PIXIE 'S MASTER IS IN A CRUEL modality

Pixie 's Master was in a bad modality. 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 pleasure and entertainment, but she also was a way for him to lull down. She was happy she could contribute him that handout.
"Go to the dungeon slave"her master copy commanded,
"chain yourself, on your back, leg spread, ankle joint and wrist joint !"
"Please justify this worthless slave 's interrogative sentence Master, but do you bid her to be gagged ?"
Her professional smiled cruelly,"No hard worker, I will relish hearing your screeching. Hurry, you have 5 minutes. If you are n't fix it will be forged for you."
pixy ran down the stairs, got up on the table and quickly chained her ankles and wrists. Fortunately they were already positioned to continue her wide open.
The table had been made specifically for her Master. It was attached to an inner frame which was attached to an out frame Her cuffs were actually attached to the inner frame. The board could be dropped down leaving her hanging in the flesh without support. The privileged frame of reference could be rotated so her sea captain could have her go from face up to face down without removing her handlock. The tabular array was hinged in sections as well thus he could bend her in any attitude or scurvy the section from beneath her ass and leg. Her maestro had designed the board and it was brilliant. He told Pixie there were other characteristic however she did n't as yet know what they were. She had a touch she might determine out today.
Her sea captain came down the stairs, fully dressed. This was n't a good mansion for Pixie. It meant he did n't think to fuck any of her holes, any clock time soon.
She heard him open a drawer in the cabinet where he kept his"toys ”. It was always locked and Pixie never got to see what was in it. Of form she had experienced some of what it held but it was a very large storage locker, it went from story to ceiling and was at least 5 ft wide-cut. It had room access that when opened ( this she had briefly seen ) revealed things to beat her with hanging on top and all different sizing knickers beneath that. She had had only a brief glimpse of it once. She was n't supposed to be looking at it at the time, her eyes were supposed to be cast down looking at the floor. Her original caught her looking and blindfolded her then gave her 10 whiplash with his favorite cane. She never peeked again.
Pixie had gotten lost in her thoughts but was brought out when she felt her maestro transfer the hoop in her clit and embark on rubbing it. He must have had something over his finger's breadth because it felt rough. Quickly she realized it was fine emery paper. In spitefulness of it, Pyxidanthera barbulata felt an climax building. Her Master knew her wellspring.
"pixie I want you to cum for me when you need to."
Pixie was confused. Given her Master 's mood it did n't hold sentience that he would want her to cum. She did n't turn over it a lot of sentiment, she could n't her building orgasm prevented it.
Pyxidanthera barbulata came, hard. Her cunt spasmed, her clit throbbed and she squirted. Her schoolmaster did n't stop rubbing her clitoris.
"Slave, you are to cum as often as you need to, until I say otherwise."
Soon she came again. Her clit was now very sensitive and she began to orgasm over and over. After what she would guess was her 5th or 6th orgasm, she felt it build but could not cum. When she squirted her fluids made her clit burn a little. Pixie became aware that the sandpaper her Master was rubbing her clit with had rubbed it raw. Her sea captain 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 slightest jot made her feel close to the coming that couldn't seed. Then she heard the hum of a pocket-size motor and felt her clit being sucked, harder and harder. gremlin realized it was a pump standardized to a tit pump. It did n't take long for it to feel as though her clit was going to bristle. A modest groan escaped her back talk. She stopped it as quickly as she could. Her Master did n't like her to piddle a sound without permission.
"Remember slave, i said i want to hear your screams, that includes any auditory sensation you are compelled to realise."
pyxie, though she was a well slave and loved pleasing her Master, could n't help but react to this by thinking that she would not clear a sound. It was the concluding lowlife of revolt within her and as she was usually expected to remain silent or gagged, her Master knew nothing about it. brownie relaxed every possible muscle. She slowed and deepened her breathing. She acknowledged the painfulness then accepted it as temporary and what she desired. By doing this the pain became supportable than exciting. She began to float in sub space.
skipper saw her body relax and saw her breathing alteration then noticed her eyes had closed. He knew what she was doing and it annoyed him. He saw that she was challenging him to force her past her ability to contain her own mind. Given his mood he became determined to accept her far beyond that compass point. By the time he was done with her she would not be able to escape him within her mind.
Pixie felt the motorcar stop and her passe-partout remove it. Again she saw him walk away, heard a drawer open and close and him return. Her headmaster smiled down at her but she did n't wish this smile. This smile was evil, cruel and she could see that he knew what she had done.
"So, my hard worker, in spite of your promise to do whatever pleases your sea captain, you are refusing to hand 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 hit me tempestuous than you can see I am already ? Do n't bother to answer, I do n't care about the answer. However, where before, your shriek would have released the anger I am feeling and your agony would give stopped, it will subscribe to considerably more suffering, on your part, to get me to end your overrefinement. At least I can say that you will definitely receive learned your lesson when I have finished."
brownie should have been terrified by what her overlord said, however the minuscule masochist within her was excited. In fact she was surely it was that annoying bitch that kept getting her in trouble and always made things worse for hob ! The last fourth dimension it had caused Pixie to throw a unintelligent toughness tantrum that resulted in her Master beating her. Pixie knew this was going to be much speculative.
"Slave, you will fuck what is coming before I do it,"her Master said. Then he showed her the small container with the muscularity rub that went from very cold to very hot.
"I am going to rub this on your clit, all over and into your cunt and your dickhead. Tonight you are not a slave, you are nothing but a fucktoy for me to do whatever i can believe of. Now look at this mirror, I want you to see what has happened to your clit so far."
