The Punishment Game [BDSM] [DP/Anal] [Dominant male] [Sadism]

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“How had she gotten herself in this situation?”
That’s what Mia had to keep from asking herself as she tried to move. She was blindfolded, with what felt like a silk scarf, and couldn’t see anything but she knew she had to be in a room with hard wood floors. She knew this because she could hear the metal tips of her stiletto platform heels tapping as she tried to get herself free. Her ankles and knees were bound, tied to sturdy poles that kept her legs spread wide, but not so wide she was unbalanced. She could’ve reached down to untie them, she knew, if her hands weren’t likewise tied to a pole that crossed her bare shoulders.
Again she may have been able to get to the floor and find a nail or something to cut the rough rope she could feel. But there was chain that she could feel was attached to a heavy weight somewhere in the room it was light enough so that she could take tension off of her legs and bend a little at the knees and waist but after a while that was worse and the weight took the strain off her so her legs remained straight and taut.
All of that was fine for keeping her trapped but she was a smart girl, strong and determined too, she could think her way out of this; if not for the whirring and gyrating things deep in her ass and pussy. She knew these toys well, strong vibrating cores inside, soft ribbed and dotted rubber on the outside and connected to a wireless receiver that made them stronger the closer HE was. He had spent weeks calibrating and perfecting the programming, she supposed that was one advantage to be very wealthy, plenty of time for hobbies and online courses in programming.
Right now he must be in another room, probably not moving, maybe working? The reason being was that for the last hour and a half they had been buzzing away, low enough to keep her edged but never strong enough to give her the sweet release of ecstasy she craved. The desire to orgasm was so hard it was blocking out any ability to think rationally. On a smaller level it was even blocking out her worry over ruining her brand new strapless black dress which had been hiked up to put the toys in but then pulled down when they were secured with the special latex thong.
And if all that wasn’t bad enough, if everything else wasn’t enough to stop her, the thick silicon cock threaded into he mouth and secured with leather, just deep enough so that she gagged each time she edged closer to that sweet release but not so deep as to make her vomit, stopped her from letting out even the lowest moan.
Of course, she knew what she was really and what was really holding her there wasn’t the rope or the chain, not the vibrators or the gag, not even the stiffness in her legs or the forced pose she was in. No what kept her there, locked up and locked away, was knowing HE was out there.
And for him to do all of this, prepare and plan and set all this up and then leave her, not stay and watch to take his pleasure in her soft anguish. She knew he must be angry with her, she had done something or he had found something. Please don’t let it be the big thing.
Just as she was hoping and thinking the door creaked open and with it the stirring and the whirring of her loins and the beating of her heart grew faster. Tip, tap, she could hear not only his boots step closer, methodical and slow, teasing out every build in power making sure that it wasn’t too fast to allow her release, not without his command at least. There was also the sound of a cane, what she didn’t know though, which cane was it? The light, stinging bamboo or the crueller harder Jambok? It scared her not to know but what scared her most was what he might know.
He stepped closer and closer, slowly, raising the power as he did, letting her know that it was he who was in control, that her release directly connected to his closeness. Right now she wanted him right in front of her, not only for the ecstasy but more so to know that he was okay, that he wasn’t angry, that he was still hers and she was his.
‘Good evening Mia,’ his tone was cold and harsh, she had never heard him like that, a lump caught in her throat and it wasn’t the gag. ‘Or would you prefer Lillian?’
Her heart stopped, her throat snapped shut and tears rolled down her face. Even the edging became a distant thrum, a mere sensation. He knew…
‘Now…’ he started quietly and walked, his cane tapping the floor sounded like a gong to Mia. ‘I’m sure you already know I am angry…no not angry, disappointed.’ He stopped somewhere behind her, he was very careful at all times to stay exactly ten paces from here, enough to boost the sensation but still not quite enough to give her the release she desired so much.
‘I am disappointed,’ he snarled. ‘That not only have you lied to me for so long, but that I believed you. The trust truly has been broken, Mia, Lillian, whatever your name is!’ There was a soft ‘thump’ noise, like heavy rope hitting the floor and Mia knew what was coming and wouldn’t be her.
‘The rules are simple,’ he pulled the whip up from the ground, running the leather braid through his hand to smooth out any kinks.
