****** Punishment II by Titania ******
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Punishment II


Please remember, this is a fantasy, no safe sex, or even sane sex is practiced
in this story. Also, this will make more sense if read after 'Punishment' by
Titania
Titaniatit@hotmail.com


My life went back to normal. As normal as it ever gets. I worked odd days in
the office, wore my suit, watched the world.

And I punished women. Though was that work? After her, yes, maybe. It never had
been before, but she changed the way I thought, the way I wanted. For no one
else reacted the way she had. For the other women what I did was simply
punishment. They hated that I was a stranger, they hated being given to me,
they hated the humiliation, the pain, the humbling of pride and body. She...
well, it had been different.

I still gave good value for money. But my heart was no longer in it. Heart?
Well, my lust at least...

In the days that followed that day, I ran though everything I had done to her,
again and again, remembering every reaction, every nuance of pain and of
pleasure. Hers as well as my own. I beat off more than I had since I was 15. I
had wet dreams, and still woke hard and needy, my hand wrapped around my cock,
pumping as soon as I was awake, coming hard again and again as I remembered her
scream, remembered her body, the feel of her around me.

I wanted her to be mine. I wanted her breasts, her cunt, her arse, her lovely
mouth, eyes, face. Everything. But she belonged to someone else. And I had to
get back to my life. I wasn't a child, I knew it was all fantasy, that she was
probably very happy, that she'd forgotten me already.

I concentrated. And it worked - I began to get back to how I had been.

Then he rang me. Arranged another session.

I almost came there and then, just in anticipation of feeling those breasts
under my hands again.

And I wondered what she had done, how bad she had been to make him bring her
back to me. I smiled, touched the phone and went to work out, sweating my body
hard instead of jerking off. I was saving myself - for her.

I awoke the next morning and all I could think about was midday, the time she
was going to arrive. I ate no breakfast, just drank, fresh apple juice followed
by Kenyan coffee. Then I showered, taking my time, watching my cock, all eager
and needy, holding it in my hand for comfort, knowing the best comfort was on
her way right now. It made me smile to think of her dressing, to think of her
getting ready for me. Briefly I wondered about her husband, then shrugged the
thought away.

Naked, I went to my bedroom and dressed, jeans, tight white T-shirt, bare feet.
A check in the mirror - slim, muscled body, wide-shoulders, narrow waist, long,
thick, circumcised cock already eager. Tall enough, good looking enough. Sleek
dark hair, dark eyes, something of the Orient from my grandfather. She'd liked
me. Her eyes had followed me, wanted me. Not something I was unused to... but
better from her. Better.

Back downstairs I waited. The room was set up, the cameras ready.

Ten minutes.

Five

Three...

And the doorbell.

My breath tight in my lungs I went to the door, open it, blink. She's there,
but dressed like a sex toy - a skin-tight top stretched over her breasts.. I
can see the darkness of aureole around her clamped nipples. I almost say
something, but stand back to let her in, and she teeters inside on 6 inch
heels, her skirt so short her buttocks curve visibly beneath it. No panties.
And she's gagged.

She's trembling as I close the door. I walk to her. Touch the ball-gag that
stretches her mouth so wide. I know I'm frowning. But I'm hard too, burning
with need at the sight of her, of her slim body, the weight of her breasts, the
curve of her arse. I cup my hands around her breasts, squeeze, and she
whimpers.

Walking away, I go into the play room. She follows, teetering.

I wait until she stands in the centre of the room, and I still her. A long
breath, and I stare into her eyes, the dark blue of them wet with unshed tears.
I slowly unbuckle the gag.

It comes free with difficulty, and I toss it away. She licks her lips, breath
coming fast, the body straightening, shoulders back, clamped nipples pushing
towards me.

"Take off your clothes."

She obeys, skirt first, then top, arms up to pull it over her head and then her
tits swing free of the tight fabric, nipples raw, begging. I reach up, release
each clamp in turn, pulling them from her flesh. She moans, almost screams, but
I pull her to me, kiss her, deep and hard, taking the sounds she is making and
turning them to something else. Something delicious. One hand around her arse,
the other around the full swell of one breast, I fuck her mouth with my tongue.
And almost come.

Standing back, I strip, clothes abandoned on the floor. Naked, I watch her
watching me, see myself reflected in her need, in the way she opens her mouth.
I touch my cock, running my finger along its length, reminding her of every
inch, of the solid thickness of it. She moans, softly.

"Hello, Whore."

"Hello, sir."

"What did you do?"

"I was naughty..."

"How?"

"I said no..."

"And now you're here. Again."

"Yes, sir."

"I'm glad." I smile. Shyly, she smiles back. "I've been dreaming of hurting
you. Dreaming of fucking you. Not just when I'm asleep." She shivers, and I
know she's done the same. Thought of me while fucking her husband. "On your
knees!"

