****** Razor Tongue by Razi ******
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Razor Tongue


If any offends please don't read. Any resemblance to real life or real people
is pure coincidence. This is a work of fiction (Almost).

Please do not post elsewhere without the permission of the author.


He comes into the room and walks over to me. His glare tells me that I have
displeased him. There is nothing I can say or do to make it up to him, I know
that before he is through, I will have paid in spades for his embarrassments at
my hands. I know an apology will not be good enough and I know that the
punishment I receive is my own doing. He has warned me many times about my
sharp tongue. Tonight I let it get the better of me. He has however ensured me
that it will be the last time my tongue ever gets ahead of my brain.

I'm going over everything in my head trying to count how many times I stepped
out of line. I can think of three definite ones and maybe a dozen little things
that might have pissed him off. He asks me to explain to him where I went
wrong. I look up at him from my kneeling position. I begin to speak.

"The first major fault was when the guests were arriving and that ugly, dirty
Joshua groped at me. If only you knew how much I hate him. He truly disgusts me
in every way. I couldn't help myself. I honestly couldn't. When he grabbed me
from behind and pushed his crotch into my ass, I could have puked. I didn't
mean to be so harsh with him, but he is a prick and thinks he is God's gift to
women.

The second was when I was giving Taylor a blowjob. He agreed that he would not
cum in my mouth. He said not to worry. He said he would cum on my tits and then
what did he do? He held my head in place and forced his load into my mouth. I
knew that I couldn't swallow it without permission and you were not in the
room, so I did what I thought an appropriate punishment for the crime and I
sprayed it all over him through the little gap in my teeth.

The third was poor Kate. I am truly sorry for that. I never served a woman
before. I didn't expect that she would want so much from me my first time and
although I'd had fantasies about being with a woman, I didn't expect to be so
into it. I didn't mean to bite her clit. I can still hear her screaming at me
and calling me a bitch. I know that I'm never supposed to be rude to your
guests, but she was so irate. When she slapped me, a gut reaction kicked in and
I hit her back. I hope I didn't really hurt her. I hope her eye doesn't turn
black.

I know I made too many snide remarks. I know that I am too opinionated at times
and I know that I still need to learn my place. Please Master forgive me." I am
now looking at the floor.

He is seated, in a chair before me, he reaches out and holds my chin in his
hand. Raising my eyes to meet his, I am humbled by his touch and feel that all
too familiar flutter begin to take hold.

"Yes, you are too forward. You are wild and uncontrollable at times. Perhaps it
is I who have failed you little one? Perhaps it is I who need the training?
Perhaps we should end this now before it goes any farther, before you realize
you made a mistake in submitting to me."

I can tell he is serious. I didn't mean to make him feel like he had failed me.
I love him completely. To the very core of my soul. He makes up part of what I
am now and the thought of living without him panics me. I feel like a heroin
junkie, which has just been told that the world's supply has gone dry. The pain
I feel from the burn of his words hurt me more than any whip could inflict. I
find myself wishing that he had torn my flesh, the scars of which would be
easier to bear.

"Please Master don't do this. It is my fault, not yours. You have done nothing
wrong. You have been perfect. I just haven't found my place yet, please,
please, I'm so sorry, so ashamed. I'll try harder Master, I promise. Please
whip me, scold me, torment me, but please don't let me go please. I can't live
without you!"

He rises from his seat and heads for the door. Not a word is spoken as he
exits, leaving me to stew in my own private hell. My thoughts are now filled
with fear of release. The panic subsiding only to make room for dread. If only
I had listened. If only I hadn't taken his love for me for granted. If I had
just learned how to behave and keep my big mouth shut, this nightmare would not
be happening. I get up from the floor. How long I remained kneeling after he
took his leave I don't know. My joints ache and I use my bed as a device to aid
me in standing. I walk around a bit to regain my circulation, then flop face
down on the bed crying my fears into my pillow.

Sleep overtook me sometime during the night and I woke to a stream of sunshine
across my face. I breathe in deeply. My chest still shudders and reminds me of
the night before. I look around my room and see a tray on the bedside table. He
made me breakfast. I pour myself some juice and notice the note he has left for
me. I read it and nearly choke as I gasp and inhale some of the juice into my
lungs. He really meant it! He is sending me away! I drop the glass and bolt
down the stairs. He is in the living room reading the paper. I rip it from him.