‘In a moment I will remove your gag, then you will be allowed some rest for your legs, and then…well that is when you will ask me to whip you,’ there was a squeak from Mia who was worried. ‘At no time may anything other that ‘please whip me again sir’ or ‘thank you sir’ pass your lips. We will not talk about your betrayal of my trust until we are done and the walls are down.’
There was a quiet moment before he whispered, low enough that she could hear the sadness in his voice. ‘The safe word, is, as always, nightlight, say it when you must, you can still trust me even I cannot trust you.’ His words stung worse than she knew the whip would.
There was a whooshing noise and she was adamantly aware that the restraints on her gag had been separated. The whip never cracked, it didn’t even touch her, but he had hit the lock and taken it off in one swing.
‘You didn’t think I would approach you did you?’ he mocked his tones cutting and painful to her ears. ‘No, that is a reward you must earn my little pet, no not pet, not even slave.’ Her heart dropped the sensation of his disappointment made it difficult for her to even think about pushing the phallic gag out of her mouth.
‘You must work to regain my trust, and with it the honour of being my beautiful slave, maybe we can regain something akin to what we had,’ there was a noise from somewhere behind Mia. Suddenly she felt the weight holding her up lessen, she attempted to stay standing but her legs, back and shoulders were exhausted and she lowered, practically hanging as the chain lowered her slowly. After a few moments of careful descent she felt her chest meet something cold but soft. As she was lowered a bit more her feet came up to take the weight off her legs leaving her balancing on the tips of her platform heels. Her knees came to rest against metal table legs and even though she was wearing stockings she could feel the icy metal through them. A deep breath in let her know she was on some kind of leather cushion.
‘Push the gag out of your mouth and then your punishment will begin,’ it was practically a whisper but Mia let out a low moan. It took some moments but she complied knowing that whatever was about to happen, she deserved it. He wouldn’t have gone to all this trouble; he wouldn’t have bound, blindfolded and gagged her…not after everything that had happened between the two of them.
‘Please, Caine,’ the strike was so fast she didn’t even register the whistle as the whip made contact with her arse. Even through the latex panties the sting of the tip made her yelp in shock and pain. Then as the pain subsides the vibrations of the toys inside her suddenly became more intense. Mia attempted to squeeze her thighs together to heighten the pleasure and relieve herself but there was nothing she could do with the spreader bar holding her legs apart.
‘I told you,’ he snarled and she heard the braid of the whip drag across the wooden floor, it sounded like a snake coiling for its next strike. ‘We will talk after you are punished, after I feel I can trust you, even a little.’ There was a long moment of silence as Mia thought over what was happening. She so desperately wanted to know what he knew, she would beg to apologise. But right in that moment what she wanted more than anything else, was to be his again.
‘Yes sir…may I please have another,’ there wasn’t a word spoken as the next strike landed. Going in the opposite direction she almost smiled if she didn’t yelp in pain. He had always told her how much he liked symmetry, making sure everything was even and correct.
‘Good girl, what do you say?’ he asked, this time sounding calmer, more…assured.
‘Thank you sir, may I please have another lash?’ Mia asked. Her body braced for the next swing and as it came so too did a wave of pain. Starting at the strike on her right cheek the flush of pain ran through her and excited her, for a moment she forgot the bad and just existed.
‘You’re doing very well…Lillian?’ he asked calmly. The sensation of floating, of flying, came crashing down around her. She knew he had said that to keep her on edge, to keep her from soaring into subspace, but did he have to be so calm? They would talk later, then let later never come…
‘Yes sir, thank you sir, may I please have another sir?’ she replied, playing the good sub. There would be no head games, not today…
There was a long silence where nothing happened and the only noise was the buzzing of the toys inside her. The whirring was still pleasant and keeping her on the edge of orgasm. The lash came harder this time, not faster but he made sure to add that extra flick so she really felt it. She screamed at the contact.
‘Red!’ she yelled out loud catching her own voice by surprise. There was quiet for a few moments before Caine spoke again.
‘What’s wrong? Has a knot slipped and you need me to release you?’ he asked genuinely concerned but not approaching, the scene was still active she knew.
