her to agonizing hell before and prized every minute of her torment. This pressure inside her was nothing compared to what he could do to her. Then he reached down between her hands and inserted two fingers into her pussy, pushing against the plug in her bottom and manhandled it around. Widening his fingers he expanded her pussy opening, continuing to apply pressure as he waited for her to voice an objection. "Oh Sir it hurtssssss," she whined softly. That was what he was waiting for and he immediately introduced a third finger and stretched her further. She cried our but ceased complaining to him, understanding he meant for it to hurt and as always letting her know he owned her. "And does that hurt as well then? Shall I fist you now with that large plug in your ass? This is not the best position for you to be in for me to drive my fist into you but I think I could manage it... shall we see?" He laughed when he saw the fear and stimulation in her eyes. His authority over her always excited her... He could feel her pussy muscles gripping him in spasming contractions and knew he could bring her off at that moment with little effort but he was not done toying with her...and he still had work to do. He withdrew his fingers and wiped the wetness from them on a nearby towel and then tossing the vibrator down beside her, he walked back to his desk and sat down. As he worked he occasionally made comments or asked questions to keep her mind going. "Are you wet?" She was. "How does your ass feel?" Over full and uncomfortable. "I rather like having you ready for a session like this, even when I cannot participate entirely." This made her think of her total surrender to him whether he was actively participating or not...she was still his to do with as he wished ...anytime. She was startled out of her obedient frame of mind suddenly when he said, "Pick up the vibrator, turn it on and apply it directly to your exposed clit... Pull your hood back totally out of the way." With one hand she grasped the vibrator and flipped the toggle on the side of it causing it to pulsate as her other hand eased back the clit hood, exposing her hard swollen clit to the air and his sight. She timidly applied the quivering protrusion to her displayed clit and moaned loudly at the electricity that shocked though her body. "Re-inflate the plug four times now." He said knowing the pressure had deflated in her tight backside and she had become accustom to its size and force anyway. She was crying at this command but obeyed him slowly, screaming out at each trauma she inflicted on herself. Torturing herself was an ordeal he had not often subjected her to but he rather enjoyed her distress while he continued to work. He knew the following things and received great enjoyment from them... One she hated being displayed... Two, she would obey him no matter what he commanded of her, sometimes with greater motivation than others but still she would obey him...and three, the sounds of her torment where making his job a lot more pleasurable for him. She whimpered loudly because the pain of direct contact on her clit was nearly unbearable... pain fought with pleasure in her body. She threw her head back and cried out as the pain won out and then the pleasure fought back threatening to explode into an climax...nerve endings fought with physical desire and she withered around on her seat which moved the plug in a maddening thrusting manner inside her, further stimulating her sexually. Finally he finished his work and turned all his attention toward his sex maddened submissive. She was vaguely aware of his undivided attention now but was still struggling to master the sensations coursing through her body. He saw her bounce around on the settee as if there were hot embers burning under her and smiled as she fought herself before his eyes. He watched her hip thrust forward obscenely...such a lady normally and he had the power to transform her into a wanton slut. She began to implore him to permit her to come and yet he remained silent. Her exhibition was enjoyable to him and he had no desire to end it. And yet from his mind sprang a new idea and he smiled as he commanded her to stop. "Remove the vibrator from your clit and turn it off." She protested him sounds rather than words but he knew what she meant. Pulling her from the settee, he pushed her forward towards the playroom, rather harshly in responses to her less than submissive tone of voice. She could be very defiant when she wished to orgasm and was denied and he meant to break her of that. Maybe the time had come for a lesson in appropriate behavior with one's Dominate, he thought. He swatted her sharply on her still fully ass to hurry her forward and she yelped in a most disagreeable fashion. Yes, it was definitely time that she learned her orgasms were not hers to determine. Once they were both inside the playroom he smacked her ass sharply once again and then slammed the door. She still had an attitude and whirled around to face him with a look of rebelliousness on her face. She did not like being ripped from near pleasure and it showed. He had been too soft on her and it was about to come to a halt immediately. He grabbed the stool from the corner and dragged it to the bedside where he slammed it to the floor with a thud. Grabbing her arm he pulled her to