Teaching Her a Lesson Part 4: Training Day

She knelt on the floor, naked, waiting. She hoped Sir would hurry, but suspected he was playing with her. Making her worry that he’d not come, and someone else would find her in this state.

The door opened.

He stepped though. Dressed more causally, a bag over his shoulder, with a set to his shoulders and a gleam in his eye that hinted at danger. Dominance. Desire. She swallowed, her mouth dry.

He shut the door, and sat on the bed, ignoring her completely. He opened the bag, the zipper startlingly loud in an otherwise silent room. He remove things from it, arrayed them on the bed. Things she couldn’t see from this angle. A thrill of anticipation clutched her core.

*’So you can see what being used is really like’* she heard him say again. A memory she’d been replaying all week.

“Get up and come here.” He said abruptly. She moved to stand. “Crawl, you stupid slut.”

*’Used…’*. She crawled until she was staring at his feet.

“Look up.” Her eyes flicked up tentatively. Her heart stuttered for a second as she saw his pleasure at her state, his desire to take her warring with his need to play.

He brushed a piece of hair behind her ear.

“First,” he told her. “Is this.”

He lifted a basic collar from the bed.

“This means I own you whilst you have it on. If you want to leave or stop at any point, even if you have this on, that’s ok. Do you want me to put it on?”

She nodded.

“Say it.”

“Yes sir. I want you to put the collar on me.”

He did so. It was just comfortably tight. Enough so that if he tugged on it, she’d be helpless, gasping for air.

He did so, testing his control, and made her vision grey out for a second.

Then he attached a leash and began to lead her around the room. If she hesitated for even a second he tugged on it, choking her. She fell into the rhythm of their movement, crawl, crawl, crawl, turn, choke, crawl…

He jolted the leash intentionally, for the last time as they halted before the bed. While she was recovering he unclipped it, put it away.

She felt his hands caressing her breasts, him licking the hardening nipples, sucking lightly, rolling them beneath his thumbs. Moaning under his gentle treatment, she wondered what the catch was.

He pulled away with his mouth, while still stroking the underside of her boobs.

“You know, these are incredible. But they’ll look even better with the clamps on.”

She gasped at the pressure, the pinching pain as he attached them to her nipples, yelped as he tugged on it to ‘make sure they were secure.’

“Much better.” He said. “Now, get on the bed. I’m going to fuck you into submission.”

She squeezed her eyes tight shut, shook her head.

“Are you refusing?” He asked, incredulous.

“Yes, sir. I want to suck your cock again, I need to taste you.”

“I don’t care what you ‘want’ or ‘need.’ You’re mine, and you’ll do as you’re told.”

She shook her head again, stubbornly.

Enraged, he picked her up and shoved her onto the bed face-down. “If you can’t behave. Then you’ll learn the consequences.”

She heard the jangle of metal, yelped as he yanked her arms above her head and cuffed them. Then as he shoved her legs together with a foot and tied them together with rope.

“You’ll remember this lesson every time you sit down for a week.”

She heard the crack of his belt against her ass well before the pain hit. And when it did… A deep exquisite burn that went well beyond a mere sting. She screamed into the duvet.

He whipped her again. And again. And again. Five times in total, enough to have her whimpering into the bed helplessly, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, unsure if she was in the deepest of pleasure or the deepest of pain.

He turned her over, smiled grimly at the wreck he’d made of her.

“Now you know better,” he said, brushing her hair from her face.

She watched him kick off his trousers and boxers through blurry eyes. Saw how hard his cock was. Still leaned toward it eagerly, though she was too restricted to move properly.

“Stop.” He said flatly.

She lay still.

“Bad girls don’t get cock.”

He forced her to watch him stroke himself to the sight of her helpless little body, made her moan as he did at his own hand. Purposefully putting on a show to make her wet, desperate for something he was denying her.

He gathered up pre-cum with a finger, ran it between her breasts. Where she could only watch it dry, mouth watering for a taste.

“Please sir, I promise I’ll be good just give me some. I need it.”

“Keep begging, whore.”

He relished her sluttiness, how it only took the sight of his cock to bring it out.

“Oh god please sir, please, I’m so hungry, I’ll take you in the ass, I’ll do whatever you want, just please give it to me!”

“You’ll do whatever I want, hmm?”

She nodded frantically. Watched him play with himself, waggling around a little, just to hammer home what she was missing.

“Well, what I want… is for you to lay still there and watch me jerk off to you. Then cum over your slutty little face and tits. Then leave. Understood?”

She slumped back, defeated, pouting unconsciously.

“And you can stop sulking or I won’t give you cum either.”

Her face went blank.

He chuckled, which turned into a groan. He stroked himself feverishly, violently. Her wetness gathered between her thighs as she watched him enter a paroxysm of ecstasy. She wanted to relieve the pressure building between her legs so badly. Couldn’t take her eyes off his cock, his gorgeous, thick, twitching cock that was about to cum all over her.

The first shot landed between her breasts, covering her with little droplets all over them. The second hit her cheek, splattering over her lips and nose. He covered her slowly, made her a ‘work of art.’

Only when she heard the rustle of clothing did she open her eyes – with difficulty.

“Sir, where are you going? You aren’t just going to leave me like this are you? Are you?”

“Don’t lick your lips. You aren’t allowed to taste me or there’ll be a punishment in store.”

“Sir…?” She asked in a trembling voice.

Sighing, he removed the clamps, the handcuffs, the rope. Then lastly, the collar. Kissed her forehead gently. Then threw everything back in the bag and headed to the door.

“There’s a shower in here. I’m sure you can figure everything else out, you’re a big girl after all. A big girl who can take consequences. See you Monday.”

The door clicked shut behind him.

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