‘N-no, nothing like that,’ she stammered back. ‘But, please, can we leave off the head games today?’
‘Of course,’ he replied calmly. ‘Is there anything else?’ there wasn’t a hint of sarcasm and she knew he was serious, he wanted this to go on for a long time and as such he had to keep on a certain comfort level for her.
‘Yes, just one…’ she bit her lip. ‘Could…could you please keep calling me Mia? I promise I’ll explain Lillian later but please, let me be your Mia for just a little longer?’ she heard the sharp intake of breath as he became angry and then…nothing.
No not nothing, she heard his smile. That slow out-breath as he breathed while curling his lips revealing his canines that was so animalistic but natural to him. She wished she could see it.
‘Are you ready to carry on, Mia Bella?’ there was an almost happy tone to that sadistic voice. ‘Of course with those requests I’ll be dictating the speed from here on in.’ Mia smiled and practically giggled happily as she, still on her tip toes and balancing on the leather table began shaking her bottom at him though quickly regretted that as the vibrators found a new spot that sent shivers up her spine in pleasure and lust.
‘Ahhh, ohhh,’ she moaned. ‘Yes my master, thank you my master. Please master, I have been a bad girl and I need to be punished, please flagellate and fornicate the badness out of me my Master.’ She moaned each word and she could practically feel the grin through the back of her head. Oh how she wanted him to be close, how she wanted him inside her and not these pale imitations.
‘Oh you know how I love big words you dirty Latin speaking slut,’ he wound the whip up and for theatrics and the part cracked it loudly over his head thanking the stars he had shelled out for the best soundproofing he could get his hands on. ‘The safe word, as always, is nightlight.’
‘Yes sir!’ Mia shouted back excitedly as the first stinging slash of the whip fell, landing in the exact same spot as the first strike.
‘Thank you sir,’ she whined as a mix of pain, pleasure and guilt weld up inside her. she felt the guilt of ruining their dinner plans quickly knocked away by the mini orgasm caused by the euphoric pain of the bullwhip.
‘What a good slave you’ve always been, now to really push you hard,’ before she was ready he threw out three long cracks one after another. The first cross directly across her arse, practically between the bases of the two toys and it sent a shiver of pain and pleasure through her but she didn’t have time to react. The next strike came just as fast and a little harder finding its target at the back of her upper thigh, she felt the silk of her stockings split as her cut the thin fabric and again she winced in pleasure-pain.
Now Caine, really going for it, wound the whip up over his head and took two steps forward. The toys whirred harder and ground deeper inside Mia as she let out a howl of pain but it was too soon. He leaned into the strike sending the leather throng of the whip around the table legs. There was barely a nano second while Mia thought he had missed…right up until the whip coiled around her left leg and cracked against the soft sensitive area of the back of her right knee.
‘Mother fucking Bastard!’ she screamed and attempted to move her leg to aswage the searing pain running up and down her leg. The pain was just that little too intense and she forgot that both her ankles and knees were bound to the spreader bar so she couldn’t get rid of the world’s worst Charlie horse. There was a low laughing from behind her. She was silent as she let out a long breath and is the vibrations made her head clearer before taking her back to that pitiable bliss of begging for release she realised what had happened.
‘Oh you have go to be shitting me-ow!’ she screeched as the next crack landed dead centre on the back of her left knee, mirroring the strike to her right. Again she tried to alleviate the pain but what resulted was her shaking her ass back and forth and it was too late to stop.
‘Oh that is too perfect a target Mia Slave,’ the strike came quick and after what she had just had all that left her mouth was a sudden squeak and a hiss of breath being released.
‘Ow,’ she whined tears rolling down her cheeks. ‘Ow, ow, ow, that was so mean Master,’ she sobbed once or twice but then caught her breath and stood resolute for the next strike but none came.
‘If you think me too mean you could always use the safe word,’ he muttered and she could hear the whip being coiled. He really meant it, he was ready for her to call the safe word, end the play and be pampered like he always gave her. But there in lied the crux.
