[Part One](https://redd.it/72zamh)
[Part Two](https://redd.it/736gpg)
“Then, you will accept your punishment with grace and count each blow in German. Do you remember what I told you would happen when you miscount or count in English?”
“Ja, mein Herr. You said that we would start all over again…”
“That’s correct. But, before we begin with your punishment, I think we’ll focus on my pleasure. My cock has been aching to fuck all your tight little holes. Too bad you haven’t yet redeemed yourself enough to deserve to be fucked.”
His fingers nimbly worked his rope to free my thighs, as every cell in my body came alive under his command. I was his and I would serve his every wish until he no longer desired my presence. The half-filled sink had never left my mind and I could not suppress my grin, as he helped me rise to me feet.
“Did I instruct you to wear any underwear tonight?”
“No, Sir.”
“Then, please explain why you chose to wear them?”
A smart quirk nearly sprung free from its cage, but I managed to regurgitate some half-hearted reply about safety and unexpected circumstances. His expression told me everything I needed to know and I lowered my gaze to my awkwardly-placed feet. Two snips later and my lust-scented panties fell to the floor. The rough cotton crowded my mouth, as my moans struggled to escape through fabric and the layers of gauze, he slowed whirled around my jaw.
“Today, we’re going to do things a little differently. I’m going to give you a ball and if you need to be freed at any time, I want you to drop the ball. Do you understand, little whore,” he asked, brushing the hair from my eyes.
I barely had time to vigorously nod my head in reply. I nearly came then, as my face submerged in the warm, luscious water and his fingers slid neatly in my slippery, soaked pussy. I thrashed and fought against the building need for release. He wanted me to ruin and I refused to drop the ball and admit defeat.
I gasped through soaked nostrils for fresh air with burning lungs, as he jerked me upwards by my bonds. My limbs trembled with desire and I needed him to fuck me. I was his little slut, his perverse princess, and I wanted him to shape me into his art… his vision. His groans of pleasure only drove me further into madness.
I have only ever found subspace with him. The point of ecstasy where my ego ceases to have any control and I feel fully present within my body. My mind lets go of the daily struggles and I have no need to be in the driver’s seat. I am his to command and I revel in the pleasures and pain that he grants me.
“Kneel before your King.”
The movements are a blur, as I struggle to make my way to my knees. His cock trembled before my eyes; long, sticky threads of pre-cum dripping from its head. He stood before me, a beautiful sight to behold, and moaned as he stroked his member. I wanted to scream, but my soaked gag muffled my furious roars to mere purrs. Time ticked by painstakingly. I wanted so desperately to aid in his pleasure, but I could only watch, as he brought himself closer towards release.
With a quick tug on my bonds, he brought me once again to my feet and bent my face inches from the sloshing waves in the gleaming light of the sink. The tip of his cock pressed hard against my asshole and he slid in all at once, without warning. “Ich Tu Dir Weh,” rumbled in the background; mixing with our cries of ecstasy to create tonight’s soundtrack of lust. He thrusted slowly, gently for a moment; before submersing my head once again and slamming the full length of his dick into my stretched, pink ass. I was on the edge of cumming and crying tears of pleasure.. my Master’s little fuck doll. I sobbed, begging Him for permission to come.
The ball fell out of my hand to floor, bouncing away. Code Red.
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