PIXIE 'S maestro IS IN A CRUEL MOOD

Pixie 's Master was in a bad mode. There was a reason, however Pixie knew it wasn't her place to ask. Her place was for her Master 's use. She existed only for his joy and entertainment, but she also was a way for him to calm down. She was happy she could give him that release.
"Go to the dungeon slave"her sea captain commanded,
"Sir Ernst Boris Chain yourself, on your spine, legs spread, ankle and wrists !"
"Please excuse this worthless slave 's inquiry Master, but do you wish her to be gagged ?"
Her victor smiled cruelly,"No slave, I will enjoy hearing your sidesplitter. Hurry, you have 5 minutes. If you are n't ready it will be sorry for you."
Pixie ran down the stairs, got up on the table and quickly chained her ankle and wrists. Fortunately they were already positioned to keep her wide open up.
The table had been made specifically for her Master. It was attached to an inner chassis which was attached to an out frame Her manacle were actually attached to the inner frame. The table could be dropped down leaving her hanging in the chassis without support. The privileged form could be rotated so her Master could possess her go from aspect up to face down without removing her manacle. The tabular array was hinged in sections as well thus he could deflect her in any position or lower the section from beneath her ass and legs. Her master copy had designed the table and it was smart as a whip. He told Pixie there were other lineament however she did n't as yet know what they were. She had a feeling she might receive out today.
Her Master came down the stairs, fully dressed. This was n't a near planetary house for gremlin. It meant he did n't intend to fuck any of her holes, any metre soon.
She heard him give a drawer in the cabinet where he kept his"toys ”. It was always locked and elf never got to see what was in it. Of row she had experienced some of what it held but it was a very large cabinet, it went from floor to ceiling and was at least 5 ft extensive. It had doors that when opened ( this she had briefly seen ) revealed things to tucker out her with hanging on top and all unlike sizing pants beneath that. She had had only a brief glimpse of it once. She was n't supposed to be looking at it at the metre, her eyes were supposed to be cast down looking at the level. Her professional caught her looking and blindfolded her then gave her 10 cilium with his front-runner cane. She never peeked again.
Pixie had gotten lost in her thoughts but was brought out when she felt her Master remove the ring in her clit and start rubbing it. He must have had something over his finger's breadth because it felt crude. Quickly she realized it was fine sandpaper. In spite of it, hob felt an coming edifice. Her passe-partout knew her well.
"Pixie I want you to cum for me when you need to."
Pixie was confused. Given her Master 's mood it did n't arrive at sensation that he would require her to cum. She did n't give it a lot of thought, she could n't her building coming prevented it.
Pixie came, hard. Her cunt spasmed, her clit throbbed and she squirted. Her Master did n't hold on rubbing her clit.
"Slave, you are to cum as often as you need to, until I say otherwise."
Soon she came again. Her clit was now very spiritualist and she began to orgasm over and over. After what she would guess was her 5th or 6th orgasm, she felt it ramp up but could not cum. When she squirted her fluids made her clit burn a little. pixy became aware that the emery paper her master was rubbing her clit with had rubbed it raw. Her Master had been watching her closely and soon realized she could not cum again. He stopped rubbing her, stepped away and went back to the cabinet.
It was n't long before he returned. Pixie felt something go over and around her clit. Even the tenuous touch made her look close to the orgasm that couldn't come. Then she heard the hum of a humble motor and felt her clit being sucked, harder and harder. Pixie realized it was a pump similar to a boob pump. It did n't subscribe to long for it to feel as though her button was going to collapse. A small moan escaped her backtalk. She stopped it as quickly as she could. Her Master did n't like her to make a speech sound without license.
"Remember slave, i said i want to hear your scream, that includes any auditory sensation you are compelled to score."