Did she feel she had been punished enough? The word rose in her throat as she thought. She had been bound, gagged, which he knew she didn’t like, and blindfolded very unceremoniously. Edge played and orgasm denial for what must now be going on two hours and now here she was being whipped, struck with what was clearly a new leather bullwhip, probably a custom order knowing Caine, he always liked his play things a certain way. She had even dressed up exactly how he liked, black strapless minidress with the flared skirt that just barely covered her stocking tops when she sat down and worn the stiletto heels he liked when she’d much rather have worn some wedge heels.
She was about to let the word, ‘Nightlight,’ their word, their special safe word, pass her lips and end the pain when she bit it back and swallowed it down. She held onto the word that would not only give her her freedom and let her enjoy the nicer things but also the word that would return power to her, all because she knew, she didn’t deserve his forgiveness, not yet. She had lied to him, lied to him for more than six months, a false name, a false life and not even to protect either of them, just because it was easier. She had spent his money, yes he’d told her to, but she could have afforded almost everything she bought and everything she experienced. Then there were the plans, dinner reservations at the restaurant he had taken them after their first play session, the trip to Austria in a ski lodge for winter, everything. She didn’t deserve his forgiveness, not yet, maybe never.
Mia leaned forward on the table and with all her will pushed her arse higher, which caused the vibrators to move again now tilting and hitting her G-spot and her womb it sent shivers through her but she held firm.
‘Please Master, please punish me more, I’ve been such a bad girl, I’ve betrayed your trust and lied to you. Please Master, My Master, break me…’ there was a pause between them that went unfilled and she could feel her knees shaking but even so she held taught and firm, for him.
‘I lo…will give you exactly what you deserve Mia Bella Slave,’ his special name for her. While in one way it meant his beautiful slave it also meant that she was a beautiful slave, and she was his. She trusted him, she knew that using the word would end this torture, but she also knew that she had to regain his trust.
‘Thank you my master,’ she muttered with a smile creeping across her face.
There were a few moments before anything started to happen but when it did she was very aware of how hurt he was but also how much he was enjoying himself.
Slowly at first, so she didn’t quite realise what was happening, the whip began to fall either side of her, never hitting always missing with plenty of space but close enough to make her jump as the loud gunshot noise resounded first on her right and then her left. This happened for some time until they gained in speed and she thought maybe he had two whips.
She dismissed the thought though as she knew he wasn’t always a fan of using two whips. Though she hoped a little as she loved the speed and sensation when he Florentine’d floggers and she had asked to try whips.
Clearly though this was not such a day because as she started to get cocky and cheeky, shaking her bottom for him, two stinging slashes with the matching bullwhips fell straight down on her arse cheeks. She screamed and moaned in surprise as the pain created a crescendo in her head as it mixed with the pleasure in her loins.
‘Oh fuckkkkk,’ she groaned and gyrated up and down before he legs gave out and she was forced to support her whole weight on her breasts knocking the air from her. Caine brought the whips back around and gave her a moment to catch her breath.
‘Good my Sanctimonious little whip slave?’ all she could do was nod in pleasure and anguish as her tongue lolled out onto he salty leather of the table she was on.
‘Th-that’s new…s-sir,’ she was a little shaken and very sore but she managed to find her feet.
‘Oh yes, after last time I thought it was about time for a new whip and they were having an offer on custom pairs so I thought I’d splurge,’ she could hear the flexible but hard leather running through his hands. The noise excited her and she started breathing hard. She had been wet for some time but that noise was so exact and personal she could feel the wetness run down her leg.
‘S-So they are new?’ she stammered still trying to keep her legs steady.
‘Oh yes…and I think I need to break them and you in, every single one of you is quite,’ a flurry of quick lashes, not one particularly strong but as one, two, four; eight, ten, twelve! cracks fell faster and faster landing on her thighs, calfs and arse she couldn’t scream because each time she tried another crack landed against her soft, bruising skin. ‘Unruly and undisciplined.’
‘Ohhh,’ Mia moaned finally her legs really were unable to support her as her knees became like jelly.
‘Did you enjoy that?’ the sound of the leather running through his hands, the creaking and stretching noises as he coiled the whips she began to ready once again but could not find her legs. It was only then she felt the strength of the vibrators rise steadily.
