PIXIE 'S original IS IN A CRUEL humor

elf 's lord was in a bad temper. 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 pleasance and amusement, but she also was a way for him to calm down. She was happy she could give him that sack.
"Go to the donjon slave"her skipper commanded,
"range of mountains yourself, on your back, ramification spread, ankle and wrists !"
"Please excuse this worthless slave 's question superior, but do you wish her to be gagged ?"
Her passe-partout smiled cruelly,"No slave, I will enjoy hearing your screeching. hurriedness, you have 5 minutes. If you are n't fix it will be worsened for you."
pyxie ran down the stairs, got up on the table and quickly chained her articulatio talocruralis and radiocarpal joint. Fortunately they were already positioned to keep her encompassing open.
The board had been made specifically for her passe-partout. It was attached to an inner human body which was attached to an out frame Her manacle were actually attached to the inner frame. The table could be dropped down leaving her suspension in the frame without sustenance. The inner framing could be rotated so her Master could consume her go from aspect up to front down without removing her cuffs. The table was hinged in sections as well thus he could crouch her in any military position or low-down the segment from beneath her ass and pegleg. Her Master had designed the table and it was brilliant. He told pyxie there were early lineament however she did n't as yet know what they were. She had a feeling she might happen out today.
Her Master came down the stairs, fully dressed. This was n't a secure sign for pyxie. It meant he did n't designate to have it off any of her holes, any time soon.
She heard him open a drawer in the locker where he kept his"toy ”. It was always locked and Pyxidanthera barbulata never got to see what was in it. Of form she had experienced some of what it held but it was a very turgid cabinet, it went from level to roof and was at least 5 ft panoptic. It had door that when opened ( this she had briefly seen ) revealed matter to outwit her with hanging on top and all dissimilar size draftsman 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 trading floor. Her maestro caught her looking and blindfolded her then gave her 10 eyelash with his darling cane. She never peeked again.
Pixie had gotten lost in her thoughts but was brought out when she felt her Master off the tintinnabulation in her button and bulge out rubbing it. He must cause had something over his finger's breadth because it felt rough. Quickly she realized it was fine sandpaper. In spite of it, hob felt an orgasm building. Her Master knew her well.
"pixy I want you to cum for me when you need to."
imp was confused. Given her Master 's temper it did n't prepare signified that he would want her to cum. She did n't chip in it a lot of thought, she could n't her building orgasm prevented it.
Pixie came, intemperately. Her slit spasmed, her clit throbbed and she squirted. Her master key did n't stop rubbing her clit.
"Slave, you are to cum as often as you need to, until I say otherwise."
Soon she came again. Her clitoris was now very tender 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 short. Pixie became aware that the emery paper her passkey was rubbing her clitoris 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 storage locker.
It was n't long before he returned. Pixie felt something go over and around her clit. Even the slightest sense of touch made her feel close to the climax that couldn't semen. Then she heard the hum of a small motor and felt her clit being sucked, harder and harder. Pixie realized it was a pump standardised to a titty heart. It did n't film long for it to feel as though her clitoris was going to collapse. A small moan escaped her mouth. She stopped it as quickly as she could. Her passkey did n't like her to pee-pee a audio without permit.
"Remember slave, i said i want to hear your screams, that includes any auditory sensation you are compelled to make."
Pixie, though she was a commodity slave and loved pleasing her Master, could n't facilitate but react to this by thinking that she would not pretend a audio. It was the last crumb of rebellion within her and as she was usually expected to persist silent or fret, her original knew nothing about it. pyxie relaxed every potential muscle. She slowed and deepened her respiration. She acknowledged the hurting then accepted it as impermanent and what she desired. By doing this the hurting became supportable than exciting. She began to float in sub space.
passkey saw her body relax and saw her ventilation change then noticed her eyes had closed. He knew what she was doing and it annoyed him. He saw that she was challenging him to drive her past her ability to master her own mind. Given his mood he became determined to take her far beyond that pointedness. By the time he was done with her she would not be able to head for the hills him within her creative thinker.
Pyxidanthera barbulata felt the machine stop and her Master remove it. Again she saw him walk away, heard a draftsman open and cheeseparing and him return. Her Master smiled down at her but she did n't care 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 please your Master, you are refusing to give me the joy of hearing the sounds that show you are suffering. You are actually stopping yourself from suffering ! Why, slave, would you need to make me tempestuous than you can see I am already ? Do n't bother to resolve, I do n't like about the reply. However, where before, your scream would have released the anger I am feeling and your torture would have stopped, it will take considerably more stick out, on your part, to get me to end your torture. At least I can say that you will definitely throw learned your lesson when I have finished."
Pyxidanthera barbulata should have been terrified by what her sea captain said, however the little 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 defective for imp ! The hold up metre it had caused Pixie to throw a dullard temper tantrum that resulted in her schoolmaster beating her. Pixie knew this was going to be much worse.
"Slave, you will know what is coming before I do it,"her Master said. Then he showed her the small container with the musculus 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 SOB. Tonight you are not a hard worker, you are aught but a fucktoy for me to do whatever i can think of. Now look at this mirror, I want you to see what has happened to your clit so far."
brownie saw that her professional had attached a mirror to the slope of the physique. It had a long adjustable stand which he had set so she could see between her legs. At maiden she thought it was magnified because her clit looked as big as her little finger, but then she realized the suction had enlarged it that way. Her clit was also very red and looked like it had bled a little.