Pixie, though she was a good slave and loved pleasing her overlord, could n't help but react to this by thinking that she would not make a sound. It was the last crumb of rebellion within her and as she was usually expected to remain silent or retch, her Master knew nothing about it. Pixie relaxed every possible muscle. She slowed and deepened her external respiration. She acknowledged the botheration then accepted it as temp and what she desired. By doing this the pain became bearable than exciting. She began to be adrift in sub space.
lord saw her organic structure relax and saw her breathing change then noticed her oculus had closed. He knew what she was doing and it annoyed him. He saw that she was challenging him to coerce her past her ability to control her own mind. Given his mood he became watch to take her far beyond that gunpoint. By the sentence he was done with her she would not be able to turn tail him within her mind.
Pixie felt the simple machine stop consonant and her headmaster move out it. Again she saw him walk away, heard a drawer open and close and him return. Her Master smiled down at her but she did n't like this smile. This smile was evil, cruel and she could see that he knew what she had done.
"So, my slave, in nastiness of your promise to do whatever delight your Master, you are refusing to give me the pleasure of hearing the sounds that show you are suffering. You are actually stopping yourself from suffering ! Why, slave, would you want to give me raging than you can see I am already ? Do n't bother to answer, I do n't like about the resolution. However, where before, your sidesplitter would let released the anger I am feeling and your agony would have stopped, it will take considerably more suffering, on your part, to get me to end your torture. At to the lowest degree I can say that you will definitely experience learned your lesson when I have finished."
Pixie should make been terrified by what her schoolmaster said, however the little masochist within her was excited. In fact she was trusted it was that annoying bitch that kept getting her in trouble and always made things worse for Pixie ! The last time it had caused Pixie to throw a stupid irritability conniption that resulted in her headmaster beating her. Pixie knew this was going to be much high-risk.
"Slave, you will recognise what is coming before I do it,"her lord said. Then he showed her the small-scale container with the muscle rub that went from very low temperature to very hot.
"I am going to rub this on your clit, all over and into your cunt and your motherfucker. Tonight you are not a slave, you are zip but a fucktoy for me to do whatever i can conceive of. Now look at this mirror, I want you to see what has happened to your clitoris so far."
Pixie saw that her lord had attached a mirror to the position of the frame. It had a foresighted adjustable stand which he had set so she could see between her pegleg. At kickoff she thought it was magnified because her clit looked as big as her little fingerbreadth, but then she realized the suction had enlarged it that way. Her clitoris was also very red and looked like it had bled a short.
She watched in revulsion as her superior scooped up a big blob of the emollient and began to coat her outer lips, avoiding her clit, with it. She felt the sharply cold almost immediately. Then he scooped out more and shoved his digit in her cunt, which had gone dry from her fear. Her Master reached to the side of the table and dropped the bottom portion down, then again scooped out more emollient on two digit and shoved them in her ass moving them around and in and out, making sure her interior were thoroughly coated.
She held her breath waiting for him to put on it to her already tortured clitoris, but he waited and just watched her. The ointment on and in her cunt and ass quickly went from the cold to unbearable searing heat. Pixie fought the whimper that formed in her throat. Her Master saw all of this in her human face and heart.
"Still fighting, fucktoy ? Let 's see if you can fight after this."
Her Master scooped out more ointment and liberally coated her sore furious looking clit. He rubbed all of it in and then rubbed over every spot he had covered, in and out.
The burn was excruciating. pyxie could n't prevent mum any longer. At for the first time a easy keening groan came from abstruse within her throat She did n't even recognize that it came from her. Her legs began to shake and split welled then fell from her center.
Her schoolmaster still was n't satisfied. She was n't screaming or begging. The keening was still too controlled a sound. He went back to the storage locker.
When he returned he showed her two very declamatory vibrators attached to a kind of belt. He shoved one into her pussy and the former into her ass. The one in her cunt was at least a ft long and as wide of the mark as a beer bottle. It stretched her encompassing and he shoved it in with such violence she cried out when it punched her uterine cervix. Then he shoved the other, which was the Saami length but narrower at the tip yet twice as wide at the home, into her ass. Her passkey buckled the whack around her waistline. Pixie could see that the strap connecting the vibrators between her peg, split into a v just past her cunt and left her clit exposed. Her Master had a accountant in his hand and flipped a switch. Both vibrators, rather than vibrate, seemed to wither then lengthen, thus sumulating a cock fuckingher but without any piece coming out of her.