‘Oh please Mia Bella, My Beauty,’ his voice was getting closer but it was so hard to hear him, the buzzing of the vibrators was so powerful she could feel it through her whole body. This was what it was like to be denied release for so long that her body wanted to orgasm but refused, her whole body demanded his permission and she was going mad as she craved his touch.
‘P-please, master p-p-please….ahhh,’ she moaned her tongue still lolled out to one side, she couldn’t see where he was but she knew he was close.
‘Please what?’ he asked whispering straight into her ear sending shivers up and down her spine.
‘P-please, ahhh, release me-Master please take me!’ there was a chuckle and a hand ran up her spine, it was soft to the touch and gentle in its way as it reached up, eventually finding what it wanted.
‘I’m glad you are so predictable Mia Slave,’ he ran his hand across her bare shoulders for a moment before taking hold and unzipping her, collar all the way to the very bottom of the flared skirt. She felt the cold air on her back first before the warmth of his hand caressing her skin. ‘No bra?’ he smiled at the revelation. ‘And you weren’t wearing pants when I tied you up were you?’
‘N-no sir,’ she murmured and then gasped as he roughly grabbed her breast. She was smaller than she would like but perky and sensitive as he toyed her nipple into a fine point he then let her go.
‘You really are a little slut aren’t you, slave?’ she nodded and then remembered her place.
‘Yes, yes sir,’ she murmured as she bit her lip.
‘What are you?’ he asked harshly grabbing the vibrator that was deep in her ass and moving it up forcing it against her inner wall and sending vibrations through her whole body.
‘Ah, ah-ahhhh, fuck! I’m a little slut sir, I am your little slave slut slave, please master use me as you see fit!’ she screamed with enough force to make him pause. She heard him smile slowly, the slight ‘pop’ as his lips parted at the corners, and breathe softly.
‘Who am I to refuse such an eloquent begging? Mia Bella…’ there was a slow metallic noise and suddenly her arms were freed. With the sudden release of tension she realised how strained her arms were and she dropped them to her sides.
Her forearms hit, not metal, but a soft pillow like material. It was so nice she barely felt the spring trigger release and lock her arms down.
‘Oh you have got to be kidding me!’ she snapped as harshly as the spring traps and then realised her mistake. Around the same time that the first lash of the bamboo cane struck across the criss-crossing whip marks on her upper thighs.
‘Now, now, you were being so good, it was almost time for your reward…’ he ran the cold wood of the cane over the marks that were steadily bruising her pale skin a soft purple hue.
‘Please…’ she started whining. The stirring inside her was getting unbearable and she was certain she would go mad with desire and denial. ‘Please sir…’ she knew he liked hearing her whine and moan but right now she hardly had to put on an act.
She felt the cane land again against her inner thigh, it was lighter and she wondered why. As he struck the other side she felt the spreader bar on her knees release and her legs slumped forward. Very carefully he pushed the point of the cane against her right knee and she felt the ledge. It was then that the second bar fell away and her legs were free.
Obediently following her masters silent commands she raised her right leg and found the kneeling pad that, incredibly, had only been a few inches on her inside. As she moved her left leg up a thought crossed her mind. He must have planned everything the slightest detail, how she would fall, what she would be wearing, everything, preparing for weeks. Tonight must have been a really special night for him; she couldn’t help wonder why and how she ruined it.
‘I’m sorry Caine…’ she muttered. There was a moment where she felt a sudden breeze against her reddening skin.
‘…’ it wasn’t just silence, it was more. He was very emphatically not talking.
‘M-master?’ Mia asked confused. It was slow at first but he regained his composure as he took hold of the whirring vibrator in her pussy.
‘You are forgiven…’ with a soft, dripping wet noise he pulled the vibrator out of her, the motion was slow and sent shudders up and down her spine but even so it was not quite enough. Now only one thing would do it and they both knew it.
‘Master does that mean?’ she asked excitedly as the vibrator in her ass moved faster and harder as he removed the proximity signal from his belt and attached it to her suspender belt. She then felt his hand move under her to unzip the front of her latex panties giving his probing fingers access to her sensitive and engorged clit.
‘Yes, Mia Pet, My pet’ he emphatically called her his pet and it made her smile. She was so happy to be his pet again, to have his trust and maybe, if she were lucky, his love. She groaned at his touch but begged for more as she dripped onto the wooden floor she attempted to arc to him but she couldn’t move.
