PIXIE 'S MASTER IS IN A CRUEL MOOD

Pixie 's master copy was in a bad mood. There was a reason, however pyxie knew it wasn't her place to ask. Her topographic point was for her Master 's use. She existed only for his pleasance and amusement, but she also was a way for him to calm down. She was happy she could feed him that departure.
"Go to the keep slave"her Master commanded,
"chain yourself, on your spine, pegleg spread, ankle and wrist !"
"Please exempt this worthless slave 's head captain, but do you like her to be gagged ?"
Her lord smiled cruelly,"No slave, I will revel hearing your screeching. hurriedness, you have 5 transactions. If you are n't ready it will be worse for you."
pixie ran down the stairs, got up on the table and quickly chained her ankle and carpus. Fortunately they were already positioned to go on her wide out-of-doors.
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 tabular array could be dropped down leaving her hanging in the figure without documentation. The inner shape could be rotated so her master key could induce her go from aspect up to face down without removing her cuffs. The table was hinged in subdivision as well thus he could crouch her in any post or lower the section from beneath her ass and legs. Her maestro had designed the table and it was brilliant. He told Pixie there were early characteristic however she did n't as yet know what they were. She had a flavour she might find out today.
Her passe-partout came down the steps, fully dressed. This was n't a beneficial polarity for elf. It meant he did n't intend to fuck any of her holes, any sentence soon.
She heard him open a drawer in the cabinet where he kept his"toy dog ”. It was always locked and gremlin never got to see what was in it. Of course 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 wide. 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 boxers beneath that. She had had only a abbreviated coup d'oeil of it once. She was n't supposed to be looking at it at the clip, her center were supposed to be cast down looking at the storey. Her Master caught her looking and blindfolded her then gave her 10 lashes with his preferent cane. She never peeked again.
Pixie had gotten lost in her thoughts but was brought out when she felt her master copy remove the ring in her clit and start rubbing it. He must have had something over his digit because it felt rough. Quickly she realized it was fine sandpaper. In maliciousness of it, Pixie felt an climax construction. Her sea captain knew her well.
"Pixie I want you to cum for me when you need to."
pixie was confused. Given her master 's temper it did n't make horse sense that he would want her to cum. She did n't apply it a lot of sentiment, she could n't her building sexual climax prevented it.
Pixie came, hard. Her cunt spasmed, her clit throbbed and she squirted. Her Master did n't stop rubbing her clit.
"striver, you are to cum as often as you need to, until I say otherwise."
Soon she came again. Her button was now very sensitive and she began to orgasm over and over. After what she would guess was her 5th or 6th sexual climax, she felt it progress but could not cum. When she squirted her fluids made her clit suntan a little. imp became aware that the sandpaper her Master was rubbing her clit with had rubbed it raw. Her passe-partout 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. pyxie felt something go over and around her clit. Even the slender speck made her smell close to the orgasm that couldn't come. Then she heard the hum of a small-scale motor and felt her button being sucked, harder and harder. Pyxidanthera barbulata realized it was a ticker similar to a breast pump. It did n't subscribe long for it to experience as though her clit was going to burst. A belittled moan escaped her lips. She stopped it as quickly as she could. Her headmaster did n't like her to make a sound without permit.
"Remember slave, i said i want to hear your screams, that includes any phone you are compelled to make."
Pixie, though she was a good slave and loved pleasing her Master, could n't avail but react to this by thinking that she would not make a phone. It was the death scum bag of rebellion within her and as she was usually expected to persist still or gagged, her master key knew aught about it. Pixie relaxed every potential sinew. She slowed and deepened her external respiration. She acknowledged the pain then accepted it as temporary and what she desired. By doing this the infliction became bearable than exciting. She began to float in sub space.
lord saw her consistence relax and saw her external respiration modification then noticed her oculus had closed. He knew what she was doing and it annoyed him. He saw that she was challenging him to force her past times her ability to control her own brain. Given his mood he became determined to take her far beyond that power point. By the sentence he was done with her she would not be able to bunk him within her idea.
Pixie felt the auto stop and her sea captain take it. Again she saw him walk away, heard a drawer spread and close-fitting and him return. Her master smiled down at her but she did n't like this smile. This smile was wickedness, cruel and she could see that he knew what she had done.
"So, my slave, in malice 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 angrier than you can see I am already ? Do n't discommode to answer, I do n't care about the resolution. However, where before, your sidesplitter would have released the anger I am feeling and your torment would have stopped, it will take considerably more suffering, on your part, to get me to end your torture. At least I can say that you will definitely have learned your lesson when I have finished."
Pixie should have been terrified by what her passkey said, however the minuscule masochist within her was excited. In fact she was sure it was that annoying bitch that kept getting her in trouble and always made things unfit for pyxie ! The last time it had caused Pyxidanthera barbulata to discombobulate a stupefied temper tantrum that resulted in her Master beating her. Pixie knew this was going to be very much worse.
"Slave, you will know what is coming before I do it,"her Master said. Then he showed her the small-scale container with the muscle rub that went from very inhuman to very hot.
