Story Excerpt

Here is an excerpt from a story that I have been writing and going back to now and then over the past year. I wrote this part today after much time of not writing. I hope you enjoy it and I figure you can probably come up with your own idea as to how one could find themselves in this position without My giving the full story:)

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My body has grown stiff from the cold floor and laying unmoving for an unknown amount of time. I have no idea how long I have been locked in this room, the only sign I have of much time passed is the growing pressure I feel in my bladder for release.

A battle rages in my head as I try to decide how it would best please Madam to find me upon her return. Her heel in my back, pressing me to the floor indicated I was not to rise at the time, but was it her intention for me to stay sprawled on the hard floor or would she approve if I were to return to the position I was meant to be in, in the bedroom. I am already to be punished for such a grave disobedience of her command that I fear to make another mistake, but perhaps she would see my changing positions as an attempt to reassert the respect I have for my Madam.

Willing to take on whatever punishment that may come of my decision, I feel in my submissive  self that I must try to show my grief for displeasing her, by once again taking up the wait position for however long she leaves me in this small, lonely room. Moving my stiff body into position, I feel immediately the hardness of the cement pressing into my knees and know that my choice will turn out to be a self punishment and a test of my resolve if she is to ignore me for much longer. I am determined to show my submission.

It doesn't take long for the pain in my knees to grow exponentially. My thigh and calf muscles constrict and tremble as I fight my body on its need to move. My pain is for Madam. I clench my hands to the back of my neck and stare blindly at a spot on the wall as my vision blurs with silent tears that trickle down my cheeks.

I think briefly to distract myself from the fire in my knees by counting, but realize I would then not be fully experiencing my position. I am Madam's property; I have given control of my being to Madam; I am not playing a game, I am living life; to live this life I must be willing to give my all to Madam and do everything that she expects of me. I am nothing; I am no one; I am only what and who she says I am. I choose to feel entirely the pain in my knees, the quivering in my muscles, the ache in my back, the heaviness of my arms, because that is what Madam choses for me.

Instead of counting, I focus all my attention on feeling everything this position causes in my body. It is excruciating for a long time as I slowly scroll through my body, feeling each part, describing out loud how each area is doing, and telling myself the pain is not yet sufficient for the penance I owe Madam.

"Thank you Madam for this lesson; I will learn; I will do better; I want to be your slave and do everything you tell me. Thank you Madam for letting me feel this pain; I want to hurt for your pleasure; I need to suffer for your forgiveness; I beg you to punish me for my insolence. Thank you Madam for allowing this hurt to teach me my place; I am yours; I submit to you; I give you full control; I am yours."

I ramble on until only unintelligible sounds escape and I reach a plateau in my pain where I am kind of floating in a euphoric high based on exhaustion, intense pain, and complete acceptance of what is to come. The way something incredibly hot feels cold to the touch, the feelings coursing through my body have so over stimulated my nerves and pain receptors that I am nearly unaware of my physical discomfort. Not wanting this experience to turn pleasant for me, I slightly alter my position to reawaken my body and fresh tears spill forth as this body that Madam owns once again feels the intensity of pain on a level higher than I have experienced before. I know I am now ready for Madam's punishment.

Not long after, or maybe it is still quite some time later, it is so hard to tell, when my bladder is near bursting, I hear the key in the lock and prepare for Madam's entrance. Not daring to look to the door, with my eyes still fixed to the wall, I hear the click of Madam's heels as she takes the few steps into the room to be directly within my line of sight. I stare at her shoes and realize there is a pair of heavy, black combat boots within my peripheral vision.

Madam has not come back alone.   

Some fact, some fiction, all fun

"How's your pussy feeling slut?" Madam purrs in her knowing voice. It's been three days and she has filled her girl's cunt five times, ramming into the wet, warm tunnel with her thick, purple silicone cock.

"It hurts Ma'am." The girl quietly replies while her eyelashes lower and her head tips forward in an attempt to hide the blush of her cheeks. She knows that her pussy is not really hers, it is there for Madam's pleasure and lately it has pleased Madam to use and abuse her hole until it burns with exquisite pain. Over and over the rough treatment has left her insides throbbing with each thrust as she gasps and groans, trying to hold back the tears. She fears she can't take much more.

"Good, spread your legs…"

Slut shutters, her eyes wide with fear as they lock on Madam's. "No! Please Ma'am…" she starts to plead.

"Please what?" A smile creeps onto Madam's face as she crosses her arms over her chest, her feet firmly planted not about to budge.

"It hurts Ma'am. I can't…" 

Silence fills the room as Madam stares at her girl. With her head slightly tilted and the corner of her mouth still quirked in a smile, Madam watches the internal struggle dance within her girls eyes.