"I see you have read my note." His voice is its usual calm.

"Please!" he can hear my desperation.

"I told you pet, I have no choice. I feel I have failed you and I need some
help."

"But" I stammer to find words. Deep down I know it won't do me any good to beg.
Once his mind is made up there is no changing it.

"Go and dress. Your ride will be here soon. No need to pack."

"Can't we?"

"No. Just do as I ask. Don't worry it won't be forever." I just stand there
looking at him. He turns me around and gives me a little push to start me on my
way.

Once I dress and return, he has me sit on a chair and await my ride. Neither of
us speaks a word, but the presence of his hand upon my shoulder speaks volumes.
He is doing this for himself as well as for me. As much as I loathe him at this
moment, I still love him more. I hear the sound of a car outside. My fate
awaits me behind the door. I walk hesitantly as my mind and heart pull me in
two directions. I give in to my heart and rush back to him. I throw my arms
about his neck and pull him close to me. I whisper a soft "I love you" into his
ear. I get into the car and as I pull away from the only man who has ever owned
my heart, I decide not to look back. I wipe away the one tear that rolls from
my eye.


The car drives on for hours. I no longer recognize the surroundings whizzing
by. Back roads and highways all become a blur as I contemplate my fate. Finally
we pull into a long driveway and come to a stop in front of an Iron Gate. The
driver pushes a button that rings inside of the most glorious house. It reminds
me of a castle I once saw in a book when I was a child. I try to contain my
awe, and act as if a home this spectacular is seen on every street. The gates
swing open and the car rushes in. It pulls up to the door and the driver ushers
me out of the car. I am standing looking at the house, and have no idea of what
it is I should do. I decide to knock on the door. I use my hand rather than the
brass doorknocker and say to myself, "I don't know why people have these
things? Nobody ever uses them."

A pretty girl opens the door, not quite as old as I, but judging by her rather
provocative dress, she is no child.

"May I help you?" she questions.

"Um. My name is Rehal. Rehal Bohnam. I was sent here by my Master." I seem
quite unsure of myself.

"Oh yes. We have been expecting you. Please come in. Master and Mistress will
receive you shortly. Have you any luggage?"

"No I was told there was no need."

"Oh I see. You have been sent for training then?"

I can't help but think to myself. "What training could I possibly get here that
my Master couldn't give me?"

"Rehal, please follow me." The girl has me follow her through the kitchen and
up a flight of stairs hidden in the back of the house. She unlocks the door to
what is to become my first room, I'm told. I walk in and look around. It is
small and quite cramped. It smells of must. I proceed to open the window and am
annoyed that it will only go up half way. The girl explains that all the first
room windows are secured in order to avoid risk of flight in the night. "A new
trainee could get very lost out there at night. It is for your own safety."

I can't help but think that Master has sent me to a prison as punishment for my
misbehavior. I look around and notice there is no bathroom inside of this room.
I turn to the girl. " Where are the facilities?"

"Down the hall, last door on the right. Do you need to go?"

"No. It's just that at home, I have my own. In my room." The girl smiled a soft
smile as she spoke to me.

"Well here we don't get our own until Master and Mistress feel we have earned
it. You need to get settled and get ready for them to meet you."

"What am I to wear. I have brought nothing, nothing at all." She was giggling
at me.

"Nothing." She said. As she left the room, I heard her lock the door. I
remembered one time that Master had told me of a place like this. A place
created in hell, to be hell on earth. A shiver shook me as I peered out the
window into the dusk. Soon they would come to meet me. I was determined to
please and not let myself step out of line. I was determined to spend as little
time in this place as possible.

Standing in my nakedness, still looking out my tiny window I waited. Soon I
heard the turning of a key in the door. As it opened I saw them come in, I
dropped to my knees before them. I said nothing. They exchanged many glances
and it was she who first spoke to me.

"What is your name?"

"Rehal Mistress."

"And what brings you to us Rehal?"

"I have dishonored and embarrassed my Master, Mistress."

"What punishment did he issue?"