it and forced her to kneel on it and then lay her body forward over the bed. Her ass was raised elevated in the air and she suddenly began to regret her insubordinate actions. "You want to come, slut?" "Yes, Sir." "Oh right you call me Sir now but only a second ago I saw that look on your face. I OWN YOU!" He roared. Seldom had he ever raised his voice to her in a session and rarely did he ever show any temper towards her at all but her actions where getting ludicrous if she thought for a minute he owed her her orgasm. And she knew from the bottom of her heart she was in deep trouble now. He reached down and again inflated the plug until she moaned in real discomfort and then pumped it twice more so she was so stuffed full she could barely breath for the pressure of it. Then he walked to the wall and selected his most lithe crop. Without warning he pelted her ass twice with strong vigorous blows. She shrieked out piercingly in blinding searing pain. Then he left her there sobbing into the duvet. When her sobs quieted, he spanked her forcefully with the flat of his palm, continually hitting the welts his crop had placed on her backside and she struggled only one to protect herself with her hand. He growled and she pulled her hand back under her and cried into the bed again. Her ass was a blaze of glowing colour... bright crimson where he spanked her and deepening purple with scarlet edges where the crop had landed. "Now stand before me and we will see what sort of bitch you wish to be now." She scrambled off the bed and stood as he directed... Her legs spread and her hands behind her body so his view was unimpeded. Tears stained her cheeks and her eyes were red from crying. She sniffled occasionally and could not lift her eyes to meet his in her embarrassment. She had just been punished she knew and with very good reason. He reached down and probed her pussy with his fingers, finding her sodden with her moisture. "Do you wish to defy me again?" "No Sir" "Are you sure...your drenched pussy tells me you like getting your ass beaten." "Yes Sir, I am sure." "Well then I shall have to find something else to beat, I suppose. Back on the bed now ... face up and spread this time." She knew immediately he was going to spank her pussy...or crop it...or paddle it...actually she had no real idea which but she knew she was going to get her pussy assaulted until she screamed. Fear coursed through her again. She wanted to escape this horrible usage but knew there was no place to hide from his punishment. She scrambled back onto the bed with her arms raised over her head and her legs spread widely open, displaying her gaping pussy to him. He quickly cuffed and secured her wrists and then cuffed her ankles and tied her legs to the upper beams of the four-poster bed. Her thighs were stretched apart widely and her ass was elevated off the bed. She was totally exposed to his ministrations. He selected a paddle from his collection. It was slender and elastic, and whistled as he swung it through the air. Lying open her labia, he then swung downward and struck her uncovered pussy with medium force. Again and again he spanked her pussy, upper thighs until the blood rose under her skin, and the entire area glowed with bruising redness. She squirmed and bucked on the bed in her restraints, and wailed her pain at her full voices volume. When he was satisfied that she was tender and aching in her most private area, he pumped the plug once again, causing her sobs to deepen. And she lay there hiccupping with tears streaming down her face...still naked, still exposed, still bound and still very full. "You have had that plug inflated in your ass for about 40 minutes now slut...would you like me to remove it?" "Oh yes please." 'Oh you do not have to call me Sir anymore...is that it? No I think it will stay there for a good part of the rest of the day...in fact I may give it some company...your pussy seems to be empty at the moment and not too long ago you were begging me for attention for your pussy, weren't you?" "Noooooooooooooo...oh God nooooooooooo!" She looked wild-eyed at his suggestion. "No? Now I am sure I heard you asking me to come earlier... Didn't you? And you just told me no and again did not bother to call me Sir...hmmm, now what shall I do about that. Yes I think your pussy does need filling... " Having her in this convenient position all ready, he simply dropped the paddle and lubricated his hand with KY jelly. She knew what he was about to do and screamed out her beseeching protests. She could not bring her thighs together though she tried and she could not conceal the access way to her cunt. Her ass was all ready overly filled and suffering with the pain of being stretched for extended minutes. She was nearly wild with fear that he was going to fist her then and there. And he stepped in between the V of the legs and held his hand up to her... she screamed in fright as he lowered his hand very slowly towards her open cunt and smiled at her. She could not break eye contact with him. Suddenly he touched her pussy and then quickly removed his hand. "Mind fuck," he said. And she recoiled in overwhelming relief. It did not last a second because he replaced his fingertips on her pussy opening and formed a pointed cone with his hand, and then began to push into her slowly. Screaming and