‘Thank you sir, please sir, I can’t take much more,’ she managed to lift her head enough to speak clearly. ‘Please master, ravish me!’
‘You only had to ask,’ without any warning the bulbous tip of his member slid inside her, deeper and deeper as she was so ready for it. Even as he did she groaned wishing to push back on his but she could feel him glide over every sensitive area the vibrators had prepared for him. Just for him. She thought as he began to thrust, his hands rubbing up her stockinged thighs and across her bruised and beaten ass to begin twisting the vibrator in her ass. His other hand she wasn’t sure as it lifted her, right up until the moment he slid the other vibrator between her legs so it rubbed against her clit.
‘How is this for a reward?’ he asked calmly even though she could hear the breathlessness in his voice.
‘Ah, ah,’ she moaned back with each thrust. ‘Ah, go-goo-ah,’ she could barely even talk as she felt him plunge into her. It was incredible, after having the vibrator inside her for over two hours edging her the whole time now with each thrust it felt like he was getting bigger and the turning of the vibrator in her ass only left her begging for more as it sent vibrations through her.
A hand on her lower back he pushed harder and harder until she couldn’t stop herself, not like she wanted to anyway. It started around his cock and then spread out into her pelvis and through her legs and arms until she felt her brain melt from the immense and intense orgasm she suffered.
‘Fuck, that’s tight,’ Caine groaned as he pushed deeper and deeper. It was no use her vice like cunt pulled him in and with each spasming orgasm. Each time he pulled back she grew tighter and he was drawn back in to elongate her mind shattering orgasm.
Eventually it was too much even for him and he began to orgasm inside her. He felt it, slowly at first as he tried to pull out but finally he gave in, leant forward and released the hot cum he had been storing up for several days inside her. The pair of them stayed motionless as he filled her and it was only when she began to overflow that he pulled himself from away.
‘Wow…’ he breathed wiping his brown with his forearm. He ran a hand over Mia’s tight arse and smiled as he extracted both dildos and set them aside. ‘Now, Mia dear-’
‘Nightlight!’ she groaned quickly as the world began to swim in front of her eyes.
He was already unlocking the restraints and had his arm around her but she was too far gone into subspace as her eyes rolled back and she fell unconscious.

Mia woke up not long later to an all so familiar smell, the smell of chocolate and sandalwood incense. As she began to come round fully she could hear music, the pleasant noise of the Futurama intro music. Feeling down her thighs she frowned, she wasn’t wearing her stockings…instead she felt soft cotton, warm and comfortable. Finally she decided it was time to open her eyes.
She was in a bedroom. Hers and Caine’s bedroom.
The soft white light illuminated their king size bed and she was wrapped in a big fluffy black blanket Caine had gotten her recently. Futurama was indeed on the large television and it was her favourite episode, the one where Fry joins the police force. She could see the steaming mug of hot chocolate and a big bowl of double chocolate chip cookies, she could smell that they were freshly baked.
Looking around she saw her clothes from earlier all in a washing basket marked ‘dry cleaner; no seriously dry cleaners’ in Caine’s meticulous and blocky handwriting. Turning one way she saw her computer and all of her books. To back she saw…Caine.
‘Hello again,’ he was sat next to her, one arm around her and the other reaching for the cookies and passing them to her. He had changed out of whatever he had been wearing and was now just wearing a pair of cotton sleeping trousers. She took one happily and looked up at him with sad doe eyes as she nibbled at a corner, the sugar helped to clear her head.. ‘Mia…Lillian, we still have to talk.’ She nodded looking down but he smiled and kissed her forehead.
‘But first let’s rest, it’s been a long night,’ he scooted down the bed and lay next to her holding her close. ‘So let’s watch and you can be Mia until the end of the episode, and you can work out what you want to say to me. That’s not a threat though I just want you to be able to tell me properly.’
‘Caine I…’ he held a hand up to her and smiled.
‘Tell me later Mia this is a great scene,’ he smiled at her and held her close and she couldn’t help but smile back and nestle into him, hot chocolate in hand.
‘Thank you, my master,’ she hummed and smiled.
‘It’s okay, Mia Inspector…’

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