"I…" sluts eyes slowly lower back to the floor in resignation, knowing she is nobody until Madam says she is somebody. "Please Madam, use my holes for your pleasure." Again her voice is quiet, she has once more found her place and slowly lowers herself to the bed, spreading her legs like a good girl.

Spike: Part 2-Fiction

Madam reaches down to where Spike came from and produces a pair of wrist cuffs and a waist restraint to add to the collar and ankle cuffs i always wear. She steps across the room in hard purposeful strides, ending up only millimeters from my face. i cast my eyes down as to avoid further punishment. "As this is a punishment there is no 'yellow'. I will allow you to use red but you'd better be damn near dying to event think about using it. Do you understand, slave"
"Yes Ma'am, i understand."
"Good. Now give me your hands." i raise my hands to Her and She cuffs them. The leather is cold at first but quickly starts to warm up. She wraps the waist belt around me and secures the buckles tightly. "Since this is your first time with my new toy I'm going to start by having you rate the swats, 0-no pain, 10-the worst pain imaginable. This won't be counted as part of your punishment since it is necessary for your safety. Are we clear?
"Yes Madam."
"Then let's begin. Stand facing the wall." i move in front of the rings. Madam pulls 2 double sided carabiners and clips one side to the top center rings "Hands up" i put my hands together above my head and She clips both to the center ring. Next, my neck and waist get secured with a piece of thin rope long enough that i have a slight bit of slack and finally my ankles are secured with more rope.
The tears that have been held off until now start to fall leaving black streaks of mascara in their wake. "Please Madam, i swear i'll never be late again."
"What did you not understand about not speaking, little girl? Let's see you have wasted about a minute of my time and spoke...let's count how many words" Madam counts off the words on Her hand as She repeats them "Please-that's 1, Madam-2, i-3, swear-4, i'll-5, never-6, be-7, late-8, again-9. So we'll add 10 strokes, one for the wasted minute and the other nine for the...well you get what they're for. Add that to the 15 you are to receive for wasting 15 minutes of my time by being late and you get 25. Here's how it's going to work. You are to keep count of each swing clearly and loud enough that I can hear. If I don't hear the number and a "thank you Ma'am" by the time I take the next swing it doesn't count. Got it?" i nod my head in a resigned agreement too scared to even answer Her question with words.
Madam moves into position behind me and swings Spike, hitting my ass lightly. "What do you rate that slut?"
"Two Ma'am"
"What did you forget?"
"Thank You Ma'am?"
"Much better" She swings again, a bit harder this time. "And that one?"
"Thank You Ma'am. Four and a half."
The swats get progressively harder until finally i scream out "Thank You Ma'am. Ten!!"
"OK slave. On to your punishment."
She swings the spiked cane, i count and thank Her. For the first ten She goes rather lightly. Once ten have passed She uppes the intensity. The swats go from about a three or four on the scale to more of a six. Five more pass and the intensity goes up again, now reaching closer to eight for another five. My body is radiating with pain. i am thankful for being bound to the wall because i'm sure without them i wouldn't be able to stand. i am almost screaming with each blow.
"I have to get something. Wait right here" Madam walks away. i hear her in the bedroom, opening the drawer where we keep all of the smaller toys. She comes back into the living room both hands behind Her back. "I have brought you a few treats since you have been very good with Spike so far"
As She moves Her left hand from behind Her back i know immediately what it is without even seeing it. i hear the bells on the nipple clamps. Her hand opens and i see i am right. The other hand is produced and opened and i see the ball gag. Once both are applied She takes Her position behind me and the beating continues.
Now my screams and words are nothing more than garbled sounds. The last five blows are full intensity. i writhe as much as my bonds will allow, which is very little, and silently thank Madam for the gag so that i can beg Her to stop without Her realizing that i am speaking.
After i have had my last swat with Spike Madam releases me starting at my ankles and working up. When She unhooks my hands, rather than letting them fall, She moves them to where my neck has been attached a minute before. She pulls me back by the hips so that my arms are outstretched from the wall, pushes my lower back down to make my ass stick up and kicks at the insides of my ankles to get me to widen my legs. My ass is streaked with welts and spots of blood where the spikes broke my tender skin. She takes a soft cotton cloth soaked in alcohol and rubs it over my scarred flesh. It stings like hell and i let out a piercing scream that is subdued slightly by the silicone ball filling my mouth.
"Now for my pleasure" She unzips her pants and pulls out Her cock. Until that moment i hadn't noticed that she was packing. Without stopping to apply lube to Her thick cock or check that my pussy is wet for Her, She shoves all 8" of it inside me in one hard thrust. She pulls out so that all but the very tip has exited my wet hole and waits for a second before thrusting it fully in again. She continues this pattern of filling and vacating "Her cunt" over and over all the while telling me how much of a slut i am getting wet from being beaten and used like a whore. She orders me to tell Her how much i like being fucked from behind like the dog that i am and beg Her to let me suck my juices off Her cock when She's done using me.
Finally She says the words i need. "Cum my little fucktoy. CUM NOW!!"
The orgasm rips through by body. i shutter and moan while Madam continues to pound into me. Then i hear Her start to moan and realize that She is about to cum. I am ecstatic to hear this, Madam has never cum from fucking me before and i start to fuck Her back as much as my gelatinous body will allow until Her moans become a deep guttural grunting sound and Her body quakes with orgasm.
Spent, She drapes Her body over mine for a minute while She recovers then withdraws Her cock from my aching pussy and releases my hands. "Don't forget what you begged me to let you do" She says looking down at Her glistening cock.
i turn around and drop to my knees, put my hands behind my back and open my mouth. Madam grabs a handful of my hair and fills my waiting hole. Her thrusting cock hits the back of my throat causing me to gag. i have given Madam many blowjobs before but not with Her big cock and i'm not used to how thick or long it is. Even though i gag at each thrust She doesn't relent. She makes me gag each time She thrusts it back in. "Seems like we need to work on my slave's deep throating skills. And you call yourself a slut" She shakes Her head tisking at me in a mocking tone. "Not today, but i want you to start practicing when i'm at work."
"Hes Ma'an" i say with Her cock at the back of my throat.
"Good girl" Madam smiles and pulls out of my mouth. "That is all for today, after you have cleaned me up, of course" She pulls the harness off and spreads Her legs wide for me to lick and suck the juices from Her dripping pussy.

