Storiesonline.net ------- The Triptych by MWTB & Kiki Copyright© 2007 by MWTB & Kiki ------- Description: A slave's reward, punishment and reward in three parts. Parts 1 & 3 written by MWTB and part 2 written by Kiki. Codes: MF rom cons slave D/S Mdom span BD lght oral anal toys ------- Panel I - Prelude I have been teasing you all day. You are worked up, and ready to cum, but I have not allowed it. I have you change into your gym clothes, a tight white tank top and thin white sweats. When I first met you, you were overweight, and I would not put up with that. You had been working on it even before we met, but once we were together, I ensured that you would continue working out, setting up a reward system for both weight loss as well as progress at the gym, and conversely, a punishment system for missed sessions or gained weight. Being who you are, you rarely needed the punishment, which sort of disappoints you. Occasionally, you ask for a punishment as your reward. Today I am driving you to the gym, then picking you up afterwards. I drive you to the gym in the twilight, and you are nervous sitting in the passenger seat, wearing your tank top and nothing else. I want you available to my fingers, and besides, if I allow you to wear your pants, they will have had a large wet spot in the crotch when you walk in the gym doors. I don't want the spot forming until you are already on the machines. I pull into a spot in the parking lot and drag you towards me, shoving my tongue down your throat and two fingers up your twat. I bring you once again to the peak, and then I back off, letting you fall back against the car door, gasping. Slowly, with trembling hands, you slip your pants up your legs. I give you a small kiss and send you on your way. In the gym, you begin your workout. You try and get into the zone, try to focus on the workout, but its just too much; you are just too close to the edge. Even though you are in no danger of a spontaneous orgasm, you know two flicks of the clit and you will be cumming. You long to go to the bathroom and do just that, but you know that I would not allow it, so you continue to work out, pushing yourself harder than usual to try and drive the itch between your legs away. Soon, your shirt is soaked with sweat, allowing more to be seen than is strictly appropriate, though the other patrons do not seem to mind. In fact, they enjoy the view, and their minds race as they wonder what got you to the state that is causing the growing wet spot in the crotch of your pants. But you are too deep into your workout - struggling too hard to avoid the thoughts of me and my cock that are skittering around in your brain - to notice. You don't even notice the woman that seems to follow you from station to station. In your mind, you are still that fat girl, the invisible one, the one that people don't notice, so you aren't aware of what you do to people. And today, in your hyper-sexual state, you must be putting out pheromones at a massive rate, because you have most of the other patrons fantasizing about getting your body, a body that belongs to me. When you are done, you hit the locker room. I allow you to shower after your workouts, but my instructions are clear; the one part of your body that you may not clean is your pussy. I want it soaked when you come home to me. Your mind is still in turmoil, desperately looking forward to seeing me. So it is not completely surprising that you don't notice the woman following you, glancing shyly over at you. You peel down your pants, little strings of cream stretching from your pussy to the crotch of your pants, something that does not go unnoticed by your admirer. The woman sees it, and she cannot help but smell you as your scent begins to permeate the locker room. She follows you to the showers, smiling nervously when you glance her way, sneaking surreptitious peeks at your shaved snatch, your erect nipples, your tight ass. She is nude too, and she doesn't have orders not to touch her pussy. As she stands across the bullpen from you, under her own showerhead, she hopes that you are checking her out, but you are in your own world. She wants you, but is too shy to say anything, It's too bad, because if she just approaches you, just expresses interest, you will follow your instructions and give her my card, informing her that if I agree to it, she might have some time with you. Instead, she goes home alone, and later that night, as she replays this moment in her head, she'll cum three times while holding her vibrator to her clit. ------- Panel II - Going Home I walk out of the gym, and you are waiting for me. You step out of the car and open the door for me, helping me in. You close the door, go around to the driver's side, get into the driver's seat and drive us home. I want your hand in my pants or I want you to tell me to take off the pants so you can get to my pussy on the way home. I'll take them off for you. I want your fingers in my cunt fucking me hard making me cum on your hand. I look at you, longingly, and you see it in my eyes. You smile at me and tell me to do what I want. In seconds, my pants are off, my legs spread. I reach over and grab your hand, pushing it between my legs. It takes no time before I am cumming, savoring the long denied sensation. You take your hand back so that you can navigate the road, while I lean against my door, slowly rubbing my fingers around my cunt, savoring the sensation of knowing that you can barely keep your eyes off of me. When we arrive home, you come around to my side and help me out of the car. You do not allow me to put my pants on, so my ass is on display