wrenching her body trying to escape the inescapable she bucked her hips up and down, trying to get away from the pressure that was not filling her pussy. This only served to force her sex more firmly onto his hand...and he was laughing at the mind game he had played on her moments before. He continued to push his hand into her as enjoyed her shrieking screams as his knuckles reached her tightest part. Then he stopped and held them there, stretching her further, filling her body as it had never been filled before. With his other hand he released some air from the plug and then drive his hand completely into her pussy before refilling the butt plug completely. She was instantly begging him to take his hand out and in the same breath begging him for permission to come. He began to rock his hand deeply inside her, bludgeoning her cervix, making her sexually crazed with pain and passion. Her pussy muscles griped his hand almost painfully to him but he ignored the intense pressure while he enjoyed the heights of mastery he now had over her. Without deflating the plug he withdrew his hand and she moaned loudly which then turned back into pleading screams when he entered her swiftly and fully again, driving his fingertips straight into her swollen cervix. Setting a rhythm he began to fist fuck her like this... totally out and then swiftly back in. His hand was getting tired but he was not weary of hearing her sing her begging song for his ears and so he moistened his other hand with the moisture that was pouring from her cunt. First one hand entered and then the other... back and forth, sometimes not even bothering to open his fist as he entered her. She threatened to pass out but he saw she was too alive with sensation and desperate need for that ...she pleaded with him for an orgasm but he denied her...she begged him to stop and he ignored her completely on this point. Her tortured pussy was ruby red from the beating he had given it and full with the pounding he was now administering. When he felt she was going to climax despite his lack of authorization, he withdrew suddenly and left her open, begging for more and wanting. While he cleaned his hands, he checked thoroughly to see if she displayed any rebelliousness this time and though she was not openly insolent this time, he still thought he saw less than passive submission. "You are still not happy with my decision not to allow you an orgasm, darling. We are going to have to continue your training on this." He untied her, rubbed the circulation back into her arms and legs and then bade her to stand before him again. She tried to look and act willingness and obedient...she rose from the bed and assumed her position before him with downcast eyes and graceful elegance. Her legs though sore were spread and her hands were clasp behind her back... she raised her breasts for his view and stood still, in anticipation of his pleasure. A Whole Day "Yes, my dear it is time I turned my attention to your breasts for a while... I have lashed your ass and pussy and that seemed to tame you somewhat but it is still not enough." She looked at him with apprehension but said nothing, knowing there was nothing she could say. He gathered her hands, recuffed the leather restrains together, and then tied them to a rope hanging from the ceiling. Rising her arms above her head he secured her hands and left her in standing bondage while he went to his toys collection once again and selected a thuddy flogger. Blindfolding her, he then stepped away from her and began swinging his flogger in wide figure eights. When he was pleased with his rhythm and timing he began to connect his strokes with her breasts. She instinctively raised her face upwards to avoid the taws and this thrusts her breasts forward for his wickedness. He worked until he broke a sweat and she was beginning to space out into subspace. This was one of those times he did not wish her to soar out of reality so he stopped and replaced the flogger with his crop once more. Using the slapper at the end of his crop he turned his attention to her hardened nipples. One slap and she was back to earth and he had her full attention once again. He punished one nipple harshly and then the other in turn. Her breasts were colouring up just as her bottom and inner thighs had... rosy red with blemishes of bluish bruises. Wetness smeared her thighs as her pussy dripped. "Now would you like to come for me?" "Oh yes please." "HMMMMM...no Sir again...denied." And she began to cry at her mistake and his refusal. He walked around her body, flicking the slappers on her ass, between her legs and again back on her breasts. Other than listening to his movements she had no idea where he was strike her next but it did not matter... he would not allow her to climax and she had disappointed him. When he was finished he released her, took off her cuffs, pumped up the inflatable once again and then walked away from her. You will wear that plug in your ass for the rest of the day. When I decide I wish to have my tea I may allow you to remove it... And yes, this is a punishment. You have not pleased me as you might have today and there fore you are not going to receive your pleasure and will be penalize for my disappointment in you. I rarely actually punish you and you have become forgetful of your verbal respect