My pet never forgot this rule again [MF] [BDSM, D/s, cumplay, anal, orgasm control/denial]

Sonya knew she fucked up. There were rules. And she broke the biggest one.

We had met on FetLife several months before. She had some experience in Dominant/submissive play, but had never gone the full 24/7 route. However, she always knew she wanted it since she first discovered kink. I was surprised we clicked as much as we did. She was only 22, but she was very motivated for her age. We both knew this wouldn’t be forever, as she came from a very conservative Indian Muslim household that would never approve of her dating me, being white and non-Muslim, in addition to a large age and experience gap, but that didn’t stop us from having a lot of fun together while we could. She was a blithe young lady, and at 5’2″ and barely 100 pounds on here she was incredibly skinny with small breasts but had a firm, tight ass. Her skin was a deep brown, and her butt dimples were incredibly sexy when I saw her naked from behind. How could I not have fun with such a willing play thing?

She was truly voracious in her goal of being the perfect fuck toy. She was always perfectly groomed, she practiced deep throating with toys at home any day she didn’t see me, she worked her way up to being able to take full anal penetration in a matter of weeks. She wanted to take all the pain play she could, she wanted all of the rules and protocols, she wanted to be collared and owned. I was happy to help, and certainly at a time when I was going through a breakup from a very intense D/s relationship, it felt good to own a sub that cared once more even if it wasn’t fully love. Training her was certainly not a burden or a chore. But then she broke the number one rule, and she knew right then that she would have to face the consequences.

The main thing that I wanted her to understand as a submissive was that her body was no longer hers anymore. She was giving up control, if she wanted total power exchange. That was most reinforced by rules and protocols. Eye contact restrictions, addressing me as Sir, etc, but also importantly through orgasm control. She was not to cum without asking permission. We didn’t see each other every day so all she had to do was text and ask. Never had I denied it, because she gave me no reason to do so. Now, I am a busy man, and at the time I was going to bed relatively early due to a new project. She sent a text at 10:30 PM asking for permission to cum…I was asleep, and responded at 5:45 AM that she could, and so sorry that I was asleep.

 

Her: “Oh…well, I’m sorry Sir, but I did cum. I thought you were ignoring me!”
 

Me: “When have I ever ignored you?”
 

Her: “Never…”
 

Me: “Exactly. How many times did you cum?”
 

Her: “Five…”
 

Oh boy. Once would have been reasonable, but five orgasms?? I had to devise the punishment to fit this infraction. Orgasm control is one thing; orgasm denial was about to be a real thing for this girl. I wouldn’t see her for two days, so I had to trust that she wouldn’t get off until then. She looked pretty distraught when she arrived at my apartment so I do believe she didn’t. But she was about to wish she never rubbed her pretty little pussy without permission.

As soon as she walked in, I had her strip, and I placed her collar on her. It was padded with a large D-ring to hook onto. I had her kneel in front of the couch while I made myself a cocktail, eyes down the whole time. I petted her head. “Look at me, Sonya.” Her big eyes gazed up at me as I held her chin in my hand. “You know what you did. And you know that you’re going to be punished. But can you tell me why you’re going to be punished?

“Because my pussy doesn’t belong to me anymore. It belongs to Sir.” She tried to look down again, knowing she was about to learn the lesson, but I grabbed her chin and pulled her up again. This time I grabbed the D-ring on her collar, making sure she couldn’t look away. “That’s correct, my little slut. Now, let’s make sure you learn that lesson.”

I brought her to the bed, and placed her into a spreader bar. Legs fully spread, with her hands out wide as well. She was fully exposed, and even though she knew she was about to get teased in ways she didn’t know were possible, she was already dripping wet. Such an eager little sub. I slapped her pussy a few times with my bare hands, rubbing her juices around with each whack. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
 

“You Sir.”
 

Whack! Whack! Whack! “Who does it belong to?”
 

“You Sir.”
 

Whack! “And what do you ask before you cum?”
 

“Please Sir, may I cum.”
 

I stopped slapping then. “Good girl. Don’t you ever forget it.”
 

