Just had a really intense session with Sir and I feel *really* slavish and floaty.
I was supposed to give myself ten strokes of the small cane to each breast and 30 minutes with the clamps on the short chain yesterday, but due to time constraints I didn't get it done. So this morning, after he had used me long and teasingly, Sir cropped my breasts till they were bright, dark pink and then this afternoon, after all my chores were done, Sir locked on my collar and clipped it to the leash on the bed, then the clamps were put tightly on my nipples, pulling hard against each other. At first I gasped, saying I couldn't do it, but Sir told me I was going to.
I whimpered and moaned in pain for the full 30 minutes, wanting to beg Sir to stop but knowing it was futile. After 30 minutes Sir came into the room, put his hand between his slave's legs and stroked her very wet pussy, till I was moaning and pushing against his hand. Then he stripped, mounted me and pushed his very hard cock into me.
We have done the clamps followed by sex before, but usually Sir takes them off before he fucks me, or just after he has started. This time he was obviously enjoying fucking his clamped and whimpering sub, stroking my nipples with his thumbs and licking and sucking them to make me moan. He bit the chain between my breasts and pulled it with his teeth to make the clamps dig in tighter. I felt so tortured and violated having him take his pleasure in me, while the clamps jangled on my nipples, the pain scaring me, not knowing what he was going to do next. At the same time I was totally wet and aroused, pushing up to meet his thrusts. Sir asked me if I wanted to cum and I said yes, and he told me I wasn't going to, that I didn't deserve to, that I was his chaste slavegirl, that he was fucking me for his pleasure, that I was a filthy fucking slut, that he wanted everyone to know what a dirty little whore I was. And I felt like it, completely undermined by my own moans of pleasure, my thighs shaking, on the edge of orgasm while the pain washed over me. I didn't know whether to cry or cum, it was all so intense.
Sir came in me hard, and then leaned up, his warm brown eyes looking searchingly into mine, and pulled both clamps off quickly. I was shaking like a leaf, not just from pain but from the intensity of being so brutally reminded that his life was one of sexual pleasure, and my life was one of denial, pain and suffering, all to make his orgasm sweeter, his privilege more clear cut. Sir slipped his cum soaked cock out of me, and went to the cupboard to get the crop. I was so broken, I just lay there on the bed as he lined it up against my nipple, and then brought it down hard, with a loud smack. I virtually shot off the bed, yelling, and he told me to be quiet. I told him it hurt and he said good, mocking me for my masochism, cropping my sore, bruised tits repeatedly, pushing me to just past my maximum endurance and then watching, smug and satisfied, as I broke and fell over the edge, the tears flooding down my face, my whole body shaking, kissing his fists, till he covered me with his body for a much needed hug, his body agonising against my sore nipples while I hugged him weakly. He brought me a blanket and covered me up and left me to recover, me looking out of the window at the slate grey sky, the rain tapping against the window glass, totally flaked out, knowing he had won.
I'm still really zoned now. I feel very, very submissive and am asking him for permission to do everything, even thing I wouldn't normally ask or need to get permission for. I don't feel like I have any rights, I feel he has all the power over me. I asked him for permission to get dressed and he said I could, but to leave the collar on. I just know that he has no reason to take it off till I go to work on Monday, and I'm actually nervous about what this will mean for me until then. Last night, in his sleep, Sir was really rough with me, thrusting himself into me, saying 'bitch, bitch, bitch... take it...' while he used me. He doesn't even remember this morning. I feel like this is becoming very real, in an intense, scary way. I'm actually a little bit frightened of his sadism and willingness to deny me. But I know this is what I asked for and needed, and deepy arousing to me at the same time. I don't deserve to cum, I just want to suffer for his pleasure.
His dirty, humiliated little whore
owned xxx
