3 comments/ 12697 views/ 5 favorites Bent by Gia Ch. 01 By: GiasScribe Author's Note: The story below is 100% real. This series is intended to document my journey into a new level of mental and physical submission. Much of the writing involves the psychological aspects of submission, taken from the perspective of the sub, not just the physical interaction. If you are looking for an unadulterated over the top fantasy barely walking the edge of reality, this is not the story for you. If you want a true glimpse into honest submission... what it looks like... how it feels... the good, the bad, and the ugly... keep reading. ***** I met Gia for the first time four months ago. I made the mistake of calling her "Mistress" during the opening minutes of our first session. She wasn't a fan of the term, and had the name/title "Miss Gia" burned into my brain not long after that. I have served Miss Gia physically a dozen times since then. The older chapters of our story are far too complex and in-depth to detail here. Just trust me for now when I say that she is a master at getting into my head. Not that she had to be. I wanted to give my submission to her the first day I met her. She broke me mentally and physically by the 5th time we played. Every session since has built upon that event. Physical torment, mind fucks, mental bondage. Anything and everything to keep me marching toward that goal of zero possible resistance. The voluntary extinguishment of conscious will. No resistance. No hesitation. I want to give it... she wants to take it. I have learned things about both of us on this journey. She does not like games, for starters (unless they are her games). I've also learned that there are far worse punishments than a whip or a crop. As I set in my office arranging my day, I sent her a quick text about the timing of our session that night. It was to be our 13th. The last of the message she sent back said, "Fair Warning - You are to be entirely submissive to me tonight." Not good. When you have served someone intensely for a period of time you will learn to read between the lines. I knew what those words of warning meant. Loosely translated, "You have fucked up and I am going to punish you for it tonight in ways you will not like." Just so we're clear here on the possible ramifications of something like that with her, Miss Gia branded her name on both my thighs the 2nd time we met. When someone with that kind of power sends you words like those, you stop and think. I sent her back a short note promising I would comply, but the smile was gone off my face. Later that night I sat there waiting for her arrival. She texted me instructions to be naked, and kneeling by the couch. She specifically told me to have my head down BEFORE she reached the door. Of course I complied. The old me would have peeked. Would have kept his eyes on that door just long enough to see her feet, but not so long that she could have noticed. Somewhere over those previous 12 sessions that me had vanished though. I didn't look up at all when the door opened and I heard footsteps entering the room. Was it her? Surely. A wave of nerves washed over me. I wanted to look, just to make sure. I didn't though. My head stayed down, focused on only the carpet fiber directly under my eyes, and nothing else. The footsteps went almost directly to the couch beside me, and took a seat. It was quiet in that room. I could tell it was her now by the nuances of her breathing. I relaxed just a bit, but I already didn't like where this was going. We have been in this place before. Dreadful silence. Nothingness. I had hopes that this was temporary, but deep inside I knew better. 10 minutes went by... 20... Maybe more. I lost track of time kneeling on that floor trying my best not to move out of my assigned position. Finally I felt a very soft touch on my back. Just a whisper on a scream, but a touch none-the-less. It lasted a few seconds, and then it stopped. A minute or so later... Another. She toyed with me a while with the soft touches. Eventually she sat back on the couch and rested her feet on my back. I could tell she was reading. I'm not sure how long I had been on the floor at this point, but eventually she broke the silence. "Have you ever been furniture before?" I answered that I had not. She went back to reading, her feet still resting right in the middle of my back. Finally, it came... the reason I was here... "How long did you play with your friend from California?" Oh, Fuck. That. I told her an hour, which was true. Just to explain the problem here, I have a friend who is a Domme in California. She and I have never played live because of distance, but she has let me watch live sessions in her dungeon via Skype. I also help her write humiliation assignments for her website, and we sometimes play on webcam as a reward for that help. All fairly minor stuff. There is only so much fun you can have when you are physically separated by 1,000 miles. I had sent Miss Gia a message requesting permission to play with Lexie. I even sent it the day before the scheduled play, but she was travelling and didn't respond. I honestly didn't think she would mind me playing anyway, since a day had passed since I sent the request and she hadn't said no. Wrong. That play time had gone wrong on so many levels. The play was great, but it was a "how many clothespins can you get on your cock and balls" game. Half way through it I made the mistake of telling Lexie I didn't "officially" receive permission to play. I should have known by Lexie's pissed off reaction that I might need to rethink my take on this. She doubled the number of clothespins required to earn