I pulled out her favorite vibrator. By this point I could play her pussy like a fiddle, so I edged her until she was writhing. “Please Sir, please please let me cum.” Of course, I stopped then. I didn’t say anything, just listened to her beg and plead for an orgasm while I pulled my cock out and put it down her throat. “Not yet, my pet,” I told her. I pulled her head over the bed to hang, and really fucked her face good and well. I slapped her with my cock, got her good and messy, squeezing her sensitive little nipples in the process. After I felt like her mouth had gotten well used, I resumed edging her. Again she got to the edge, and again, she begged and pleaded. And again, I stopped. It was then that I put in a ball gag, and flipped her over onto her stomach with her hands tied behind her back. I sat down next to her, placing my hand on her ass cheek.

“My sweet pet. You won’t be cumming for some time. I will be using you as my cum toy until I think you’ve learned your lesson. You don’t control your orgasms anymore. I do.” And then I smacked her ass for the first time. I would slap it hard, and then linger, running my hand all over her ass, grazing against her asshole, never letting her know when the next spank would come. But it would. I knew how much this turned her on. She loved spanking. She loved anal. But she also had never had to cum this badly before. I got her extremely worked up with the spanking before I pulled out the bottle of lube and applied it to her tight little hole. I played with it, toying with her. One finger, then none, then three, then none, then just a thumb, etc. She was bucking up now, eager for my cock to replace those fingers. She was moaning into her gag, hating but loving all of it. It was then that I mounted her, spreading her brown cheeks and rubbing my cock all around her asshole, teasing her more. I worked it in slowly. She was pushing back, yearning to be filled, but I kept holding her down. Finally, after really making her work for it, I plunged all the way in. Her moan was so loud considering she couldn’t talk. I really fucked her ass after that, the way she could take it. If I could see her eyes I’m sure they would have been in the back of her head. I kept reminding her whose ass this was, that it belonged to me. I made her beg for my cum through her gag before I finally let loose a huge load deep inside her. And when I was done, I plugged her up to make sure no cum escaped, put a blindfold on her, and walked into the other room.

I washed myself up, made another drink. I called a friend who lives overseas. We chatted for a good 20 minutes, catching up, all while poor little Sonya lay in the other room, bound, gagged, and blindfolded. I finished my drink and came back into the bedroom, sitting beside her again. I once more placed my hand on her ass, but this time toyed with the plug. I removed the gag, but left the blindfold on. “Do you want to cum, Sonya?”
“Yes Sir, please, I need to cum so bad.”
Of course this wasn’t over. I edged her again, and again she begged and pleaded. I untied her, but reattached her hand cuffs to her collar, and let her legs free. I got her on my knees, and pushed her head towards my cock. She knew exactly what to do, she was such a gifted cock sucker. She devoured me, struggling with her hands tied to her collar but still managing to use them to help with pleasure. “Please Sir, please, I’ll never not ask to cum again.” I pushed her down, not that she had a gag reflex, but to let her know that she was not in any control of the situation. “You can get off after I’ve cum all over your face.” She redoubled her efforts then, and sucked for all she was worth. When I finally came she was rubbing the underside of my cock against her lips, licking while she did, and getting covered for her efforts. “Good girl,” I told her as my orgasm subsided.

I put the spreader bar back on just her legs after I recovered. I brought the vibrator back out, and got her close to the edge but not quite over. She started pleading again, but I made sure she had one more reminder before she came.
 

“Who does this pussy belong to, one more time?”
 

“You Sir. It’s yours. I will never cum without permission again, I promise.”
 

And then I let her have it. She had never experienced a forced orgasm before, but she had almost 10 that night. I held that vibrator to her clit as she came, over and over again. She started asking for me to stop after about five; she started begging at eight. I finally relented after nine. There she was, shaking and moaning, covered in cum, with another load plugged in her ass. I think it was in that moment that she realized her full potential as a submissive.

I untied her, and used a warm towel to clean her up. I got her some water and her nighty, and then held her tightly in bed. I told her she was a good girl, and that I knew she would follow my rules in the future. She never came again without permission while we were dating.

We parted ways some months later, amicably, and she found a long term Dom with whom she fell in love. She tells me sometimes how she never could have been the sub he deserved without my training. I am glad that I helped her, but as I said at the start of this story, it was no chore to be her Sir.

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