for me and insolent in your attitude. Perhaps this is my fault for being so lenience with you in the past but it will stop here and now. Do you have anything to say?" "No, Sir" "Any objections?" "No, Sir." "Then thank me for guiding you in my methods, please." "Thank you, Sir" "Better. Now put on your watch. You will come to me every fifteen minutes so that I can check the pressure in your inflatable. Miss by even a minute and I will use the crop again." She shivered and nodded her head. "Then make me a cup of tea first and then when you have served it to me, get dressed...jeans and a long shirt over them, and trainers please. We are going for a walk." And he left her to do it. She awkwardly walked to the kitchen, naked and with the bulb from the plug bobbing on the back of her legs. Turning on the teakettle she readied his cup and hobbled to the frig for the milk. Slight cramps roll through her belly as she bent to the frig but it was minor and served only to remind her of her punishment. After she had served him his tea and lit a cigarette for him, she dashed into the bedroom. When she appeared before him, she had dressed and washed her face, reapplied her make up and brushed her hair. "It has been fifteen minutes, Sir" "Turn around then." She turned and he lifted her shirt, exposing the bulb of the inflatable just outside the waistband of her jeans. He pumped it several times until she rose up on her toes and he felt the pressure of the bulb stiffen. Knowing he had injected just enough air into the plug, he pumped once more for good measure and then dropped the bulb and lowered her shirt. He was amused when she checked her watch again as he guided her towards the front door. And as they left the house she noticed he was carrying his crop. They took the car... he held the door for her and she gingerly seated herself on her full and very tender bottom. Then he drove to the parking area he used whenever he went walking in the woods. Along the way he began to talk about the session he had just put her through... Mentioning her nakedness and her unprotected pussy and ass... telling her how he flogged her breasts and had her tied in each position. She made no comment but coloured red with embarrassment with each wicked thing he brought up. He wondered aloud what someone would say if he showed them her marks and she gasps aloud at this suggestion. He asked her how her bottom felt and all she could respond with was the word full. He describes possible scenarios for removing the plug and then using her ass for his own pleasure before returning it to its proper place. She looked at him with shock and fearful horror, hoping to see he was teasing but not really sure he was. Every bump in the road along the way also reminded her of her condition. She ached with soreness and with left over desire still. By the time they arrived she was in a state of worry and humiliation again and yet her jeans seemed damp to her. She was a confirmed masochist for this man. He could do nothing to her that would not make her want his pleasure. He could bring her to outrageously intense orgasms and she wanted to be near him and do whatever he required. Even the mind games were a wonderfully lovely bonus. He parked the car and came around her side to open the door and assist her out. Then he reached into the back seat and retrieved his crop once again. When she eyed it and then him, he said, "Of course I am going to bring it with me... did I not say you would feel its sting if you missed telling me the time every fifteen minutes?" "Yes...Sir, you did." "Then get your ass up the bank and let's go for our walk." She turned and tried to hurry up the small bank before him, hampered by her soreness and fullness. When they reached the main road she nervously looked at her watch and then looked around. He laughed knowing it was nearly time again and seeing her nervousness that someone might be around to watch him adjust the pressure for her. "It is time again Sir." "Then turn around for me and pull up the back of your shirt." She did, her eyes still scanning the area for other people. He pulled her attention back to him completely when he began adding more air to the inflatable and she gasps audibly. She bent forward ever so slightly at the waist to relieve some of the strain and sighed just as audibly when he dropped the bulb and allowed her to pull her shirttail back down in place. He was enjoying her discomfort and asked, "Do you think anyone saw you?" Nervously she looked around again and then looked up at him. He was smiling and she only shook her head no. "Well perhaps someone will happen along next time." Dread filled her eyes and he chuckled. "Will you allow the fifteen minutes to pass and take your cropping or will you tell me and have someone wondering what I am doing to the back of your jeans? And do you think you will raise up on your toes when I am filling the inflatable in your ass like you have all morning?" She wished he would talk about anything else in the world but this right now but did not say anything. He laughed aloud and she blushed. They walked on and she kept the time for him. He swished his crop through the air and topped of the heads of weeds with it. When they arrived at the lake they sat and had a cigarette... he plopped down and she sat gingerly. And only once thus far