to whomever is passing by. You drag me inside and just inside the front door you push me to my knees - onto the pillow I keep by the door because I greet you on my knees so often - take your pants down and push your very hard cock into my mouth. Grabbing the back of my head and pushing down my throat. My nails are digging and scraping up the back of your thighs as I try to pull you deeper into my mouth. I relax my throat and let you have what your want. You are just using my mouth, fucking my face, just looking for a warm wet place to cum and I'm a willing little slut who wants to be used. I slide my hand around and take your balls in my grip and gently tug and roll them in my hand. I slide my other hand up and grip the base of your cock and squeeze and release and squeeze and release. I can feel your balls tighten and I suck harder and you push in and out of my mouth faster. I'm grunting and gasping to keep up with your pace and still breathe. I want your hot cum in my mouth - I'll pass out before I let you out of my mouth without your cum. And then with a deep push and a groan, you start to cum. Your hands go the back of my head holding me there. I can't move; it is either swallow or pass out. I don't want to lose any of your delicious cum so I fight the urge to gag and swallow rope after rope of your cum down my throat. Finally you finish and lean back against the door, breathing heavily, looking down at me. I lean forward, gently, carefully, cleaning off your very sensitive cock, getting every drop of the sticky mess we've made. I'm breathing hard and gasping a bit. When I've got you all clean I stay on my knees and look up at you. As you continue to watch me, I look into your eyes and let you see how much it pleases me to let you use me like this. I spread my knees a bit more, straighten my posture, lower my eyes and say, "Thank you, Sir, for taking me to the gym and making me work my body out so hard so that I might be better for you to play with. Thank your, Sir, for making me cum in the car on the way home. And thank you so much, Sir, for fucking my mouth just for your pleasure, for using me for your own release, for giving me your very, very yummy cum to swallow here on my knees in the front door of our house. It makes me so happy to serve you." My eyes still cast down, you push off the door and step close to me, reaching down to slide your fingers into the tight work out tank and over my breast to pinch my nipple. You give it a little twist and I let out a small moan. My pussy is dripping down my thighs and I'm making a little puddle on the pillow under me. You slide your hand up and over my collarbone, up my neck and along my jaw line to my chin. "little one," you say as you lift my chin to make my eyes meet yours. "You have pleased me immensely this afternoon and I want to give you pleasure. I want to tie you to the bed and make you cum on your dildo, on your vibe, on my face, on my fingers, on my cock. I want to give you pleasure like you have never known. Stand up little one." With your fingers on my chin I stand on weak knees with the anticipation of what is to cum. "But first we have a punishment to tend to, my little one." "I know, Sir." I had taken my pants off in the car. but before I started your blow job I didn't take my top off, and all blow jobs are to be done topless in this house. "Strip little one." I pull the single article of clothing off over my head and lower my eyes again. "I'm sorry Sir. I'll remember next time I just..." You cut me off. "I know you were just very eager to have my cock in your mouth and forgot the rules." "Yes Sir, that's just what happened." You reach out and cup my cheek, lifting my eyes back to you, then sliding your hand to the back of my neck you pull me in for a kiss. I love your lips on mine your tongue in my mouth, the taste of you, of your cum. still lingering there. You pull back and tell me "My little one, I'm going to go and wait for you in the spanking chair. I want you to get your collar and bring it to me. I want you wearing it, and only it, when I bend you over my knee and spank your tight little ass 15 times for forgetting the house rules. Go now and be quick about it." I start to run off to get my collar, but because I love you so much I turn back and steal a quick kiss and then run to get my collar. I hear you laughing as I'm heading out the room. I return very quickly and find you sitting in the spanking chair in the corner of our bedroom. My collar was in the playroom. I hate to disappoint you but I've gotten to really love your spankings, so I'm just a bit giddy. "little one, come and kneel here so I can put your collar on." "Yes, Sir" This is my favorite collar, the one that means the most to me. It is a very soft green suede, but thick. It has a loop for my leash and a tag right in the middle that says 'little one - owned by M' and above the tag, bound into the leather, are three stones - an emerald on either side of a diamond. This is the collar that M gave me on the third anniversary of claiming me. I love him more every day. I kneel and lean in so that you can buckle it around my neck. "This is a reminder of how I claimed you all those years ago and to remind you that you are still mine in every way. You're here to please me and you have done a very good job. I'm happier than I have ever been. But you must not forget the house rules; no backsliding little one. Now come on, over my knee lets get started." I sit back and touch my collar with one hand and my pussy with the other. I'm so wet as I scramble up and over your lap. I steal another kiss from you and you chuckle at me and my