a release and ended up not letting me cum at all. She also didn't take off a single piece of her clothing, which was going to be my reward for getting them all on. As the gravity of it all started to sink in Miss Gia spoke again. "Since you spent an hour at that, you can spend an hour of our time in silence. I'm enjoying the stories I'm reading." With that she finished out the hour reading Literotica. planning who knows what, for who knows when. I knelt in misery on the hard floor. My hands hurt. My feet hurt. My back hurt. Eventually an hour passed. I was relieved when she told me the hour was up. Finally, a chance to play, maybe? "Have you written the rules out," she asked before letting me move out of the position. I slumped a little and confessed I have not. She had given me a list of rules a few sessions ago. They were handwritten and were supposed to be typed up by me. It's hard to get that paper from where they its kept to my office PC, but really I have just been lazy getting it done. "How many rules are there?" "Ten." "Can you recite them," she asked? "I do not have them memorized, Miss Gia... they are in my bag though if you want me to get them." "Did I ask if you had them? NO! I asked only if you had them memorized." That little exchange was a great example of the last bit of resistance I still carry. She hadn't asked for more info. I had made an assumption that it wasn't my place to make. I am slowly learning assumptions are not a part of my role here, but I am not there yet, obviously. She warned me to stay in position and pronounced that I would receive two strokes with the crop for each rule. The strokes were mild by her standards. More than once she has drawn blood with that crop. These were hard enough to warrant a wince, but tonight's punishment was not going to be about pain, I could already tell. "What else have you done wrong," she asked once the 20 crop strokes were finished? I confessed that I was 6 miles short of my exercise goal for the week. Miss Gia offered to let me choose... six more strokes, or 12 more minutes in that kneeling position. I took the minutes. I'm not sure why. I think it surprised us both that I did. She made me take the time in total silence with my head completely down. I spent the entire time wishing I had asked for the crop instead. Sometimes I am such a coward when it comes to the things that scare me. Eventually my time kneeling on the floor was ended. I had been in that position for almost two hours in total. She let me move to a sitting position (still on the floor) as she stayed on the couch, fully clothed. I wanted her to undress so badly. She is stunningly beautiful and in great shape. Her body is a work of art. I knew by now I would not be seeing it tonight though. So frustrating. There was also more disappointment to come. "I don't think we have time to play with our new toy tonight," she said. "In fact, given your performance the last week, I don't think you deserve it." The new toy in question was a cock ring with an attachment that went to a bulb that slipped into your ass, pulling the cock ring back and down. I had tinkered with the toy over the weekend trying to figure out how to get in on. When I did finally get it on (after about an hour trying), it was amazing. The cock ring part does what all cock rings do by swelling the cock and making it throb, but the bulb that goes in the ass was also designed to stimulate the prostate when the cock was stroked. The damn thing was brilliantly designed. In addition to that, by nature, the toy tucks down the cock and balls into an unnatural position. It gives a very humiliating, somewhat feminized, look to the wearer. After about 10-15 minutes the toy starts to torture the places it has stretched as well. I can only imagine that it would also help considerably at keeping the ass pointed up and the head pointed down when kneeling for the crop, just because of the posture it forces you to assume. An hour or two in this thing would inflict quite a bit of misery and a whole lot of begging to be let out of it. All of those were things that honestly scared the hell out of me. Miss Gia has had 12 sessions to play with my head though. She long ago dug out the deep dark secret that told her I crave the fear and the pain. She used our earlier sessions to bend me to her will, and quite frankly has turned me into a pain slut, and a fear slut. Well, I guess the real question is, did she turn me into a pain slut and a fear slut, or did she just make me understand I already was? As much as the thought of a few hours in that toy scared me... I WANTED IT BADLY. I wanted her to torment me while I wore it. I wanted her to punish me for begging to take it off! She knew it. She had spent weeks turning me into someone who would get off on that pain in fact. The arsenal of mental weapons she has built to use against me is staggering. She also confirmed my absolute worst fear. Not only would I not be cumming in this session, I would not be cumming at all until I finished an assignment she had planned. There is nothing worse that not getting to cum in a session. Well... possibly a ruined orgasm, but even that wasn't to be an option tonight it seemed. DAMN IT! I thought to myself. I wanted to cum soooo badly. I begged at that point. Shamelessly. I offered to lick up my own cum every time I climaxed for a month if she would even CONSIDER letting me cum (I used to never lick up my own cum, but I have done it for her, and I know she gets a kick out of making me do it). It was an honest offer. She informed me that she did indeed like that and would take me up on that offer... But I still wasn't going to cum tonight. I