The friction combined with the burn of the ointment was finally more infliction than Pixie could handle. Her keening grew louder and louder. Her dickhead could not be silenced. Yet, still she did not shriek. When her sea captain looked at her and raised an eyebrow she looked back with defiance in her optic. He could see that in venom of all he had done to her so far she was using this keening sound ( which he realized actually came through her nose ) to keep from screaming. Her Master could n't believe that she was actually getting angry and more stubbornly noncompliant ! His slave was actually fighting him ! original, though he refused to let her see it, was affect and amused by the strength of will his hard worker was showing. She had come to him so submissively and aside from her silly tantrum had shown no tangible rebelliousness as long as he had known her. It was obvious to him that up till now she had never truly submitted her will and inner self control to him. She had been acting submissive. Her Master was now determined to break her ! After this night she would completely submit to him. Her brain as well as her dead body. She would no longer permit him to dominate her but be dominated by him !
Pixie was sinking further into subspace. She felt more and More removed from her dead body. Oh, she was still in incredible painfulness but it seemed more like a dream than reality. She saw her passe-partout go to the cesspit and rinse the unction from his hands. Then he went to the console again. She couldn't see what he had until he returned to the foreland of the table. She felt the top of the table raised so she was now in a repose position. Then her Master went down by her feet. He uncuffed one ankle then recuffed it to a mountain range hanging from the ceiling. He did the Saami with her other articulatio talocruralis. Now her hip were raised and her legs spread encourage apart.
Her superior wrapped bands around her upper thighs. Each had several band with clutches, similar to those that closed a necklace, attached. He used these to attach to the rings the doctor had placed in the piercings of her cunt rim. Her bitch was now held all-encompassing unfastened. In this position her cunt, button and asshole were exposed. He removed the belt and the vibrators. Then he showed her his cane.
Pyxidanthera barbulata 's wholly body began to shake. She watch him, as if in a incubus, upgrade the cane. Then, it seemed in slow apparent movement, she saw him peck it down directly on her already too tortured clit.
At maiden Pixie felt nothing, her adrenaline blocked the pain. Then suddenly she felt as though he had sliced her candid ! He lifted his arm again and again, raining blows on her open cunt, her asshole and again her button ! The shrieking she had held back so defiantly finally erupted from deep within her chest !
Master was shocked at how loud and piercing his striver first sidesplitter was. He was shocked that she had the speciality and breathing space for it to go on and on continuous. He thought she would pass out from not taking a breathing space. Yet he did not stop striking her. He moved around the frame, now slashing the cane against her mamilla and chest. Her start screeching ended but was quickly followed by another and another until there were many and they continued. Soon they became quieter, less piercing, she was losing her voice.
Her victor was satisfied. She had screamed herself hoarse and cried herself dry. He stopped striking her. His anger gone. He went to the swallow hole, came back and began to lave the ointment off gently. He carefully used a bottleful to rinse it out from inside her. It hurt but she could finger the burning become milder until it was nearly gone. Her passe-partout then rubbed a different ointment everywhere the other had been, then over her torso everywhere he had hit and where welts were appearing. This ointment must have had a strong painkiller in it because she barely felt any pain. Then her Master made her strike a oral contraceptive pill. He unhooked her piercings from her second joint, put the table back into its original position, unshackled and carefully lowered her legs then uncuffed her wrists.
Her Master carefully wrapped a blanket around her and lifted her into his coat of arms as though she were a child. Then he carried her upstairs and placed her in his bed.
"Very good striver. Now you have truly submitted all of yourself to your Master."
He climbed into bed next to her, pulled her unto his blazon, kissed her brow and held her as the pill took essence and she fell asleep. Then her Master also fell into a tranquillise deep eternal rest .