"I am going to rub this on your clit, all over and into your cunt and your asshole. Tonight you are not a hard worker, you are nothing but a fucktoy for me to do whatever i can suppose 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 face of the frame. It had a yearn adjustable point of view which he had set so she could see between her ramification. At first she thought it was magnified because her clit looked as big as her little fingerbreadth, but then she realized the sucking had enlarged it that way. Her button was also very red and looked like it had bled a short.
She watched in revulsion as her original scooped up a gravid blob of the ointment and began to coat her outer back talk, avoiding her button, with it. She felt the sharp coldness almost immediately. Then he scooped out more and shoved his fingers in her pussy, which had gone dry from her fear. Her Master reached to the incline of the table and dropped the penetrate fate 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 enough her insides were thoroughly coated.
She held her breath waiting for him to practice it to her already tortured clit, 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 whimpers that formed in her throat. Her maestro saw all of this in her human face and eyes.
"Still fighting, fucktoy ? Let 's see if you can fight after this."
Her Master scooped out more unction 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. Pyxidanthera barbulata could n't maintain silent any longer. At first base a easygoing keening moan came from inscrutable within her throat She did n't even recognize that it came from her. Her stage began to shake and tears welled then fell from her eyes.
Her professional 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 declamatory vibrators attached to a sort of knock. He shoved one into her bitch and the other into her ass. The one in her cunt was at to the lowest degree a understructure long and as across-the-board as a beer bottle. It stretched her wide-eyed and he shoved it in with such force out she cried out when it punched her uterine cervix. Then he shoved the other, which was the Lapp length but narrower at the tip yet twice as wide at the base, into her ass. Her passkey buckled the whack around her waistline. brownie could see that the shoulder strap connecting the vibrators between her pegleg, stock split into a v just past her bitch and left her clit exposed. Her Master had a controller in his hand and flipped a replacement. Both vibrators, rather than resonate, seemed to shrink then lengthen, thus sumulating a tool fuckingher but without any part coming out of her.
The detrition combined with the electrocution of the ointment was finally more bother than pixy could care. Her keening grew tacky and louder. Her sobs could not be silenced. Yet, still she did not scream. When her captain looked at her and raised an brow she looked back with defiance in her eyes. He could see that in spite of all he had done to her so far she was using this keening sound ( which he realized actually came through her nozzle ) to restrain from screaming. Her Master could n't believe that she was actually getting angry and more stubbornly defiant ! His hard worker was actually fighting him ! sea captain, though he refused to let her see it, was impressed and amused by the military posture of will his slave was showing. She had come to him so submissively and aside from her silly conniption had shown no literal 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 master to him. She had been acting submissive. Her headmaster was now determined to disclose her ! After tonight she would completely relegate to him. Her brain as well as her consistence. She would no longer allow him to master 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 unbelievable pain but it seemed more like a pipe dream than reality. She saw her passe-partout go to the sink and wash the unction from his hired man. Then he went to the console again. She couldn't see what he had until he returned to the nous of the board. She felt the top of the table raised so she was now in a reclining spatial relation. Then her headmaster went down by her foundation. He uncuffed one articulatio talocruralis then recuffed it to a chain hanging from the ceiling. He did the Same with her other ankle. Now her hip were raised and her wooden leg spread far apart.
Her original wrapped bands around her upper thighs. Each had several rings with clasps, like to those that closed a necklace, attached. He used these to bind to the tintinnabulation the doctor had placed in the piercings of her cunt lip. Her cunt was now held widely assailable. In this position her cunt, clit and prick were exposed. He removed the bash and the vibrators. Then he showed her his cane.
gremlin 's whole soundbox began to shake. She watch him, as if in a nightmare, upgrade the cane. Then, it seemed in slow apparent motion, she saw him smack it down directly on her already too tortured clit.
At first off Pixie felt nothing, her Adrenalin blocked the painfulness. Then suddenly she felt as though he had sliced her open ! He lifted his arm again and again, raining black eye on her open twat, her asshole and again her clit ! The scream she had held back so defiantly finally erupted from deep within her chest !
master was shocked at how trashy and piercing his slaves first scream was. He was shocked that she had the strength and breath for it to go on and on uninterrupted. He thought she would pass out from not taking a breathing spell. Yet he did not stop striking her. He moved around the inning, now slashing the cane against her nipples and breasts. Her first thigh-slapper 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 Master was satisfied. She had screamed herself hoarse and cried herself dry. He stopped striking her. His ire gone. He went to the sink, came back and began to wash the ointment off gently. He carefully used a bottleful to rinse it out from inside her. It hurt but she could experience the burning turn milder until it was nearly gone. Her superior then rubbed a different ointment everywhere the other had been, then over her body everywhere he had hit and where welts were appearing. This ointment must have had a hard analgesic in it because she barely felt any botheration. Then her Master made her adopt a pill. He unhooked her piercings from her second joint, put the table back into its original office, untied 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 child. Then he carried her upstairs and placed her in his bed.
"Very unspoilt Slave. Now you have truly submitted all of yourself to your superior."
He climbed into bed next to her, pulled her unto his arms, kissed her brow and held her as the oral contraceptive took outcome and she fell asleep. Then her master also fell into a calm deep sleep .