knew when I started the begging was useless, but I had to try. She dismissed my pleas and told me she had two assignments for me: ASSIGNMENT 1 - The next day I was to go shopping for women's panties. I was to text her pictures of several pair so that she could choose the right pair for me. She made it clear that she would not be picking the first pair, and that if I went to a store that had other items, I would be checking out with JUST the panties. No self-checkouts allowed. I begged her not to do this to me. I would have to be careful picking the store. So much could go wrong. "Make it work," she said. "No cumming until this assignment is complete." I hung my head and knew that she owned me. As much as it scared me, I cannot deny her. Her control is already far beyond that. ASSIGNMENT 2 - "Wear the panties and use the pink dildo from one of our previous sessions. Video yourself using that dildo while wearing those panties. Make sure you choke on it. Find a public place online to publish the video, and have it posted by our next session." Wow. She had long ago warned me that exploitation punishments were coming. This was the first one though and it was scaring the hell out of me. I did not argue. I knew it was useless. I also knew I would comply. All in all it was a horrible session. I had ZERO fun, but more importantly, she had no fun as well. I know she would rather break me. Reduce me to tears. Make me bleed with the crop or the clamps. Miss Gia demands complete control more than anything. As much as I hate denial (it is the WORST punishment I can imagine) there is no arguing that it can be a powerful tool. There will be no future disobedience and I will take my submission more seriously. I do not want to be mentally tortured in this way again. I will do whatever it takes to stay in her good graces. As I sit here and finish my story of this session, I know that my conscious will is being eroded. I cannot resist her, and I cannot deny her. It stuns me the things I do for her, but she owns me. I know the trap I am in, but I don't want to escape it. In fact, I will fight tooth and nail to stay right here. She will continue to mold me little by little. I do trust her, and I honestly believe that the person who eventually emerges from the other side will be a better version of me. That's out of my control at this point though. This will be, for better or worse, whatever SHE decides it will be. Assignment one is complete. That may be it's own story some day soon. The sales girl was not buying my cover story and really made me work for that one. Assigment two is next. I'm not sure how I will pull if off, but I will do exactly what she says and find a way to make it work. ... To be continued Bent by Gia Ch. 02 Author's Note: The story below is 100% real. This series is intended to document my journey into submission at the direction of Miss Gia. All participants and activities described below are real. Much of the writing involves the psychological aspects of submission from the perspective of the sub, not just the physical interaction. If you are looking for an unadulterated over the top fantasy, this is not the story for you. If you want a true glimpse into honest submission .... what it looks like .... how it feels .... the good, the bad, and the ugly .... keep reading. * .... Continued from Chapter 1 (7 days later) "Next week" was finally here. I was lying on my back on the bed, struggling hard to hold my legs up and open. "Don't close them again!" she snapped, as the crop landed with a harsh bruising impact on the inside of my left thigh. I didn't jerk them closed, but it took every ounce of concentration not to. The blow landed about 6 inches above my knee, and it was not the first strike to impact that exact spot. Miss Gia had been cropping my inner thighs for a good 20 minutes, and she wasn't about to start showing mercy now. Blow after blow, swung with a motion from the shoulder, not the wrist. If you have ever been harshly cropped, you understand the difference. Left leg, then right. One blow after the other. I was struggling to hold my legs up and apart after each strike. Tears in my eyes as each blow seemed to be harder than the last. I could see that she was hitting me hard enough to have already drawn blood to the surface. It was brutal. As I write this, 15 days later, most of the bruising is still there and likely will be for several more days. I deserved every damn bit of it though. To be honest, as much as my inner thighs were on fire, it could have been worse. Last week's session had been mind fuckery at its finest. Not the welcome kind either. That session had been hard to endure, but the days that followed had been worse. I felt lost and broken. I had other things on my mind as well. All of it together added up to just about the worst 7 days I had endured in a long time. As much as my body was on fire at that moment, this was better. I had asked her for a chance to talk before we played. I needed to sort a few things out mentally, and who better to discuss your issues with than the one person on the planet who knows (almost) all of your darkest secrets? A chance to talk first was not going to be in the cards tonight though. "We will talk later," the text message had said. "I am in an exceptionally Dominant mood tonight and I want to get started." When she came into the room I saw the look. I had only seen it three times previously. Miss Gia isn't someone you can read .... Normally .... But there are times her inner sadist comes to the surface, and I clearly saw that part of her staring back at me as she walked in the door that night. True to her word, we started