"Sending me to you Miss." The pitch of my voice rose as the slightest of
sarcasm slipped past my lips. I quickly tried to correct it before either would
notice.

"Sending you here is not a punishment Rehal. You have not been properly
disciplined for your insubordination, have you?"

"No Mistress, I guess I have not."

"Well then first off you will need to be made sorry for your mistakes. Whatever
they might have been?" she was speaking as if my Master had not divulged to her
why I was in need of special training. "If she doesn't know why I am here then
how is it that they can help me with my problem?" I thought.

"Rehal let me introduce you to Master Hawk. He is a gentle yet firm Master and
it will be he who carries out your discipline tonight. I will be observing."

"Yes Mistress." I do my best to keep my eyes on the floor, but I can smell
Master Hawk. His wonderful scent fills me and I know before too long my pussy
will betray me and show them both my slutty desires. Master Hawk places his
hand on my head.

" I see that you do know your place Rehal. What I do not understand is your
refusal to stay in it." He knew. He knew about my indiscretions my smart mouth
and me. He was the one in control and she must belong to him. " On your feet
girl." I rose from my knees still keeping my eyes on the speck of dust that
must have escaped the maid's eye. Master Hawk circles around me. He is so close
that I can feel the heat of his breath tickle my flesh. As he comes around to
again face me, I blush, embarrassed to be so closely scrutinized. He nods at
Mistress and she exits the room. She returns a few moments later with a black
medical looking bag. It is slightly larger than the normal doctor's bag I have
seen and I can't help but wonder what it contains. Mistress hands the bag to
him and he opens it. He removes a black leather collar and proceeds to try to
place it on my neck. I back away quickly and I'm not quite sure why. "Stand
still." I freeze into place. "Why do you pull away Rehal?"

"I'm sorry Master Hawk, I don't know why."

"Yes you do Rehal, you are just avoiding me. Why do you pull away?" he manages
to lock the collar into place, but I can feel my body tensing as I whisper an
answer.

"I don't trust you Sir." I am nearing tears.

"Why child? I have done nothing to harm you have I? Have I been cruel? Surely
wearing a collar is not pushing you too far is it?"

"No Master Hawk. I just get these feelings in my gut and can not seem to force
them away. I'm sorry." He attaches a leash to my new collar. He nods again at
Mistress and she proceeds to place wrist cuffs on me. She then kneels and
places ankle cuff on me as well. She pulls them a little to tight and I curse
at her. No sooner had the foul word escaped my mouth than it was met by a hard
slap. Master Hawk looks annoyed now and he takes a completely new tone.

"You will never strike out again with hands or words at anyone in this house
for the duration of your stay. Is that clear Rehal?"

"Yes Master Hawk. I'm sorry Mistress please forgive me?" I feel like a child
who has been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"You will address me as Sir, I am not your Master, nor have I the desire to be.
I have been asked by Master Ryan to see if I can get you under control Rehal.
Why he would want to keep you is a mystery to me. You are an insolent slut. An
embarrassment. Ryan has told me all about you're little adventure. You're quest
for domination. You don't have it in you girl. You will address me with respect
always. You will address Mistress Kelly with the same respect. You will not
speak unless first spoken to. You will rise at six in the morning and complete
every chore that Heather asks you to, before noon. You will then report to me
and I will decide what you will do for the rest of the day. Is there anything
that you do not understand?"

"No Sir." I couldn't think of anything to say. I had never before had anyone
put me in my place so quickly. This was going to be a challenge. Master Hawk
was far more experienced than my Master was. He knew how to read people. He
knew how to make a girl feel three inches tall in a matter of seconds.

He pulled on my leash and I stumbled forward. I blindly followed where he led
and asked no questions as we went. He led me down the back stairs and through
the kitchen to another set of stairs that led to the basement. It took a few
minutes for my eyes to adjust to the light, but when they did I was amazed at
the intricate lay out. There were four cells along one wall, each not more than
five feet wide. There were crosses and tables, chains and manacles. I saw a
well-organized row of whips of various thickness' and lengths and just about
every tool of torture known to man. I was sure of it now, I had been thrown
into the depths of hell and my redemption was no where in sight.