impertinence. I can feel your hard cock against my stomach and I shiver with anticipation. "little one, you know the spanking rules. Count them off as I go and no cheating. I don't want to be spanking you all night; I want to bury my cock in your pussy pretty soon, my greedy little slut." I squirm on your lap. "Yes Sir I'll try to only count out 15... or so." With that smart ass answer your hand smacks into my ass and I gasp. "That is the first and it will be the last if you don't count right, slut." Your hand is resting on my ass and I'm breathing hard. "Yes Sir. One!" and your hand pulls back and comes down again but onto the other cheek. "Two... Three... Four... Five." You switch back and forth between my cheeks and they are reddening quite nicely. My pussy is dripping down my legs and onto your lap. You rub your hot hand over my ass, slide your finger through my crack, over my pretty little asshole and down to my drenched slit and you slide two fingers straight in as far as you can. "Ohhhhhhh yess!" I cry and squirm more on your lap. You pulse your fingers for a second or two and then pull them out fast, and then with your wet hand smack my ass again with a bit more sting this time. "Six." Oh it feels so good. "Seven." I'm getting closer to cumming. "Eight." I'm just gushing. I've got my legs spread wide and I pushing my ass up to meet you smacks. "Nine." Without warning your push your fingers back into my slick pussy and just a quickly as you pull them out. You pump in and out a couple times and then rub my slick juice all over my ass, lips and the back of my thighs. And then smack. "Ten." Gasp. "Eleven." I'm going to cum. I am so close. "How many more little one?" you ask while rubbing my very red ass. "Four, Sir, four more. I'm so close to cumming Sir, so close." And with that you smack my ass three, four, six, eight more times very quickly, and as I'm counting out I start cumming. You push your fingers back in me and I cum on your hand, squeezing your fingers with my pussy, arching my back and screaming your name. You do the most amazing things to my body I can't help but to love you. I collapse back across your lap, limp and spent. You are very pleased with me and turn me over, pull me up in your arms and up to your chest, cradling me like a child. I kiss your cheek and jaw and then your lips, whispering 'thank you's and words of love and gratitude into your mouth. I'm limp as a rag doll as you pick me up and carry me to the bed, lay me out in the center. then crawl in behind me and wrap your body around mine with your still hard cock nestled in between my ass cheeks. "Rest for a bit little one, but I'm not done with you yet. I have plans to tie you up shortly and take my pleasure, and give you more pleasure. And you will be able to do nothing but beg me to stop or beg me to continue or even beg me to let you up to pee. We have a long afternoon and night ahead of us my precious little one, so rest for a little bit now" I give a full body shudder at your words. Mmmmmm I can hardly wait. You pull me in tighter against your body and we both drift off to sleep, but just for a short while; we have a bunch more to do tonight. "I love you, Sir. Thank you for punishing me," I whisper as I drift off to sleep. ------- Panel III - The Reward You wake up as I slip your ankle into the restraints. You notice that your wrists are already bound, and before you are completely awake, you are spread eagle on the bed. I move around the bed, tightening each chain so that you are well stretched, unable to move more than wriggling your body. You look at me in fear and anticipation. "little one, do you remember what I promised you?" I ask you. "Yes, Sir. You said that you would tie me to the bed." You jingle your chains to demonstrate that I have followed through on that promise. "You said that you would make me cum with a dildo and vibrator and fingers and cock." "Don't forget my tongue. Never forget my tongue." "No, Sir, I won't forget." I walk over to the toybox, which you keep handy under the bed, always available if I want to use something on you. I pull out the small butt plug. I hold it up for you to see. "Lube, or no lube?" I ask you. "Whatever you desire, Sir," you tell me, in absolute correct form. "Of course, little one, but I want your thoughts on this. Your answer will decide what this session will be like." You look at me fearfully, glancing down occasionally at the black butt plug as you think about it, biting your lower lip. Finally you look into my eyes and say, "No lube, Sir." I smile evilly, and push the plug into your pussy. I want it a little wet, but you won't get the slickness that a jelly would provide. Still, when I pull it out of your pussy, it is more lubed that you probably expected. I make up for that by pushing it in quickly, in one hard thrust. You gasp and groan, but it is less with pain than with anticipation. You wonder what you've gotten yourself in for. I go back to the toychest and pull out a bullet vibe and a roll of tape. I replace the battery - I want to make sure that full power is available - and I place it directly on your clit, folding your outer lips around the side. I tear off strips of tape, sticking it to your skin, holding the vibrator in place. I reach back into the box and pull out two nipple clips with long chains. The chains I attach to either side of the bed, so that any movement one way will pull the other breast tighter. I put the clip on your nipple and start screwing. "Tell me when," I instruct. You know this game. It is up to you to decide how tight it will be. Too tight, and the pain will be excruciating. Too loose, and