Pixie saw that her Master had attached a mirror to the side of the frame. It had a long adjustable bandstand which he had set so she could see between her legs. At world-class she thought it was magnified because her clitoris looked as big as her short finger, but then she realized the sucking had enlarged it that way. Her clit was also very red and looked like it had bled a little.
She watched in repugnance as her Master scooped up a large blob of the ointment and began to coat her outer lips, avoiding her clitoris, with it. She felt the sharp frigid almost immediately. Then he scooped out more and shoved his finger's breadth in her puss, which had gone dry from her fear. Her captain reached to the slope of the table and dropped the bottom portion down, then again scooped out more ointment on two finger's breadth and shoved them in her ass moving them around and in and out, making sure her insides were thoroughly coated.
She held her breath waiting for him to apply it to her already excruciate button, but he waited and just watched her. The ointment on and in her pussy and ass quickly went from the frigidity to unbearable searing heat. Pyxidanthera barbulata fought the whimpers that formed in her throat. Her victor saw all of this in her face and eyes.
"Still fighting, fucktoy ? Let 's see if you can fight after this."
Her Master scooped out more ointment and liberally coated her sore angry looking clit. He rubbed all of it in and then rubbed over every spot he had covered, in and out.
The burning was excruciating. pyxie could n't sustain still any longer. At 1st a soft keening moan came from deep within her throat She did n't even recognize that it came from her. Her legs began to stimulate and snag welled then fell from her heart.
Her master copy 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 cabinet.
When he returned he showed her two very large vibrators attached to a sort of whang. He shoved one into her puss and the other into her ass. The one in her cunt was at least a foot long and as broad as a beer bottleful. It stretched her wide and he shoved it in with such military unit she cried out when it punched her cervix. Then he shoved the other, which was the Same distance but narrower at the tip yet twice as wide-eyed at the base, into her ass. Her skipper buckled the belt around her waist. Pixie could see that the strap connecting the vibrators between her legs, split into a v just past her cunt and left her clit exposed. Her schoolmaster had a controller in his mitt and flipped a switch. Both vibrators, rather than vibrate, seemed to shrink then lengthen, thus sumulating a rooster fuckingher but without any part coming out of her.
The friction combined with the burning of the ointment was finally more annoyance than hob could plow. Her keening grew gimcrack and louder. Her sob could not be silenced. Yet, still she did not scream. When her professional looked at her and raised an supercilium she looked back with defiance in her eye. He could see that in cattiness of all he had done to her so far she was using this keening strait ( which he realized actually came through her olfactory organ ) 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 ! headmaster, though he refused to let her see it, was impressed and amused by the specialty of will his slave was showing. She had come to him so submissively and aside from her silly tantrum had shown no really defiance 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 tonight she would completely submit to him. Her psyche as well as her body. She would no longer allow him to predominate her but be dominated by him !
Pixie was sinking further into subspace. She felt more and more removed from her body. Oh, she was still in incredible pain sensation but it seemed more like a pipe dream than realism. She saw her Master go to the sink and wash the ointment from his paw. Then he went to the cabinet again. She couldn't see what he had until he returned to the chief of the table. She felt the top of the tabular array raised so she was now in a reclining positioning. Then her Master went down by her pes. He uncuffed one ankle then recuffed it to a chain hanging from the ceiling. He did the Saame with her early ankle. Now her hip were raised and her branch spread further apart.
Her superior wrapped ring around her amphetamine thighs. Each had several rings with clutch, 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 lips. Her cunt was now held all-embracing clear. In this position her cunt, clit and prick were exposed. He removed the rap and the vibrators. Then he showed her his cane.
pixie 's solid dead body began to shake. She watch him, as if in a nightmare, raise the cane. Then, it seemed in slow question, she saw him peck it down directly on her already too excruciate clitoris.
At first Pixie felt nothing, her epinephrin blocked the pain. Then suddenly she felt as though he had sliced her open ! He lifted his arm again and again, raining blows on her open cunt, her asshole and again her button ! The scream she had held back so defiantly finally erupted from deep within her chest !
headmaster was shocked at how flash and piercing his striver first thigh-slapper was. He was shocked that she had the metier and breath for it to go on and on uninterrupted. He thought she would pass out from not taking a breath. Yet he did not check striking her. He moved around the flesh, now slashing the cane against her nipples and breasts. Her get-go scream 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 overlord was satisfied. She had screamed herself hoarse and cried herself dry. He stopped striking her. His ira gone. He went to the sink, came back and began to dampen the salve off gently. He carefully used a bottle to rinse it out from inside her. It hurt but she could sense the burning become milder until it was nearly gone. Her Master then rubbed a dissimilar ointment everywhere the other had been, then over her body everywhere he had hit and where wheal were appearing. This cream must have had a unassailable painkiller in it because she barely felt any pain. Then her master made her take a oral contraceptive. He unhooked her piercings from her thigh, put the tabular array back into its original position, unchained and carefully lowered her legs then uncuffed her wrists.
Her Master carefully wrapped a blanket around her and lifted her into his arms as though she were a small fry. Then he carried her upstairs and placed her in his bed.
"Very in effect hard worker. Now you have truly submitted all of yourself to your passkey."
He climbed into bed following to her, pulled her unto his arms, kissed her frontal bone and held her as the pill took effect and she fell asleep. Then her schoolmaster also fell into a becalm thick quietus .