He led me to a table and instructed me to lie on it. I did what I was told,
mainly because I feared that which would happen to me in this dungeon had I
not. My legs were splayed wide open and firmly secured at both the thigh and
the ankle. My wrists then locked into rings cleverly attached to the thigh
cuffs. I was helpless and I knew it. I turned my head away in an attempt to
hide my fear. Master Hawk once again began to speak.

"Now Rehal let us see what we have to work with." He lightly touched my pussy
and I drew in a long breath. "Hmmm, it seems you are excited Rehal. Don't deny
it. Do you like having a stranger touch you here?" his touch became heavier.

"Yes Sir." I wasn't about to deny the obvious.

"You have a very pretty cunt. I bet it would like to cum tonight wouldn't it?"

"Very much Sir." It had been a week or more since I was permitted to do so.

"Do you like toys?" I acted like I didn't hear him. "Do you like toys Rehal?" I
could hear the annoyance in his voice.

"Yes Sir."

"Where do you like to have them?" he was teasing me. Trying to get me to beg. I
wouldn't do it.

"In my pussy Sir." I was direct and to the point although my breath was
becoming bated under his experienced hand.

"Anywhere else?" I knew what he was looking for, but I would not give in.

"No Sir."

"Have you ever had anything put in your ass Rehal?"

"Yes Sir, I have." I was still evasive, but was starting to betray the promises
I had made to myself.

"Did you enjoy it Rehal? Did you enjoy having your asshole stretched open?"

"No Sir, I didn't and still don't." My attitude was staring to change.

"Too bad. You will not enjoy this then." He quickly shoved a rather large dildo
deep into my ass. I screamed a loud drawn out scream and at the end of it came
a loud, "Fuck- You!"

"What did you say to me bitch?" he was mad now and so was I.

"I said fuck-you. That fuckin' hurt now get it out of me!" I was on the edge. I
knew I was in no position to argue or give orders, but that side of me that
everyone seemed to hate was shining through like a light in the fog.

"Who do you think you are? Did you miss something I said to you earlier? I give
the orders and you follow them." He walked over to the string of whips on the
wall. He took one down and looked it over. He returned it to the wall and chose
another. He returned and stood at the end of the table. He raised the whip and
it hit me with it harder than anyone had ever done before. I refused to give
him the satisfaction of screaming and he steadied his aim and once again hit me
right on my pussy. My ass cheeks contracted around the dildo he left in my ass
each time the whip fell, but still I kept silent. I could feel my tortured cunt
begin to swell and the burn was almost too much to handle, just as I was about
to beg that he stop he did.

"Had enough yet slut?" His grin revealed his satisfaction. He was expecting me
to beg. He did not get what he was looking for.

"No Sir. I will take more if you decide to give it."

"What's this? You are asking for more punishment slut?"

"Yes Sir, if it will please you."

"No, I am finished. I will not give you the satisfaction of controlling the
situation." He placed the whip back on the wall. He returned to me again and I
assumed he would release me. Instead he once again massaged my sex, but he was
not at all gentle this time. He found my clit and released it from its hood.
The very second the cold air hit it I gasped. He could tell that it would not
take long for me to reach my climax and he decided that he wanted to see me
cum. I was moaning loudly and my hips were rocking in invitation to him. I did
want to cum badly. I wanted his cum too. I wanted to feel it, smell it and
taste it. The thought of him spraying it all over me nearly drove me insane and
I defied my own rules and begged him for release.

"Please Sir, I need to cum. May I cum for you?"

"No. Don't you dare."

"God, please, please, please!"

"No Rehal do not cum."

"Master please, I can't hold on much longer please!"

"No and I am Sir. I am not your Master. Will you be a fuck slut for me?"

"Yes, God yes, please Sir please."

"Cum Rehal." I immediately came for him. He quickly pulled his hand away from
me and stood back to watch me wriggle and moan. I begged him to fuck me but he
refused. Just as my orgasm was winding down. He reached over and as quickly as
he had inserted the dildo into my ass he removed it. This in turn sent me off
into another wave of ecstasy and another round of begging him to at least let
me see his cock. Again I was refused.

When I was once again composed he released me from the table and dragged me to
a cell in the corner of the room. He opened the door and placed me inside. I
looked around and saw a sink, but no toilet. I needed to pee and was beginning
to dance in the cell.