She obeys, awkward in the extreme high-heels. I walk up to her, my cock so
close to her mouth that I can feel her breath against my skin. Her lips part,
pink tongue there, ready, and I let her have me, let myself slide deep into her
mouth, let her groan as I shove myself deep into her throat.

She shudders so hard I know she's coming. I keep her throat stuffed until she
stills, and lack of air is making her fight. I back away, let her fall forward,
gather breath. And I'm behind her, cock up her cunt so fast she convulses. Hot
and tight. I stay in deep, pull her torso up so she is kneeling up as if at
prayer. I can feel her womb tight against my cock head. But I keep still.

She smells of roses. I kiss the nape of her neck though fine blond hair. Then
reach around her and take hold of her breasts. And sigh.

Jesus, they feel so good, filling my hands, flesh spilling through my fingers,
nipples hard against my palms. I squeeze, hard, massaging them against her
ribs, letting her remember how rough I'm going to be. She leans back against
me, hands going behind her head, linking there, pushing her tits further into
my hands. I growl and claw at her, and begin fucking her, very slow, very hard,
long strokes out, quick brutal ones in. All the time her tits are in my hands
and I'm slapping them, taking the nipples in my fingers and squeezing, all in
time with my cock, until her whole body is just anchored by my hands and my
cock, and she comes again, and I am too, pulling her back, forcing myself hard
into her, shooting at her heart.

I'm trembling as I stand up.

Deep breaths. And I turn. She's fallen on all fours and is crawling towards me.
I let her kiss my foot. She's mewling, rubbing her cheek against me like a cat,
her tongue soft against my skin.

"Suck me clean, Whore."

Eager, she kneels and licks me, cleans herself from me, from the still hard
length of me. Worship? Maybe...

"Stand up." She does, swaying, red mouth, sore nipples. I touch my fingers to
her nipples, flick the silver ring I had embedded in her flesh the last time we
met. She moans as I finger it, rolling nipple and ring between my hard fingers.
"I want to do the other one."

A nod. I dig a nail into her skin and she gasps, but answers. "Yes, sir, I'd
like that. I want to wear the marks you leave on me." She shivers. And I do
too.

"Whore."

"Master." She closes her eyes. It is betrayal of a kind. I touch her chin, lift
her face to mine and kiss her again. I slide one hand between her thighs and
sink my fingers into her cunt. She's sopping, my juices and her own. Biting her
lip hard, sucking her flesh into my mouth I let my hand pump in and out, let my
thumb flick hard on her clit. She comes again, body shaking against mine, tits
pushed into me, burning.

After, I let her lick my hand. And I know I have to bind her. I want to use my
pins, I want... everything.

And she in mine for this afternoon only.

She's looking at me.

"Put you hands behind your head." Instant obedience. She stands with her spine
arched, the height of her heels enough to tilt her whole body, to make her
breasts seem even larger. As I watch, she breathes in, displaying herself and
her nipples are so hard, so long, that they seem to be begging.

Soft rope. I take it to her, gently pull her hands until they are behind her
back. I bind them at the wrist, at the elbow, pulling that one tight. I walk
around her. Smile. Her breasts now seem too big for her body, the swell of them
unreal. I kiss each one, sucking each nipple into my mouth, biting it hard,
chewing for minutes in happiness. Straightening, I kiss her mouth, find it
soft, pliant against me.

More rope. I loop it around the base of one breast, then the other, pulling
very tight in a figure of eight. Her skin swells as I watch. A moan, and I
touch her again, finger sliding against her clit, back and forth until she
squirms and her breasts are moving, twitching, so detached from her torso that
they look like some pink fruit ready to be picked. I let her clit go with a
pinch. Cup my handiwork instead. Shiny and hot they slide against my hand,
swollen to bursting, hard. She moans as my palms rub over them.

"Walk for me."

She does. Just. Very carefully, she makes her way forward, then turns,
straightens and jiggles back to me, tits bouncing, the ropes digging hard into
her skin. "Good whore." She bounces up and down, letting her body sway, the
weight of her breasts hardly enough to make them sag, the ropes too tight, the
skin too taut. I take hold of them, hold them while she moves, my hands big,
dark against the pallor of her skin. I squeeze. Gently. Then harder. Ripe fruit
ready for bursting.