quickly. Nipple clamps were the first thing she chose. I shivered a little as she pulled the rubber covers off the ends and tossed them aside without a second though. She smiled as she clamped bare metal on my left nipple, then the right. Looking me directly in the eyes she started tugging the chain. After about 10 second of excruciating pain, the clamps finally snapped off. As soon as they were off, she reached down and placed them right back on. I'm not sure how many times she pulled them on and off, but my nipples were starting to bleed by the time she finished. My memory shot back to one of the other times I had seen "the look." She made me lick my own blood off her finger that night. Even though we were just getting started, I could already tell tonight was going to be worse. The ironic part of this situation was that she didn't yet know what was in the bag on the table. I had bought a new "toy" for the session. If I had not already told her it existed I would have kept my mouth shut, but when she finished torturing my bloody and swollen nipples, she asked where it was. I watched as she opened the bag and smiled. "I like this," she smirked, and she pulled the nipple suction tubes out of the box. In other sessions I think she may have shown mercy, but this was not a night for mercy. She placed a suction tube on each nipple and twisted the top until my already bloody and swollen nipples pulled into the tube a good 2 inches. My god that hurt. I begged her to let me take them off, but I knew that was useless before I started. She cropped me on the inner thighs again while the pain from my nipples grew by the minute. I was almost in tears again when the mercy came. She stopped what she was doing and removed the left tube. My relief was off the charts and I was expecting the same relief for the other nipple, but as I looked into her eyes I once again saw the flash of that inner sadist. She didn't make a move for the right tube, instead she reached down and took my cock out of the panties she had me wearing since I got out of bed that morning. Without ever breaking eye contact she placed that tube on the end of my cock and began to twist the valve on the top of the tube. My cock had not been worked over and although it hurt somewhat having it pulled into the tube, it wasn't nearly the same level of pain as what my right nipple continued to feel. Then Miss Gia reached into the bag and grabbed a handful of clothespins. I knew instinctively they were going on my cock and balls, just by the gleam in her eye. As much as fear and dread is truly legitimate for me, I am aroused by it. Dread of those clothespins filled my mind, but my cock began to grow. Only the part outside of the tube had room to grow though. Now the pain in my cock was starting to match my right nipple (which had been tubed for a good 20 minutes at this point). Then came the clothespins. I didn't count them, but I would guess she put on a dozen up and down the bottom of my shaft, and on my scrotum. I was hurting. My inner thighs were already dark red and turning purple from the crop. My right nipple made that pain seem like nothing, and the growing burn in my cock and balls capped it all off. Then it happened. Magic. All of a sudden, the magnitude of it all overwhelmed me. I was breaking. Falling. Starting to shake uncontrollably. God I LOVED it. This point is what I live for. I hate the journey here, but I so love the destination. She had pushed me to the point I had lost control. I couldn't "ride" the pain; I just had to sink into it. Rarely in my life had I felt so Dominated .... So owned. I would have let her do anything to me at that point, so I didn't even flinch when she picked up the phone and said, "let's take some pictures for you to put online later for the world to see." She spent a few minutes taking the pics. I was in a daze. So much pain, but deep, deep, in sub space ... and falling farther in a hurry every time that flash went off. Finally she gave me mercy again, removing the tube from my cock and taking off the clothespins. "Do you want to cum tonight?" I just shook my head yes. There was a price, she informed me. If I wanted to cum, the tube would go back on my left nipple and they would remain on until the session was over and she had left. I don't know that there would have been a price I would have turned down, but I started to shake a little harder and told her I accepted. As she cranked my left nipple back into that tube, the shaking continued as the waves of adrenaline hit me harder and harder. So deep in it now, not just physically, but mentally. One toy remained. It was a cock ring attached by a steel tube to a round stainless steel butt plug. She made me put it on as she watched. I love this toy, but I hate it. It pulls the cock and balls down, and it makes it hard to stand up straight. One of those toys that starts to hurt after about 15 minutes and keeps getting worse the longer you wear it. Although we had never played with this toy before, she clearly understood what it did because she ordered me to stand and get against the wall. Once there she had me place my hands on the wall and the crop started again. This time on the back and the ass. She swung hard. Each time I jumped the butt plug part of the toy moved against my prostate. It was heaven. It was hell. That beating was significant, but I was almost out of body at that point. So far down the path to honest submission. There was no turning back long, long, ago, but as powerful as that feeling had been, it continued to grow. I was falling deeper. Owned. Broken. I was still in pain, but I wanted more. If you have never been broken to that