"What's wrong my pet?" indeed I was his pet locked inside this cage like an
animal.

"I have to pee Sir." I hoped he would let me

"So piss then."

"There is no toilet Sir."

"Really? Hmmm, I wonder why that is pet? Perhaps we forgot to install one?" he
put his finger to the corner of his mouth, mocking me. "No I don't think we
have forgotten it, ah yes I remember, we decided that naughty girls, should
prove how naughty they really are, now piss."

"I can't Sir. I won't." I was getting that pit in my stomach again.

"You will stay in there until you do." I started to cry. He wouldn't hear of
it. "Dry up those tears they will do you no good." He handed me a glass. "Drink
some water." I looked at him as if he were crazy. He pointed to the sink. "Now.
I have very little patience left Rehal." I walked over to the sink and turned
the tap. I filled the glass with water and drank it down quickly. "Another
Rehal." I drank a second then a third glass of water. It took all of about ten
minutes for the water to reach my already past full bladder. I danced and
moaned. I was starting to feel pain in my stomach and I knew I would go soon. I
did my best to hold it in, in hopes he would pity me.

"Please Sir, I really have to go now."

"So who's stopping you? Piss already." Finally he got his wish. The hot yellow
fluid streamed from me and formed a large puddle at my feet. He laughed at me
out loud and relished at his victory. He had won and I had lost. I knew he
would accept nothing less than complete compliance from me and I knew I would
have no choice but to submit.

He handed me a towel and told me to clean up the awful mess I had just made. He
told me that he expected me to have better control next time and didn't want to
see any tears ever when I was given an instruction. I was on my knees wiping up
my urine when Mistress Kelly entered the dungeon and handed Master Hawk a video
cassette.

She smiled at him, when she noticed my predicament and she winked at me as she
took her leave. I couldn't look either of them in the eye. Even though he had
been the cause of my 'accident' I was mortified that I had allowed myself to do
such a thing in front of another human being, much less at his command.

"Do you know what this is pet?" he was holding up the video

"No Sir." I had an idea, but needed confirmation.

"It is a tape of your discipline tonight. It also contains your little display
in the cell. Do you know what I intend to do with this tape Rehal?" he still
was wearing that evil grin.

"No Sir." Again I had an idea, but hoped I was wrong.

"I will be sending this tape to Ryan. He will receive many from me. I want him
to see how well you learn to listen under firm control. He will be pleased that
I knocked you off your pedestal so quickly don't you think? However I don't
know if it will please him at all to know that you were so quick to call
another Master while in the throws of passion."

I was right and I was upset. I did not want my Master to see me like this. "
Please Sir, please don't, I'll do anything. I don't want Master to see me like
this."

"Sorry Rehal. These tapes are part of the agreement I have with Ryan. They
serve as a tool for him too you know? They will help to teach him the proper
way to handle you and will also serve as a threat to keep you in your place."
He was sitting on a bench in front of my cell now. "Is they're anything else?"

"Yes Sir." I was going to push back if he was going to.

"What is it?" again I knew what he was expecting, but it was going to take more
than pissing on the floor to tame me.

"FUCK YOU!" I screamed it so loud that I was sure the closest neighbors a mile
away heard me. He angered almost instantly. I knew there was no tape recording
this so I knew my Master would not see it. He jumped up from his seat and
opened the cell door. I knew I had no chance for escape, but none the less I
had to try. He came toward me with fury and as he reached out for me I kicked
him in the groin. He fell to his knees and I ran for the door. It was locked. I
had done it now and I knew I was going to be sorry. He took only a minute to
recover and in a flash he was on me. He didn't take the time to choose a
weapon. I was about to feel the extent of his rage. He grabbed me by my hair
and threw me across the room. I landed against the wall with such force that it
knocked the breath from me. He grabbed me again and pulled me to a table. With
the quickness of a cat he had me secured face down, with my feet still on the
cold floor. He pulled my head back by my hair. He was more than angry, he was
irate.