By her tits I lead her to a sawhorse. Bend her over it. Buttocks in the air,
tits falling freely. I stand behind her, using her bound hands as levers and
fuck her. Cunt first, then out and I'm pushing into her shit-hole. All the way.
I grunt when I hit home, my balls slapping onto her. Sweet heaven she's tight.
I fuck her, my cock huge inside the tight mouth of her anus. It grips me, sucks
me in, begs me. I slap her too, heavy whole-handed slaps that rock her body,
mark her skin. One buttock, then the other. Each slap hurts, and her body
tightens. Every time. She's moaning. I loose track of time, until I almost
come. Then I leave her, my cock coming free with a soft, wet sound. The ring of
her anus stays loose, dark flesh red with wanting. I touch it. Poke my finger
inside. Then two fingers. It's so easy I add another, then another. Four
fingers, knuckle deep. I fuck in and out, add my thumb and she's shuddering,
whining. I back off. Find lubricant. I grease up my hand and shove it back.
Easy. This time I'm in and I touch myself, hold my cock as my other hand is
inside her. The skin inside is so smooth, so hot. She looks so beautiful. Is so
beautiful

I let go of my cock and reach down, tickle her clit. She bounces and shudders
against the sawhorse, and I think she's going to break my wrist as she comes.
Before she's done, I pull out. Move around, shove my cock in her mouth.

Starving, she gobbles it whole. She cleans me, sucks me in, until I'm deep in
her throat, just how I like. It makes me smile. I stand away. She look up at
me. He mouth is still open, wet with drool. I let her clean my hand. She sucks
her own waste from my skin, and moans in delight as she does so.

After a moment, I stand her up. Her breasts are dark red, so swollen. I touch
each gently.

A reward. I find my pins, the short, special pins. Taking hold of her right
breast, the one so far bare, I squeeze the nipple, though it is difficult, they
are so swollen. I look at her, look in her eye, and her nipple hardens, just
enough. She is open mouthed, wanting. I kiss her. The I take a pin and push it
firmly into the centre of her nipple. She moans as if I'm fucking her. I take
another, and another, make a line of them from her nipple downwards, each one
going into her taut, swollen skin with a slight pop. Six pins, six moans. I
bend and lick the line, feeling each pinhead as my tongue slides over it,
presses it. Again and again. Standing back I look at her. One breasts pierced
with a heavy ring, one pierced with six silver pins. The heads shine like
stars. I take her to a mirror, let her see. Running my hands over the huge,
swollen mass of her tits I squeeze them, let her feel the pain, let her
shudder. One hand busy with the pins, I cup the fingers of my other hand into
her cunt. She sighs, and her tit is pushed into my hand. Sweet slave! Obedient,
I squeeze again, pushing in, letting the pain flood her as at the same time my
fingers grind hard onto her clit.

Letting her go, I release the bindings. She shudders, almost falls against me.
It takes a little while, but then she stands on her own. Standing behind her I
untie her arms, then massage her tits. She leans back into me, her cheek
nuzzling back. Bending I kiss her, her breasts heavy in my hands.. Already
she's hard again, nipples pert and eager, each one bright with silver. I kiss
her deep, tongue down her throat, tasting myself, tasting her. A squeeze and I
walk away.

"Get on your knees and crawl to the bed."

She obeys at once. Her ass is still marked, finger prints, palm prints. She
sways as she crawls, all invitation. I want her. I want to hurt her. Most of
all I want to own her.

But I don't.

"Crawl back." She turns, crawls towards me. "Now to the bed." She goes,
slightly breathless now. I follow her, slapping her rump. "Stand."

My hospital trolley is by the bed. I smile at her. She shivers. I let her turn,
face me. Bending, I kiss each breast, loving the feel of her pushing them
towards me, of her reaction when I bite, when I chew around the pins. I kiss
her neck, sucking her earlobe which makes her gasp, then a soft kiss against
her mouth. "Lie down."

She does, wriggling into the centre of the mattress. I spread her legs and kiss
her there, sucking her clit until she screams, and suck harder until she is
thrashing uncontrollably. I don't know how often she's come, but her clit is
long and hard and hot in my mouth. I lick it and she spasms. Again. Then I work
my way up her body, the softness of her belly, the huge swell of her breasts. A
nipple fills my mouth. I pull the silver ring pierced through the other one and
she arches up against me. In a second I am inside her again. Home.

Braced, I pull the pins free, feeling her reaction right through my own body.
She hardly bleeds, what little there is soon gone.

I fuck her hard though, my face buried in her tits. I suck them in, squeeze
them, bite them until my teeth have marked them all over. I wrench my cock from
her cunt. Move up, straddling her chest. A tit in each hand I squeeze them
around my aching need. Hard now, less good for her, I fuck myself in her,
punching home, battering. I'm groaning myself, my balls so high and tight they
are just pain. Her mouth is open, and a shift of my body and I let her swallow
me as I come. The orgasm makes me scream.

And I could hate her because she isn't mine. I gather myself, kneel by her and
slap her face, then her tits. She lays back, chest arched up, and loves me as I
hurt her. I take a breath. Calm myself.