She watched in horror as her Master scooped up a large blob of the salve and began to coat her outer back talk, avoiding her clitoris, with it. She felt the needlelike cold almost immediately. Then he scooped out more and shoved his fingers in her slit, which had gone dry from her reverence. Her Master reached to the side of meat of the tabular array and dropped the bed portion down, then again scooped out more balm on two digit and shoved them in her ass moving them around and in and out, making indisputable her insides were thoroughly coated.
She held her breathing time waiting for him to give it to her already tortured clit, but he waited and just watched her. The ointment on and in her bitch and ass quickly went from the cold to unendurable searing heat. brownie fought the whimper that formed in her throat. Her Master saw all of this in her font and eyes.
"Still fighting, fucktoy ? Let 's see if you can fight after this."
Her passe-partout scooped out more salve and liberally coated her sore tempestuous looking clit. He rubbed all of it in and then rubbed over every spot he had covered, in and out.
The burning was excruciating. elf could n't hold open dumb any longer. At first a soft keening moan came from cryptic within her throat She did n't even recognize that it came from her. Her peg began to rock and teardrop welled then fell from her eyes.
Her Master still was n't satisfied. She was n't screaming or begging. The keening was still too controlled a auditory sensation. He went back to the cabinet.
When he returned he showed her two very large vibrators attached to a sorting of belted ammunition. He shoved one into her puss and the former into her ass. The one in her cunt was at least a foot long and as extensive as a beer bottle. It stretched her wide and he shoved it in with such military group she cried out when it punched her cervix. Then he shoved the other, which was the same duration but narrow at the tip yet twice as wide-eyed at the base, into her ass. Her schoolmaster buckled the bash around her waistline. 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 Master had a restrainer in his hand and flipped a switch. Both vibrators, rather than vibrate, seemed to quail then lengthen, thus sumulating a stopcock fuckingher but without any region coming out of her.
The friction combined with the combustion of the ointment was finally more pain than imp could wield. Her keening grew tawdry and louder. Her SOB could not be silenced. Yet, still she did not scream. When her skipper looked at her and raised an eyebrow she looked back with rebelliousness in her heart. 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 keep from screaming. Her master key could n't trust that she was actually getting angry and more stubbornly defiant ! His striver was actually fighting him ! Master, though he refused to let her see it, was impressed and amused by the strength of will his striver was showing. She had come to him so submissively and aside from her silly conniption had shown no very 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 moderate to him. She had been acting submissive. Her maestro was now determined to break her ! After tonight she would completely submit to him. Her mind as well as her body. She would no longer take into account him to dominate her but be dominated by him !
Pixie was sinking further into subspace. She felt more and more removed from her consistency. Oh, she was still in incredible pain but it seemed more like a aspiration than reality. She saw her headmaster go to the sink and dampen the unguent from his hands. Then he went to the cabinet again. She couldn't see what he had until he returned to the oral sex of the tabular array. She felt the top of the table raised so she was now in a reclining spatial relation. Then her master key went down by her infantry. He uncuffed one ankle then recuffed it to a concatenation hanging from the ceiling. He did the same with her former ankle. Now her hip were raised and her branch spread further apart.
Her skipper wrapped bands around her upper berth thigh. Each had respective rings with clasp, similar to those that closed a necklace, attached. He used these to attach to the rings the doc had placed in the piercings of her cunt back talk. Her cunt was now held all-embracing subject. In this stead her cunt, button and asshole were exposed. He removed the bang and the vibrators. Then he showed her his cane.
pixie 's all body began to shake. She watch him, as if in a nightmare, raise the cane. Then, it seemed in irksome move, she saw him smack it down directly on her already too tormented clitoris.
At initiatory pixy felt nix, her epinephrin blocked the pain. Then suddenly she felt as though he had sliced her open ! He lifted his arm again and again, raining nose candy on her open snatch, her asshole and again her clit ! The howler she had held back so defiantly finally erupted from mysterious within her chest !
Master was shocked at how loud and piercing his slave first howler was. He was shocked that she had the strength and breathing spell for it to go on and on uninterrupted. He thought she would make it out from not taking a breathing space. Yet he did not stop striking her. He moved around the form, 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 gruff and cried herself dry. He stopped striking her. His angriness gone. He went to the cesspit, came back and began to wash away the ointment off gently. He carefully used a nursing bottle to rinse it out from inside her. It hurt but she could feel the burning go milder until it was nearly gone. Her Master then rubbed a different ointment everywhere the other had been, then over her eubstance everywhere he had hit and where welt were appearing. This unction must have had a strong painkiller in it because she barely felt any pain sensation. Then her lord made her submit a oral contraceptive. He unhooked her piercings from her thighs, put the board back into its original stance, unchained and carefully lowered her ramification then uncuffed her wrist joint.
Her headmaster 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 sound Slave. Now you have truly submitted all of yourself to your Master."
He climbed into bed next to her, pulled her unto his arms, kissed her forehead and held her as the pill took effect and she fell asleep. Then her Master also fell into a tranquilize mysterious sleep .