it will fall off. You know from experience that you do not want it to fall off. You shudder at the memory of the punishment you received the last time they fell off. You feel the clip start to squeeze. You know that it is too loose, it will fall off too easily. Another twist. It is tighter, but is it tight enough? Another twist, and your nipple is getting compressed, the sharp pain jumping from your nipple to your pussy. It is probably tight enough, but you remember the promise of the un-lubed butt plug. One more twist, and your ass lifts from the bed. "Enough, Sir!" you gasp. I lean over and kiss your lips, then gently lick the protruding part of your nipple. I move to the other side of the bed, and the procedure is repeated. I kiss your lips again, and I tell you, "I'll be back later, little one." I turn the vibrator on low before I walk away. You moan as I leave the room, shutting the light and the door, leaving you in total darkness, alone but for the pain pulsing through your nipples with each heartbeat and the low steady hum on your clit; enough to drive you crazy, not enough to make you cum on its own. I go to the kitchen and make myself a tea. I sit at the table, sipping it, while I listen to the monitor I have in the room. I often wonder about the monitor. It is a standard baby monitor, which means that others can pick up its transmission. It is only turned on during our adventures, so I wonder what people think; the spankings, the moaning, the begging. You wonder too. You know that as you nod to our neighbors in the supermarket, they may have heard you begging for a cock up your ass the previous night. I shake the thoughts out of my head and listen to the here and now. You are moaning quietly. I can picture you, lying in the bed. With the slight rustling of the sheets and clinking of the chains, I know that you thrusting your hips up and down, trying in vain to get a more powerful feeling on your clit. The sounds remain the same for some minutes, then I hear a gasp, and I know that you have escalated your games. You move yourself to the extent that you can, side to side, pulling the chain attached to your nipple slightly, just enough to feel the sharp sting. You gasp again, and I imagine that you've moved the other way. The level of your breathing rises, and I know that the small pain is taking you closer. And closer. Normally, this is where I would go in and stop you, not allow you to cum, but I promised you a cum. I promised you many cums. And I want the first one to come from you. The chains clinking become a regular rhythm, set in time to the escalation of your gasps, the beat of your breath. You groan, a groan I know all too well, the groan of my little one about to cum. I wonder what it is going to be like. When you cum, you tense, your body tends to bend upon itself, and with your nipples clamped so tightly, that's bound to lead to an interesting result. Sure enough, shortly after the first groans of your orgasm, I hear the scream of pain, followed by the sound of your back hitting the bed. I can imagine how taut you are pulling the chains, as you tense while attempting to stay with your back pressed to the bed. I hear no sounds, except the slow hum of the vibrator, as even your breath stops, then the large exhalation of air as the peak or the orgasm slips away. I know what will be next; the moan of discomfort as the low humming vibrator continues to irritate your now overly-sensitive clit. Finally, the sounds slip back to normal, and I know that if I were to stay for another cup of tea, the cycle would begin again. But that is not to be. I stand up and rinse out the cup and wash my hands. I walk back to the room and enter, turning the lights on low. I look over at my little one, sweat covering your forehead, your nipples visibly jumping with each heartbeat, the clamps, amazingly, still attached. Your hips have already begun the slow gyrations that would eventually lead to your next orgasm. Instead, I turn off the vibrator, and I don't know if your groan is in disappointment or relief. I grasp the end of the tape, and I pull hard. You have neglected to shave your pussy for the last few days, and stubble is growing back. You are now getting a demonstration of why that is not a good idea, made doubly so because you arch your back when you feel the tape coming off, clearly forgetting the clamps that will cause you more pain. As you fall back to the bed, I look at your inflamed clit, and I am tempted to repeat the procedure with the vibrator at a higher setting. Instead, I lean over and run my tongue around it. You groan again, this time remembering to keep your back firmly on the bed, but you still try and grind your pussy into my tongue as hard as you can. But it is not time for my tongue; that will come later. I remove my clothing, because I want to feel your hot skin against mine. I move between your legs and I reach for the clips. Rough you wanted it, so rough it will be, and I pull the clips off without loosening them first. You arms pull to the extent that the chains allow as you scream, which quickly drops to a moan as my mouth covers one of your poor nipples and my palm covers the other. As the blood rushes back, I switch back and forth, soothing my little one's nipples as best I can. When your breathing returns to normal, I move up. You can feel my hard cock brushing against your wetness, and you swivel your hips, hoping by some magic it will just fall in, but that is not why it is there. I have just moved up so that I can hold your head and kiss your lips, gently at first, but then more demandingly. I push my body against yours, so