level, first of all, I am sorry but you will never understand how powerful even the slightest mercy can become. When she told me to take my hands off the wall and lie on the bed, I was filled with a sense of gratitude that can never be explained. I was so far in the hole of submission I could never have imagined that I deserved mercy. By giving it to me, she triggered feelings of gratitude well beyond the norm. Powerful stuff. Broken. Owned mentally and physically by someone who understands the psychology of submission, and isn't afraid to crawl in your head and claim her space. Am I the luckiest person on the planet? Hell yes I am. As mentally powerful as that bit of mercy was, can you imagine the mental effect when she began to stroke my cock? Even though the toy remained on, and the nipple suction tubes stayed in place, the magic of her hands on my body made it all better. I could write and entire story on the next 15 minutes. It was magical and worth far more than every second of pain I had experienced .... 10 times over. Eventually she made me cum. It was one of the most powerful orgasms I have ever experienced. I was in such as daze I was still spasming as she made me lick my own cum off her fingers. She smiled at me as she let me sit up. I asked if I could take the tubes off my nipples, but I knew the answer was no. "Leave the other toy in too," she said smiling at me. "In fact, keep it in driving home, and take it out when you get there." We talked for a while about the things I had asked her to let me talk about before the session. It was a soothing conversation, even sitting there in biting pain. Last week she had used mind fuckery and left me in a mental hell. This week she had made me suffer physically beyond words, but she used that suffering to pull me up. She had broken me, but she put me back together. Better. Stronger. She also took control of another little bit of me. She almost had 100% now. It wouldn't be long until she had it all. There just wasn't much room for resistance left (not that I wanted to resist anyway). Eventually she left. I had shed a few tears in the session, but when I finally took the nipple suction tubes off, it all hit me. I sat on that bed and cried like a baby for a good 10 minutes. They were cathartic tears. Tears of my soul being lifted up. Words will never explain what I was feeling, so I won't even try. It is my hope, dear reader, that you get the good fortune to experience something like this at least once in your life. I drove the half hour home with the toy in, and the panties on. It hurt beyond words by the time I took it off, but I didn't care. I would have worn it all night if she had told me too. The combination of this session, and the last (see chapter 1) was powerful. I had truly been, "Bent by Gia," yet again. Bent by Gia Ch. 03 Author's Note: The story below is 100% real. This series is intended to document my journey into submission at the direction of Miss Gia. All participants and activities described below are real. Much of the writing involves the psychological aspects of submission from the perspective of the sub, not just the physical interaction. If you are looking for an unadulterated over the top fantasy, this is not the story for you. If you want a true glimpse into honest submission... what it looks like... how it feels... the good, the bad, and the ugly... keep reading. ***** "You are my Domme, Miss Gia, and I will respect the assignments you give me." Those were the words spilling out of my mouth, over and over again at her command. The needle she was pushing into my chest was about the 12th by my count. It was hard to tell for sure with the blindfold on. The needles frightened me, and they hurt, but the whip had been worse. I'd never been whipped with a single tail whip before... Until about an hour ago. What a mess. It was going to get worse. How the hell did I get here? Oh yeah, I decided to play with fire. What a mistake. The problem started exactly two weeks ago. She had strapped on a purple cock and made me worship it. Not just for a few seconds, but for quite a long time. She made me suck it and lick it like a dirty whore. Made me gag on it. Made my humiliate myself over and over telling her how much I loved that cock. By the time we were done my knees and my mouth were raw. Then she grabbed my phone. She took two videos of me being her dirty cock sucking slut. When she was finished, she told me to post them online before our next session. I mentally planned to do that Sunday night. I would have time. Should have thought that one through a little better. We always play on Tuesday. Not this week though. We had plans to play again on Saturday at a cabin on the lake. That session took a lot of planning to get ready for, and to be honest, I just forgot about publishing the videos. It wasn't meant as disrespect, it was just that I had it planned for Sunday originally and hadn't given it another thought. Normally getting it done on Sunday would be fine. As we played that Saturday night, she knew the video had not been uploaded yet. She punished me for it. She made me humiliate myself for it. She locked me in a chastity device for it. When she finally let me take it off, she had mercy and let me cum, then made me humiliate myself licking it up. I was still horrified though. To forget something like that. Even days later I felt like such a failure. I don't pretend she owns the sub inside me. She DOES own him. She has for a long time now. How could I make such a mistake? She had punished me, but I thought I deserved more. That was my mistake. Thinking. I have written this over and over, but I just can't seem to get it. Thinking