Spike: Part 1-Fiction

Quietly sliding my key in the lock of our apartment door, i try to slip in unnoticed, hoping that Madam would be busy and won't have noticed that i am 15 minutes late. But i am out of luck. She is waiting for me in the living room. The room is dark except for a light illuminating where She is sitting so i cannot see anything but Her. "you're late" She growls at me without turning to look at me. "Get over here now!"
"Yes Ma'am" i stammer as i quickly strip off my jacket and shoes. i go and stand in front of Her, hands behind my back.
"On your knees, slut" i drop to my knees and lift my eyes to meet Hers for my next command. "Lecture!" i move into position, knees open wide to expose the inner parts of pussy, hands palms up on my thighs to further demonstrate my openness to my Lady.
"you were to be home by 8 o'clock. It is now almost quarter past. Where have you been?"
"i lost track of time, Madam. i should have called to let You know that i would be a bit late though. i'm sorry." i mutter
"What you should have done, slut, was be home on time. I don't accept tardiness or laziness. Do you not think My commands are worth following?"
"No Ma'am i think Your commands are very much worth following, it just took me a bit longer to get home than expected"
In the blink of an eye Madam's hand is across my cheek. The sting of the unexpected rough smack radiates through my face. "And now you lie to me? I won't accept lying any more than tardiness or laziness. So what is it slave, did. you. loose. track. of. time. or. did. it. take. you. longer. to. get. home. than. expected. hmmm?" the condescension dripping from each overly emphasized syllable.
Tears start to well up in my eyes. i realize i'm not going to get out of this easily. " It was a bit of both Ma'am, i would never lie to You. i promise."
"Either way, your tardiness is unacceptable." i see Her reach for something that has been discretely tucked away until now then. Out comes a cane i have never seen before. It's a thin rod covered in leather with little rounded tip spikes along the top half of the shaft. i cringe at how viscous it looks.
We have a cane already that Madam knows i enjoy once i have been warmed up but this new one is like nothing i had ever seen. i immediately hate it. i can tell that it's going to hurt.
"Meet your new friend. I have named it Spike" an evil grin spreads across Madam's lips as the words are spit at me. "I bought it just the other day and have been looking for an excuse to introduce you to it. Now you have provided Me with one, thank you. You two are going to get very well acquainted tonight"
"Please Madam, i promise i will never be late again. Please don't use that on me." i implore, my eyes searching Hers for any sign of mercy but finding none.
"Eyes down!" Madam barks, "don't look at Me, slut. Now, you will notice that I took the time to install some hooks behind the pictures on the wall and at the floor behind the bookcase over there especially to use with this new toy of mine," She says as She points across the room. "Go move the bookcase and take down the pictures so we can get started"
"please Ma'am, no"
"Do it whore! For every second of My time you waste and for every word you speak i will add another 5 strokes so I suggest you shut your dirty little mouth and do as you're told"
i get up and walk across the room, moving as slowly as i think i can get away with. i slide the bookcase far enough that it will be out of the way and take down all the pictures on the wall. Just as Madam said, there they were, 8 D-rings, the kind can lay flat when not in use hanging on the wall. Three down at ankle height, three up high, the center one about a foot above my head, the other two about 18" out on either side about 4" lower and the last two at neck and waist heights. A sort of St Andrew's cross right on our living room wall.

Part 2 to come....