that you feel me covering your core, feel my lips on yours, feel my tongue taking ownership of your mouth. Your moans turn to purrs as I give you what you want, the feeling of being well owned and well loved. I lift my head and smile at you, taking in the look of total pleasure and satisfaction that is emanating from your eyes. And the night has just begun. After petting your hair, stroking your sides, whispering the pleasure and pride that I have for you, I slowly move away, leaving you uncovered once again, your body unconsciously pushing itself towards me. I move back to the toybox and rummage through it until I find what I want. I lift it up and you gasp. In my hand is a dildo. It is not one that we use regularly. It is large. Larger than me. Thicker and wider. I don't normally like using a toy larger than me - male ego, perhaps - but this is a special treat. You know that despite how wet you are, and you are quite wet, you will feel this monster going into you. And you can see by the gleam in my eye that I will not be working it in slowly. I kneel between your legs again, rubbing the monster cock along your lips, moistening it as much as I can. I look at you expectantly, and you know what I want. "Please fuck me, Sir. Please shove that huge cock into me." "How do you want it, little one?" "Hard, Sir. Har-" Your word is cut off as I push it into your wet cunt as far as it will go, which is not nearly all the way in. You groan as I pull it partially out, then push it in still further. We both know that I will not be able to get the entire cock into your small pussy, but I will get as much of it as will go. By the time three quarters of it is buried in you, the moans are moans of pleasure. You can feel the cock pushing against the plug in your ass. You could feel it stretching your lips. You can feel the rough ridges playing on your clit as it goes in. "Sir," you gasp. "Sir, may I cum?" "Tonight, little one, you may cum as often as you please, and you need not ask for permission." "Oh, thank you, Sir!" you exclaim as your orgasm takes you. I continue manipulating the massive latex organ in you until I bring you to a third orgasm, then I slowly extract it from your abused cunt. As I watched your pussy slowly closing back up, its delicate pink irritated to a sharp red, I lean down and kiss away any pain it might have caused you. I disconnect your chains so that I can lie next to you and take you into my arms. You curl up into me, and slowly relax as I whisper my love to you. I can feel you starting to drift off again, but I am not done with you, and the cock that you keep trying to run your fingers over shows that I am not done with me. I push you gently off of me and onto your back. You groan with disappointment, but that lasts only seconds before you realize that my body under yours will be replaced by my tongue in you. I begin slowly, at first kissing and licking at your lips, making sure that they are unhurt. Then I move my tongue deeper into you, and it is soon joined by my fingers. It had taken a while to find it, but I now know exactly the spot inside of you that causes the most pleasure, however for now I move my fingers all around it, rather than onto it. I take your clit into my mouth, causing a combination of a gasp and a purr to emanate from you. I work you up slowly this time, bringing you to the edge, then backing off. I repeat this, ignoring your pleas for me to make you cum. Finally, I look up and ask, "Do you really want to cum, little one?" "Yes, Sir, please!" you beg. I comply with your wishes, sucking your clit hard while touching that spot in you that you so enjoy me touching. You scream through your orgasm, and then try and push my face away, but I ignore you and keep up the attack. Moments later the hyper-sensitivity shifts to something else, and you are screaming through another orgasm. Still I won't relent, and soon you are nearly senseless, flowing from one orgasm to another, until you are one ball of reverberating explosions. While you are groaning, snapping your head back and forth, your fingers feebly pushing at me, I lean up on my knees and push my cock into you. That you feel, and your eyes pop open, along with your mouth. I look deep into your eyes as you stare at me, then you grab my head and pull me into a deep kiss. You begin shoving your hips into me as I slowly build up momentum. You refuse to release my head or my tongue, as I feel more orgasms pulsing through your body. Finally, as my hips start driving your ass hard into the bed, you drop back down, staring at me with unseeing eyes. I hear you moaning rhythmically, and when I listen closely I hear you chanting, "Cum. Cum. Cum." I'm not sure if you are begging for me to cum in you or you are just punctuating your continuous orgasms with sound, but I decide on the former, and grabbing your wrists in my hand, I pin you to the bed with my hips and let my cock pulse its cum deep into you. You feel this, and arch your back one final time, before collapsing to the bed. I collapse on top of you, exhausted, and I lay there until I get my breath back, but you are simply limp under me, your breath slowly returning to normal as well. I pull out and you groan, but I mange to lift myself enough to collapse next to you. You turn towards me, your leaking pussy pushing against my leg as you whisper your love for me into my neck. As I drift off to sleep, I realize that you neglected to clean me off afterwards, as is your duty. Oh well, a punishment for another day. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2007-02-05 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------