was there anyone in view when her time came... Walkers across the lake did not seem to notice but she was not sure and did not like them even in view from a distance. But as they began to walk again after their cigarette, they both could see three older fellows coming towards them in the distance. She looked nervously at her watch and then back again at the approaching strangers. Judging from the distances between them she was pretty sure they would be passed when the minutes ticked by but it made her nervous just to think otherwise. "Now what do you suppose they would say if they happened to see you with that bulb exposed? It is a pretty sure thing they would not know what it was but do you think their curiosity would get the best of them and they might ask? And should I explain to them what it is or should I allow you to do that. It would be rude not to answer their question, don't you think?" He was mightily enjoying her mortification at the very idea of having someone...complete strangers know. Luckily the strangers passed with a nod of greeting and she still had 45 seconds before she had to inform him of his time. And more fortunately the time never approached again at the same time as strangers came their way. So they finished their walk and headed back home. Immediately inside the door he said, "Strip." And she removed her clothing, hoping against hope she would also be relieved of the plug but it was not to be. "A cup of tea lease as soon as you put away your clothes." And he walked into the house. She again made his tea in the nude... and served it to him at the same time she told him the fifteen minutes was again up. He inflated her before drinking his tea because it was so hot anyway and then directed her to sit and display her pussy to him once again. She did... tenderly touching herself and holding her labia open for him as he simply sipped his tea and watched her. "I think it is time for a nap... but first do you still wish to come?" "Yes, Sir." "Good ... go into my bedside table drawer and get the dildo." She looked worried but did his bidding for him... and when she returned he motioned her into a sitting position again and waved for her to lie back some more and spread her legs further. Then he simply said, "Use it on yourself while I watch." She, in her disbelief, shook her head no and his look became stern with annoyance. "Use it!" She immediately obeyed and placed the head of the dildo against her sore pussy lips, wiggling it slightly to gain access she closed her eyes against his gaze and began to slide the thick plastic shaft into herself. Slowly she slipped it inside and then withdrew it without much eagerness. "Fuck yourself, slut." She responded by picking up the tempo and was soon thrusting the awful thing in and out of her pussy. When finally the pleasurable sensations over rode the humiliation of masturbating herself in front of him, he smiled and stopped her. She groaned in unfulfilled passion and he simply said, "Do you know why I stopped you?" "No, Sir... please let me continue." "What time is it slut?" Her eyes immediately widened in recognition of what he was saying and she quickly looked at her watch. "Stand up and go to the playroom." She obeyed immediately, knowing she had missed the time and not wanting to risk his annoyance more. He followed her in holding the same crop he had been carrying on the walk. "Place your hands on the footstool." She did. "Spread your legs widely...maybe I can hit your pussy when I crop you this time." She cried out at the thought but did as he said. He picked up the bulb, laid it on her back, and then stepped back. Knowing what was coming...knowing the searing burning sting that was soon to come to her made her shake slightly. He ignored that and raised his arm, only to immediately swing the crop forward and land it lashing bite firmly on her lower bottom. She screamed out loudly and then hissed air through her teeth as the blazing pain tore through her ass. Then he dropped the crop and grabbed the bulb, pumping it rapidly until she screamed again at the renewed girth. The inflatable never stayed full...it always leaked a bit and each time he refilled it she felt like her hips were being forcibly widened. "Now get up and lie on the bed...spread yourself." She obeyed instantly. He walked over to the wardrobe and came back with a rather large rubber elongated ball on a rope...the kind one finds at pet stores...and she know what he had bought this particular toy for. "I have always wished for you to sleep with your pussy full and now that your ass if full as well this will be a bonus for you. You will like this won't you slut?" What could she say...to agree would be a lie and to disagree would earn her his displeasure again. She was so sore from earlier and so uncomfortably full all ready. She simply lifted her hips slightly as if inviting him to do what he was planning on doing anyway. Seeing she was still wet, he considered not lubricating the capsule shaped plaything and then decided safety first and thoroughly applied a thick coat of jelly over the entire thing. Then he opened her labia with his fingers and steadily inserted it... Being ruthless as he needed to be in get it inside her without prolonging her suffering overly much. When he had it firmly in her, he jerk on the rope to make sure it