is not my place. My place is to be her sub. The only thinking that should require is the thinking she assigns me. I let myself think though. Dangerous thoughts. I thought that if I once again failed to post the video, she would punish me again. Give me what I HAD DECIDED I deserved. I even mentioned this to her. She just smiled and asked me if I really wanted to play with that kind of fire? Our next session was almost a week and a half away. I was proud of myself. How brave of me to step up and take that punishment. How fucking noble. What a fool. I start get the vibe for a session about 2-3 days out. When it started to hit me, I thought about her words. "playing with fire". A little fear snuck in. That was OK. I like a little fear. But then something else struck me. How disrespectful of my Domme was I being? Holy hell, this wasn't noble. It was my way of taking control. It was too late to post the video now though. I would have to edit it (it was too long) and then post it. I just didn't have time. As Miss Gia and I texted about session details, I could feel "pissed off Domme" right through the phone. I wasn't a little scared now. I was worried. Let's call it what it was... panic. I texted her an apology. I meant every word. She gave what I could tell was a hollow thank you, and a challenge. If I was truly sorry, post the video before tomorrow. I didn't have time, but I made time. I just can't use the "don't have time" excuse on her. She is too important. I was still terrified of the punishment to come. The terror was getting worse. I knew uploading the video wouldn't do a thing to lessen it, but I least I didn't feel as disrespectful. Finally it was Tuesday. I wake up every Tuesday and the first thought in my brain is how much I love Tuesday. My day to be Miss Gia's bitch. Today was different though. I was still glad it was session day, but I was full on scared. By the time I had the toys laid out and was sitting on the couch in just the panties she had instructed me to wear I was resolved. My head was in my hands as she walked in the door. I knew better than to look up. I just stared at the table in front of me as she started to unload her bag. She casually tossed something in front of me. A blindfold. OK, I hate blindfolds, but I can live when that. Then came the whip. Single tail. Leather. Right in front of my face. My heart skipped a beat. She didn't talk long, but her words were stern. I had played a game, and she didn't like games. This was not a game to her, and that was a lesson she was about to teach me. She made me lean over the couch with my hands on the back. She started with the crop. The first blow hit just below the small of my back. I felt like it cut me when it landed. The second hit just where the first had. It wasn't long until I used the safe word. She called me on it and told me that would not fly tonight. She did show a little mercy and let me rest for a minute, but that was about it. I made the decision I would not use it again. The beating continued. I honestly don't remember the specifics of the beating that followed. I do remember the first lashes of the whip. How it stung. How it bit. The next thing I remember I was in the floor on my hands and knees. I wasn't in tears. I was worse. Crying out of control and screaming into the carpet. I would guess she had been beating me for 45 minutes or so. I had lost track. She took mercy on me then. Mercy I didn't deserve. The next half hour was a cool down. She let me massage her back. We talked about what I had done wrong. How I could fix it. How I could be better. It was beautiful peace, compared to the violence of the first hour. She was working her magic. Teaching me how good it was to please, after showing me the cost of not. "You know your punishment is not over," she said. I did. Next came the needles. I had never seriously played with them before. She stuck them in the area around my nipple and up my chest. Maybe 20 in total. The needles hurt, but it was a different kind of pain. The pain of the crop and the whip is powerful. Sometimes arousing, but usually it is the end of that pain that arouses me. The needles were different. I got rock hard while she worked them in. The most powerful part of that punishment was that she didn't restrain me. She made me stay still for it. How powerful that was! I love to take it for her... whatever it might be at the moment. My mind drifted away... I thought about all the times she had broken me to tears. I wanted that so badly. I wanted her to push me. I wanted her to make me scream. Make me beg. Take my safe word away. Harsh. Demanding. Screams. Tears. Real honest punishment with no mercy. Dare I tell her how much I secretly long for these things? No. She know it already I think, but the words would not come from my lips tonight. "You won't be cuming tonight. In fact, you won't be cuming until we play again on Saturday," she said. I hated it, but I had resigned myself to that fact before she walked it the door that night. "I'm going to cum enough for both of us between now and then," she announced. My instructions were simple. I was to text her links to my favorite porn. I would watch it without cuming. She would watch it and get off multiple times. To reinforce this, she took me to the bed and had me "Practice". I pulled up a video and she let me touch myself. I was soooo close to cuming. I thought for a second about an "accident," but I just couldn't do it. I'm too deep in for that sort of disobedience now. So here I sit... 24 hours later... working on the last part of my punishment. 