Boxing Day Sale

It was the first Christmas with my Master, and what a beautiful one it was. No material item or special celebration was needed as the gift of proper and effective ownership gave me so much peace, happiness and satisfaction in living-it was one of the greatest presents I have ever received.

By Christmas night I was having extreme urges, feeling so sexually charged that I just wanted him to fuck me in all sorts of ways. As our relationship progressed he was right, there is much more pleasure to be gained apart from sticking a cock into a wet hole. But sometimes the primal need is overwhelming.

I begged him for it, but he said he would allow me to masturbate instead. I was happy, he sat on the bed with his upper body against the bedhead. I sat on my ankles facing him, caressing my breasts and vigorously thrusting my fingers into my cunt dripping with wasted cocklube as he looked on. My eyes were burning and teary with lust. I stared at his divine cock, imagining its perfect head pressing into me, its hard thickness and throbbing veins filling me up again and again. I came hard and was content for now, but still had an unsatisfied ache.

I absolutely love a sale. The next day I decide to check out some Boxing Day sales in the mall with my friend. My Master allowed me to, but he told me to be back by 6pm for some training with my new anal toys. It was no problem, I am always on time. But today was different, I got so carried away in frivolous purchases that I did not notice time passing and when I did my heart leapt in fright, I was like the little piggy crying and running all the way home.

Tick-tock. 6.59pm. I was almost an hour late, and my neighbour stopped me at the gate to wish me a Merry Christmas, only to delay my inevitable punishment. By the time I stepped inside the house it was 7.03pm. He was sitting at the table, calm, blowing smoke rings into the chilly air. "Computer room." I obliged to hurry there, but I knew it was a place of painful restraint and little affection. It was his cold workspace save for two chains dangling from the ceiling.

My clothes came off in a heartbeat. "Bend over. Spread." As I placed my elbows on the computer desk and spread my legs apart to expose my brown cunt and ass, I noticed the three anal plugs laid out, perhaps they were previously placed elsewhere in preparation for my training. I heard him spit and soon felt the warm mouthlube on my quivering asshole. Then I saw him grab the largest one, far too thick for my inexperienced hole. With no mercy he pushed it into me, but it resisted and slipped off, its head not even remotely entering its destination. With one hand he steadied me and with the other he rammed it in, as I shrieked with the painful stretching. It was in, filling me up so much that I felt a lump in my throat. I swore that my hole was torn but I felt no trickle of blood.

He locked my ankles close together with his metal cuffs, so as it ensure that the anal plug would not escape. He looked me in the eye and pointed to the spot below the suspended chains. My movement limited, the control of the anal plug in me, the metal cuffs too tight that they pressed into my ankle bone, I attempted to walk but shuffled painfully for the 6 feet journey. My face was distorted with the pain I felt and tears streamed down my face in fear.

He snapped my hands together to the chains, above my head. He stepped back, surveying my body with his eyes. I looked on as he walked to the shelf in the room and retrieved a digital printer cable. Black, thick with two heads, one to plug into the printer and one for power.

"You will get one for every minute you were late." My eyes widened as I quickly calculated 63. 63 lashes?! And with that cable?! I wanted to say my safe word, I wanted to be safe from my destiny but I couldn't. I cried louder, I wailed, as the first lash connected with my skin. Every time the tough material slammed against my back it felt like a stroke of fire. He was steady and by the 15th lash my skin began to tear as the strokes landed on the same spots. I was screaming, louder than I ever had, and in my mind numbing pain I wondered if it would alert the neighbours. I knew he thought this as well, he stopped and left the room, only to return with the ring gag. He put it on, fastening it tightly as the ring stretched my mouth wide open. It felt like the sides of my mouth were being ripped apart.

"Now shut the fuck up." He continued the forceful whipping, my entire back was on fire by now, each lash adding to the flame. My body was giving up, I had been reduced to a vibrating constant whimper in my throat that barely escaped due to the mouth restraint. I was tired but wet. The pain along with the stimulation of the anal plug every time I writhed was making me come near to release.

By the 43rd lash I was delirious but contracting my cunt muscles, pulling my urine in and out. I could hold it no more, and soon it escaped my masochistic cunt. It did not gush out but trickled slowly as I orgasmed and uttered the name of my Master, the one who dealt me such a cruel fate. I looked down and saw stripes of hot pee streaming down my legs.

I lost count, but soon it was over. He released my hands and legs and I fall in slow motion to the floor, my joints and limbs exhausted. He sat on the computer chair and I knew I had to assume the position on the floor, sitting back on my heels with my hands on my knees. I mustered up the energy and did, only to see his cock at eye level. In my state, even with blood streaming down my back I still wished he would hoist me onto the computer desk and fuck me. His cock was throbbing and its veins even more bloody and angry. He smirked as he noticed me worshipping his member with my eyes.

"Your throat must be parched." He stroked his cock forcefully and soon shot five long streams of thick white cum into the nearby wine glass that lives here. He makes a deep grunt of approval and wraps my hair around his wrist, tilting my head backwards. He empties the massive load into my ring gagged mouth. I gag as it pools at the back of my throat but gurgle it so that it doesn't drown me. When he sees all disappear he releases me, and I slump to the floor like a puppet as the anal plug shoots out of my ass.