"You snotty little bitch! You are going to be sorry you did that!" he let go of
my hair with a throwing motion and my forehead hit the table. He was pacing
back and forth and I noticed how white his knuckles were as he clenched his
fist. I didn't bother talking, I knew it would just make him more angry. I
wanted to push him, not kill myself. He drew in a long breath and then spoke to
me once more. "Why did you do that?" he seemed overly calm. He was kneeling at
the head of the table looking me in the eye.

"I don't have a reason Sir." I lied again.

"You do have a reason Rehal and I want to know what it is."

"I was afraid Sir." Another lie.

"Of what?" he seemed genuinely concerned.

"I was afraid of you and what you would make me do next. All I could think of
was to try to run away and get back home. I do not want to be here. SIR."

"Well Rehal, your Master does want you here and you want to please him don't
you?"

"Yes Sir I do want to please him, but I don't see how you can help me?"

"Rehal sometimes we are required to do things that we do not enjoy. Sometimes
we have to choose a road to walk down and are not pleased with what we find at
the end of it. Ryan isn't sure that you want to be his sub or anybody else's.
He is just as confused as you are. This is what you have done to him. I'll give
you a choice now. You can stay here and learn how to be a good and faithful
servant for Ryan or you can be released and be free. Keep in mind that if you
choose release there will no longer be a place for you with Master Ryan, he has
made that clear to me in my many conversations with him. He loves you Rehal,
but will not permit you to glide in and out of his life at a whim. If you are
to be his then he needs all of you not just the parts you are willing to
share."

"I love him too." I decided not to play anymore games with Master Hawk. He was
too good a player and had put me in checkmate at every turn. I gave in. I would
stay and be good. I would do my best to learn as I had promised myself earlier
in the day. "I'm sorry Master Hawk, I am sorry. I promise I will not test you
anymore. You win."

"I win? Rehal I have not been playing with you. I am simply trying to help my
good friend hold on to something that is very precious to him. Do you not know
that you are his most valuable of treasures? He would give his life to save
yours." I was crying at his words. He wiped my tears kissed my forehead softly.
"And as for you kicking me, I think I have the perfect punishment for you." He
slid his pants to the floor and his tool sprung free. Even after my kicking him
it remained semi rigid and it was beautiful. He pulled the end of the table and
it dropped to the floor. My face now in the perfect position. He spoke. "Kiss
it better." I proceeded to place many kisses up and down the shaft of his cock.
I wanted to taste it. I wanted to prove to him that I could be a very good
girl. He placed his hands on either side of my head and each time I placed my
lips on his shaft he would stroke it's full length on my mouth. I parted my
lips slightly and allowed his cock to enter my mouth. I moaned as his tool
touched the back of my throat. He was very hard now and he began to slowly fuck
my face. He gradually picked up his pace until he was fucking my mouth with the
same force he would have used on a pussy. I could faintly taste his pre cum
dancing on my tongue. He was near his end when he pulled his dick away from my
mouth. I couldn't help but pout. I was looking forward to tasting his juice as
it flowed from his loins into my open throat. He took position behind me at the
table and impaled himself into me. My pussy grabbed his cock greedily and every
muscle in my body was intent on drawing more of him into me. He was very
skilled and made sure that every muscle knew he was there. He danced on every
nerve buried within my cunt. His dick was wonderful and my orgasm came from
nowhere. I tried to hold it back. I tried to deny myself. I cried out as it hit
its peak.

"I'm sorry Sir, oh God I'm sorry."

"It's okay Rehal. Cum for me." The sound of hoarse whisper in his voice sent me
off again. My moans became squeals and then moans again as he spilled his seed
inside of me. I could feel the heat slashing the walls of my pussy as he
withdrew from me.

"Thank you Sir."

"Your not finished yet Rehal." He came back to my face and held his dick in his
hand. He pumped it to ensure every drop that was still hidden within it would
quickly rise." Clean it." I was happy to oblige. I lapped at his cock cleaning
of the left over scent of my pussy. I sucked it gingerly to ensure that not a
drop of his cum was wasted. I looked up at him and grinned at him around his
massive tool. He smiled back at me and patted my cheek. " I think there is hope
for you yet Rehal."

"I hope so Sir. I really hope so."

"Next we'll have to teach you how to tame your razor tongue." He was releasing
me from the table and I couldn't help thinking to myself, "Let the games
begin!"

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