1,000 words on our time together. Due by midnight. Actually, 1,584 words and counting. Done 100 minutes early. I don't know if the punishment and the teaching is over, but I know now that I have endured enough that at least I am forgiven. Bent by Gia Ch. 04 I waited. Sitting alone, not touching myself, and not even thinking about it... Just as instructed. I was full of nerves and anticipation, several steps beyond, to be honest. Miss Gia had instructed me earlier to "be ready to make tonight all about your Domme". I didn't have a clue what that meant, but my excitement was off the charts as I let the concept of that sink in. Right on time she opened the door and walked into the room. The look was different. No smile, no glare, just a look of... Hunger? It was hard to place, but that look gave me a shiver of excitement I had rarely felt. "The rules tonight are simple," she said. "You are going to please me. Please me with your tongue. Please me with your fingers. Please me with any other part of you I decide to use." She glared at me with that look still on her face. She then started to strip. It wasn't a seductive strip, it was all business. "One warning... I know you can be a pain slut, but you DON'T want to be punished tonight. I'm in the mood to be pleasured. If getting where I need to be requires me to punish you, it will not be the sort of punishment we both know you secretly love. You also won't cum for a month in session, or out of session. Zero orgasms for one month. DO NOT fuck this up." She asked if I had any questions. Hard to have a question about instructions that are as clear as those, eh? She had me put my hands behind my back and quickly snapped a pair of handcuffs on my wrists, then commanded me to lie on the bed, on my back. At this point she was completely naked. As I fell into position on the bed, she smiled. She climbed on me to sit firmly on my chest. Her feet were crossed and her beautiful pussy was inches from my face. I stared at her sex as the full weight of her body pressed on my chest. Her sex was so beautiful... So powerful... just like the rest of her. The key to the erotic pleasure of the person who owns my body, and my mind, was inches from my face. I couldn't tear my eyes away. SLAP! It came out of nowhere. "Look at my face," came the command. That slap had not been the typical attention getting pop. She had hit me hard enough to leave a faint taste of blood in my mouth. I looked at her as she commanded. The hunger staring back was off the charts. She kept looking into my eyes as she slowly slid her already wet pussy toward my mouth. "Stick out your tongue... As far as you can get it." No sooner had I complied than she moved her legs to the side, raised up slightly, and dropped he pussy right on my tongue. She was wet. Wetter than I expected. I had served her for months, but aside from licking her sex off my fingers, this was the first time I had ever tasted her. It was beautiful. She rode my tongue for a while, using it like a tool... up and down, left and right. In and out of her pussy. I didn't know her pussy could possibly get wetter, but it did. Her wetness was already streaming down the sides of my mouth. She slid her hips back until her clit was now where my tongue could reach it. "Pleasure my clit... Lick it and suck it," she commanded. Of course I complied with great passion. I licked her for what must have been half an hour. Sometimes tongue fucking her, and other times working over her clit with my lips and tongue. My tongue was on fire. It was tired, but I dared not stop. Eventually I slowed down, only because I just couldn't keep the going. I tried my best not to back off the pace, but I just couldn't help it at that point. She noticed the drop in effort, and suddenly pushed the full weight on her pussy over my nose and mouth. I couldn't breathe. "Did I tell you to slow down? Didn't I warn you of the level of effort I expected tonight?" I just gave a muffled yes. I still couldn't breathe... not even a tiny bit. She was grinding into me now. Rubbing herself harshly on my face. I had no air, and she was starting the moan like she was going to cum. I'm not sure how long this went on. Each time I would almost be to the point of blacking out, she would give me a second of air. Not enough to catch my breath. Just enough to make it a few seconds more. She rode my face and my tongue with a passion. "I'm about to cum," she eventually said. "You will not spill one drop, or you will make me cum again until you get it right. Stick your tongue out." I complied. She starting fucking my tongue again. Hard. As she was grinding on my tongue, she reached around and placed her own finger on her clit. It wasn't long after that I felt her thigh muscles tighten, and I heard the moans of an approaching orgasm. A minute or so later her screams of passion started to echo off the walls and the flood started. It was gushing. I didn't want to spill a drop. What a gift she was giving me. The volume of her cum, and the thrashing of her hips, was just too much though. I tried to comply, but her cum was running down the sides of my face. It was one of the most powerful orgasms I have ever had the pleasure to watch. IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. I had swallowed almost all of it, but not quite. When it was finally over, she didn't stand. She slid her pussy down my face and onto my chest, leaving a trail of wetness down my neck and chest as she backed off my face. She stared at me. "I see failure on the sides of your face and on the sheets." "I'm sorry Miss Gia, I tried." It was all I could muster up to say as breath was returning to my body. My face, my neck, and even my hair were drenched in a combination of my own sweat, and