was completely imbedded beyond her opening and then motioned her to slide up to her place on the bed. He stripped off his own clothing and pulled the covers back to get in beside her. "Spread your legs ... I will fit myself in around you while we nap." "I do not think I can sleep like this Sir." "Like what?" "Neither filled as I am nor spread like that, Sir." "You will now or you will tonight. That decision is yours." And he cuddled in next to her with one leg over the top of her right leg as she opened her thighs widely. He kissed her... The first since she has disappointed him during the session and it relaxed her mind though did little for her body. And then he covered them both and closed his eyes. He did not sleep immediately but instead roamed her body with his hand...adjusting the air in the pump once again, pressing between her legs to make sure the plaything was in place and pinching and pulling at her nipples. It all seemed to sooth him and he continued until at last he fell asleep with his hand on her pussy. She linger in consciousness longer, her body sending shape signals to her brain telling her she was being used roughly and she began to feel worry for herself. Then her submissiveness took over and she began to understand and value what he was doing for her. The remaining bits of her own power and belligerent behaviour were being stripped from her through his guidance. He was showing her once and for all that he indeed did own her and her attitude must reflect his possession. She had been very wrong to demand an orgasm earlier...or to even expect one. Her body was his... And she was able to drift off to sleep beside him. He awoke her an hour later, asking for tea...and she willingly hobbled to the kitchen to get it. And returning with it she politely asked permission to use the bathroom. "Do you think you can release with that plaything pressuring your urethra?" 'I do not know Sir but won't you take it out please?' "No but take a towel and place it between your spread legs on the floor and let me see you try." With her new feelings of obedience she nodded and did as he ordered. Her mind still objected but she schooled herself to be accepting of his shocking ideas. And thought she tried, he had been correct in his opinion that she would not be able to release. "Sir I cannot." "Will not or cannot?" "Cannot Sir, I am sorry." "Nothing to be sorry about then, come here." She walked over to him as gracefully as her full private areas would allow and he pulled her into his arms. Purposely he added pressure to her lower stomach for a few minutes and listened to her moans softly into his neck and shoulder and then he pushed her up and settled her on her hands and knees on the bed. He slipped out of the bed and gathered the towel in on hand. Releasing the last of the air in the plug, he gently pulled it from her body and though she was glad to have it out she still gasped when the fullness left her. Relief was short-lived because only seconds later she felt something entering her bottom again... Something not quite as wide but longer...definitely longer as he thrust his cock into her. She steadied herself, knowing she was about to be fucked anally by her Master. He did a thorough job of it too... taking his time, applying ruthless thrusts when it pleased him and long strokes when he fancied. She burned from the friction of his cock as much as she stung from his earlier paddling and the wicked searing of his crop. He was using her once again... and she felt every breathtaking sensation of it. When his thrust became harder and faster she knew he was close and tightened herself for his pleasure. He thundered into her bottom one final time and stayed motionless. And she dared not move either ...allowing him his ecstasy. When he began to caress her back with his fingertips finally she knew he had come back to her and began to wish he would pull out. He didn't... instead he stayed connected to her until he was only in a half hard condition and then he released himself deeply into her. She has all ready felt the heat of his ejaculation deeply within her bottom and now she was feeling the sizzling steamy gushing as he filled her with his personal enema. And though she had resolved to accept anything he wanted of her, she had never felt to intensely used in her whole life. It never seemed to stop but when he was finally done he press her head and chest down onto the mattress leaving her ass high in the air and left her there for a few minutes. The warmth and fullness built up in her belly as the liquid seeped through her. And her own need began to intensify. He slowly rubbed her stomach to prevent her from cramping and finally when he felt she had accepted his gift to her well and long enough, he inserted the inflatable one last time and blew it up, preventing her from releasing him until the proper time. Then he gently turned her over and lay her down on the bed on her back. She automatically spread her legs for his... out of habit and out of love. And he grabbed the rope and as gently as he could, pulled the rubber capsule from her pussy. Even as gentle as he was she still screamed out in pain as it slipped out of her much battered pussy and he began to sooth her by rubbing her clit softly. She whimpered. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and he swore, but put his robe on and answered it nonetheless, leaving her naked and full on the bed, desperately wishing to use the bathroom but knowing she was trapped in the room until he came back. She could hear the voices from outside the room, male voices, but could not understand the conversation. It seems to go on and on...and she suffered...trying to think of anything but her need. She had to release her own bladder and urgently wish to release what he had given her. With her fingertips she began to draw slow sweeping circles around her own distended tummy...trying to relax the fullness of him and the tightening urges or her own. She closed her eyes and drifted in her thoughts to anything other than her threatening situation. And this is how he found her when he returned. He watched for a few seconds and then went to her. The pressure on the side of the bed brought her out of it and she beg him in a small voice for permission to go to the bathroom. "No my dear, I wish to watch you do your most intimate natural function before me...please stand back up and release yourself over the towel for me." Impatience got the better of her and she complained loudly. He arched an eyebrow and hauled her off the bed roughly at that. Cuffing her quickly, he again had her in standing bondage before she could once again criticize one of his requests. He quickly placed a clamp on her urethra and walked over to the wardrobe yet again. From it he withdrew what looked to her like a small hanging pot with chained extending from four sides of its rim. Avoiding the long handled of the clamp he tied her ankles and spread her legs widely. Then he knelt between her legs and attached the four chains, one each to each of her labia rings with small clips. When he was done, he stood again, leaving the small pot hanging underneath her heavily stretch her labia downward from her body. She was nearly hysterical in her sobbing and he rather enjoyed the sound of it. Pinching her nipples and pulling them sharply away from her body brought her sobs to an end then and he had her full attention. A Whole Day "Are you ready to obey me and release yourself while I watch you? Because if you are I will release the clamp I have gripping your pussy..." She nodded and begged him to release the awful crushing clamp. Instead he slapped her breasts several times until she cried out. He was sure he heard sullenness in her cry and slapped her face once. She was so startled at this she simply stared at him. "Now calm yourself and ask me politely to perform for me properly." "Please Sir will you free me from the clamp so that I may release myself while you watch?" "Good girl." And he reached under her and slowly eased the clamp jaws open... rubbing her with his hand afterwards as he would any area he had taken a clamp from. She was wet and her clit throbbed against his hand...he almost felt he could feel her heartbeat through her engorged clit. Then he left her, returning to the bed where he sat and lit a cigarette. "Ok, now" She did not have to strain... she was passed the point where she considered this a base act of humiliation...she body simply took over and she began to release. The sound of the hot stream hitting the vessel between her legs echoed through the room and with each ounce she put into it, the pressure on her labia intensified. Soon it became a matter of dreading more weight and not being able to stop her stream. A low whimper from her throat amplified rapidly into a full-throated scream of pain as she continued to add more and more weight to her gravity stretched pussy lips. He could actually see her labia between her legs, drawn down tightly and thin in their lengthening tautness. The pain must be fierce he thought... And it was ...she continued to scream loudly, not even begging him for mercy...just concentrating on the pull from her body...the sensation like none she had ever felt before. Finally she was empty and the vessel was full. Somehow the thought of no more weight soothed her enough to allow her to stop screaming...tiny whimpers once again took over and then they too finally subsided. Quiet and stillness reigned over the room as he watched and she stood there with her hands suspended over her head and her labia suspended under her body. He thought to himself...I have done this...yes it may have been done before but rarely I am willing to bet. I have accomplished something few others have even thought of. Look at her. She may have fought me but I would not change that though she need not know that. Yes I am pleased with this days work. Without a word he went to her and carefully kissed her dry lips, then the unhooked the vessel and released her hands from the rope. Guiding her slowly to the bathroom, he handed her the vessel to empty and then helped her sit and then left her, telling her to finish and then shower. She did as he said... Knowing somehow he was happier than he had been all day. And as the hot water eases away some of the soreness from her body and she felt deep love for him. Once she was clean and dried she returned to him and he one last time bade her to spread herself before him on the bed, where he toyed with her clit until she begged him permission for an orgasm...and he granted it. She soared out of her mind into the heavens only he could create for her. And he held her.