I reach for a plug, a thick one, and force it into her anus, grinding it deep
until her body folds around it, holding it still. Cunt next. I take a vibrator,
an obscenely thick ugly, cock shaped one and slide it hard into her sopping
hole, it has a prong that cups around her clit, another that presses onto the
base of the plug in her shit-hole. The wire from the vibrator leads to a
control. "Close your legs together, tight, I don't want this to fall out." She
nods, obeys. I turn it on. Her eyes widen and her hips twitch. "Keep it inside
you." I watch her swallow. "Yes, Master."

I give her my cock, let her suck it. Turn up the juice on the vibrator and sigh
as she shudders around me.

Enough. Setting the control to one side I take my piercing needle from the
tray. Her nipples are hard, each of them. I kiss the one already jewelled, then
clamping the other, push the needle though her. She hardly notices, her body is
wound taut with pleasure.

I could kill her this way. The thought makes me kiss her.

There is little blood, the same as before. I suck it up anyway, then finish the
piercing with a matching ring. I kiss that one too. Her breasts are red and
swollen, pierced.

Utterly beautiful.

I reach for the control and turn it up

She arches off the mattress, moaning. I hold the rings, one in each hand,
lifting. Her skin is slick with sweat, her hair dark now, plastered to her
face. Is she still coming? I lift further. The pain makes her focus, looking at
me. She blinks, then sees what I am holding. She moans, "Thank you, Master..."
and gasps as I twist. There is more blood, but I lick it up.. Sweet, coppery. I
let go. Turn the machine down to its lowest setting. She finds some breath,
licks her lips.

"Stand up."

She does. Very slowly. Somehow she keeps her legs tight enough closed that
nothing slips free. She sways, and I touch her, ass, thighs, belly, breasts,
face, back, breasts again. Long touches that claim her skin for my own. Then I
kiss her deep, backing off as I turn the setting back up to high.. She gives a
sort of whimper, and her nipples are hard, the rings lovely, shining bright,
shimmering against her skin. I place a weight on each one, hooking it over the
ring. Not much, just a little. Well, maybe more. She has no idea what is pain
and what is pleasure. I could flay her now and all she would do would be to
moan and beg to be fucked.

My cock is weeping.

She doesn't have to beg.

"Spread you legs." She does, and I pull the rubber butt-plug out. I leave the
vibrator in place. Hold it there, rub her clit. She shudders. "Hold it in." She
nods. I climb on the bed, lie back. "Now, Whore, come and sit on me."

There's a tiny moment when she isn't sure what I mean, there is little thought
in her now, then she is back on the bed, and she settles over me. I sigh as my
cock sinks into her empty hole. She begins to fuck herself almost immediately.
I lie back, let her work. The vibrator is fantastic, deep in her cunt it
massages the length of my cock, the prong at its base hard against my balls. I
can feel her come, again and again, and though I am so needy I ache, I hold
back.

A breast in each hand, I squeeze, roughly, using her tits to lift her, force
her back. Again. She's open mouthed, saliva dribbling down to my hands.. Her
eyes are glazed, though her body is still reacting. I begin to fuck too,
letting her have it deep and without care. She is rocking, speared upright by
my cock, held there by my hands around her breasts. I let them go, take hold of
the weighted rings. She shudders and comes so hard I come with her, both of us
shouting out loud, and she falls forward, her body still, apart from
aftershocks.

I turn the machine off. Ease her off me. It takes minutes for her to come
round, then she blinks, sees me, whimpers and moves to kiss my hand, her lips
wet and warm on my skin.

I pull her up. Kiss her gently. Then harder, for despite it all, despite
everything I still want her. She takes my hand, guides it to her breast, holds
it there. We lie still, breath entwined. Her nipple hardens against my palm.

I curse softly, rub my thumb across it. She flinches, then pushes towards me.

Perhaps I should kidnap her. Take her away, fuck her until we both die of it.

I kiss her instead, and know it is time.

"You'd better get ready." She nods.

"I know." With a wriggle, she slides away. Unsteadily, she finds her clothes.
She looks used, battered. Her husband should be pleased.

I'm going to tell him the video broke. He can't see this tape. Though I will.

Dressed, she teeters back to me, stands there and lifts her tight lycra top..
Taking a deep breath she eases the nipple clamps she arrived in back on her
nipples. It hurts her. Just hurts. She pulls the top back, very pale.. Kneeling
on the bed, she bends and takes my cock into her mouth, tasting it, loving it.
Then there is only cold air, and she is gone.

The doorbell rings. Quickly, she puts the gag on, clearly hating it.

I'm on my feet, holding her. I kiss her neck, cup her buttocks, let her go..
She walks to the door. Leaves.

And all I can do is wonder if she'll ever disobey him again.

End

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