her sweet juices. I was so drenched in that combination of juices that the slight breeze in the room gave me a shiver. "I hope your tongue isn't too tired. We're going to try this again and this time you're going to get it right. We'll even add a little incentive." From where she sat she reached over to the night stand and grabbed a hair brush. She showed me the brush, and then gave me an evil smile. With that she raised herself up and turned completely around. She was still sitting on my chest, but facing my feet now. For the first time tonight, she reached down and touched my cock. She didn't stoke it though, she just pulled it up. WHACK! The first strike of the brush was directly on the balls. After about the 20th stroke she moved back to sit on my face again, still facing my feet. "Maybe this angle will be easier for you. Use your tongue to lick from my clit all the way down... as hard as you can. Continue that until I tell you otherwise. Every time I sense you giving less than the full effort I will take this brush and paddle your balls until you feel motivation." "Yes, Miss Gia," was all I could say. As I licked her clit, she used my face in the dirtiest manner possible. She would grind her hips until I wondered if my nose might break. I didn't care though. I was in heaven. I licked and sucked on her clit as she kept grinding. Once again it was all I could do to breath. She was sopping wet from the first orgasm and getting wetter. At times she pulsated her hips slowly, letting me concentrate on fucking her with my tongue, or working over her clit. At other times she simply used my face and my tongue as a tool. Grinding and sliding as hard as she could. We had been at this over an hour now. I was sore beyond belief. My tongue was numb. Every time I even thought about slowing down she would take that hair brush and whack my balls. She had studied enough male anatomy that she knew they could take a serious beating safely, regardless of how badly it hurt, and that's exactly what she delivered each time. Eventually I could tell she was getting close to cumming again. "Here is your chance to get this right," she moaned. "Do not stop licking me until I tell you to my little bitch," came the warning. I didn't. I'm not sure how many times she came this time, but it was either the most amazing single orgasm in the history of mankind, or she was rolling through multiple orgasms. My tongue was numb. I was drenched like someone had poured a bucket of water on my head, and my balls ached beyond belief. I didn't dare stop though. I licked her as hard as I could, and I did my best to once again capture every ounce of cum. I was surprised she had the volume to squirt again the way she had the first time. I underestimated her. "DON'T FUCKING STOP!" I didn't. She rode and rode until I once again almost blacked out. I barely remember her crawling off of me. She was kind enough to finally take the cuffs off. My arms were long numb and would be sore for weeks. She was also kind enough to bring me water, and we talked for a bit. I was so horny now. God I was hoping I had done well enough to earn a reward. Eventually we both recovered a bit. "We have time for one more orgasm tonight," she teased. "Should it be yours, or mine?" As badly as I wanted to cum, I knew it should be hers. This isn't about my pleasure. It's about serving her. She smiled as I gave her the answer. She had worked for moths to help me understand true submission. The look of accomplishment on her face was worth giving up the pleasure. I truly do want to please her. I had a feeling at that moment that much of this night may have been a test, just to see what choice I would make at this point. I felt a bit of satisfaction knowing I had chosen correctly. "We're going to do this differently this time." That grabbed my attention. She walked to the back of the room and pushed her back against the wall. "Come here bitch," she said with a gleam in her eye. She spread her knees wider than I thought humanly possible as she slid down the wall. "This time you get to use your hands. Take your fingers and spread me open. Use your tongue on my clit." I did as she instructed. It was a hard position to hold, but I remembered what that hair brush had done to my balls earlier. She had me alternate holding her lips open wide, and using my finger to fuck her pussy. She gave me no break, and she teased me the entire time. Telling me how she was about to cum for the third time tonight and warning me to once again not spill a drop. I was expecting this orgasm to take a long time, but the position (or the fact that she had utterly used me) must have excited her. Within 5 minutes I was hearing the moan again, and almost without warning, here came the gush of her juice. I was in a better position this time and I was working as hard as I could to capture every drop. When she was finished she slumped to the floor. I fell at her feet. We lay in that place for a good 10 minutes, with neither of us saying a word. Eventually she sat up. "Clean it," came the command. I started to rise for a towel, and she stopped me. "With your mouth," she said. I did as she ordered, licking up every drop left in, on, and around her sex. When I was finished, she walked to the bathroom and took a shower. I waited in the floor, knowing I had not yet been told to move. When she emerged from the bathroom, she was fully dressed. "May I go to the bathroom and clean up now Miss Gia," I asked. "No," came the reply. "In fact, go take a pair of panties out of the toy bag, put on only those panties, your pants and a shirt over them. Then come with me. We're going for a ride." ... to be continued.