Dawdling Won't Be Tolerated

At precisely five minutes to eight I stood outside your bedroom exactly as you had demanded at dinner. I wore exactly what you had commanded, black six inch opened toed "cum fukk me" heels. The black leather garter-belt wrapped my slim waist holding up black seamed silk stockings. Leather cuffs were locked about each wrist and ankle. With moments to spare I checked and double-checked to make absolutely sure the seams in my stockings were perfectly aligned with the backs of my legs. As I waited I couldn't help but notice the throbbing agony emitted by my very swollen nipples. The pain of my nipples was a constant reminder of the furious torture they had suffered that very afternoon gripped so horribly in the jaws of a half dozen powerful alligator clamps.

As the clock stuck 8 pm I entered your room. Not surprisingly the room was empty. I walked quickly toward the huge king size bed, which dominated the room. Just as quickly I crawled onto the bed. Then just as you had ordered I lay upside out on my tummy. I shuttered in agony as my sensitive nipples made contact with the bed linen. I gasped softly as the weight of my body crushed my swollen buds harder into the mattress. The burning hellfire ripping throughout my nipples became nearly impossible to bear as I crossed my wrists behind my back. Then, as per your instructions, I spread my legs as wide as I possibly could. There I lay quite still, open, available and oh so god damn willing.

And then I waited ... and I waited ... and I waited, my bruised, swollen and burning nipples a constant reminder of the submissive fukktoy I have become; your fukktoy, your property. After an eternity I lifted my head trying to find a clock within my limited view. Not unexpectedly there was none. After all time has no meaning for you. Only love, devotion and total obedience have meaning in your realm. Total and absolute obedience is both demanded and expected. Shortcomings are dealt with quickly and severely as I have often, all to often, discovered.

I wanted desperately to inspect my stocking seams to insure they remained perfectly straight. But I dared not move least you make your long awaited entrance and catch me out of position. I would surely pay dearly for such a gross transgression. My shoulders ached relentlessly as I maintained my submissive and revealing pose. Beads of sweat formed on my nearly naked body. Yet my heart raced with anticipation. My only companion being the flaming agony burning into my crushed nipples. The throbbing fireballs holding me tightly in their unrelenting grasp. And still I waited ... and I waited ... and I waited ... I waited ... waited ... waited ... waited. For what I knew not ...expect that you had ordered it be so. And your will must be severed.

My eyes flashed wide open as I sensed movement behind me. I waited, ears straining for the slightest sound ... nothing. And still I waited ... and I waited ... and I waited ... I waited ... waited ... waited ... waited. Minutes passed or was it hours or days or an eternity or two. Does it matter? I knew that somewhere, someplace you were watching, laughing perhaps. Completely enthralled by the absolute obedience of your pussypet, your fukktoy. Yes, your fukktoy then now and forever more.

After forever, tears of joy welled in my eyes as my ears perceived the unmistakable soft rustle of fine silk. The elegant scent of your perfume came drifting to my nose. I KNEW YOU WERE NEAR. I could feel the warmth of your love. I wanted so badly to turn my head and gaze upon your voluptuous beauty. To see your full lips smile with delight as you surveyed my submissive pose, enjoying my naked female charms. The pose you had demanded, the female charms that you owned. But, I dared not to move least I incite your wrath.

Soon enough I felt the cuffs on my wrists being locked in place just above my bare ass. I didn't resist at all. Then I felt new leather cuffs being buckled to each thigh just above the knee. A three-foot spreader bar was locked between my knees making it impossible to close them. A chain was locked to my ankle cuffs. Then I felt my ankles being pulled back til they nearly touched my thighs. The ankle chain was then locked to my wrists. It had only taken minutes, I supposed, to lock me into this unforgiving classical hogtie position. Now I was merely a bound and naked barbiebitch, existing exclusively for your pleasure.

Complete stillness returned to the room. I imaged hopefully you standing behind me smiling as your beautiful hazel eyes gazed upon the naked loveliness of your creation, enthralled with your total control. Your total power and my absolute obedience to your will. I shivered visibly as I anticipated the bittersweet delights I was sure would soon follow.

Soon enough I felt a poking at my ass. I moaned softly at the not so gentle prodding as my "motor" had been idling for a long ... long.... long time by then. I trembled and twisted a bit as the poking instrument entered my most secret of openings. The slight movement brought a sharp reminder of just how sore and sensitive my nipples were. Yet wantonly I ground my ass up to meet the invading probe, ignoring the burning agony in my titties. I could feel my ass being forced open, nearly splitting me in two. Ripping me apart. Yet I stifled my groans of agony, as I knew my suffering was your will.

Silence again returned to room, the room of my Queen, upon whose bed I had the pleasure to suffer. And suffer I did. All was still except the blazing fires of hell that raged throughout my naked plaything of a body. Hell fires burning deep into my crushed and oh so puffy nipples. Hell fires that blazed from my torn open ass. Hell fires ripping thru my aching muscles. Ahh, but my sweet delicious Queen did grant me one freedom. The freedom to suffer. To suffer her pleasure. And as I again waited for the unknown I did pleasure my Queen. For that is all I am meant to do, give pleasure. You knew it and above all I knew it.

Was She watching, perhaps sitting upon Her throne beyond my limited range of vision? I knew not. I dared to twist my head as much as possible in an effort to catch even a fleeting glimpse of my gorgeous and dearly beloved Queen. But not unexpectedly my only reward was yet another round of horrid agony. I was once again reminded of just how sensitive my tortured tittie nipples were to even the slightest movement.

Yet even in my misery the warmth deep between my spread and bond thighs broke into a full-fledged fire. Oh god yes how my "motor" was "revving" up to speed and it certainly wasn't lacking for "oil". My thoughts gyrated wildly between the pain and pleasure that raked my helpless naked body. My mind processed a thousand thoughts per second a million sensations. Yet the one sensation I was so willing to accept the one I was in desperate need of continued to be denied.

At my wits end and unable to control my carnal passions any longer I pressed my hips wantonly into the firm mattress praying beyond all reason that it would show me mercy and press back. I did my best to ignore the livid pain this tiniest of movements caused my besieged nipples. Alas my heart fell again beaten as the mattress showed no mercy at all.

"Be still, my sweet," the melodic voice of my Owner intoned sternly. I heard the unmistakable rustle of my Queen's fine silks again as She once more moved about the room. A hint of fine perfume assaulted my senses. A warm breathe on my neck, the tender touch of my Mistress's velvety tongue. A whispered but nonetheless sinister warning in my ear, "don't move a muscle, cunt, unless you desire another visit by your nipples cruel lovers."

Such a totally diabolical dictate I had never before been given. A quiver of fear swept though my hogtied body. Tears trickled down my flushed cheeks as I realized the impossibility of it all. I was destined to fail. I knew it even as tears dripped from my cheeks on to the bed covering. And, even worse she knew it as well. Unable to see I could only imagine the beautiful smile of sadistic lust that no doubt lite-up the refined features of Queens face.

A soft warm tongue nibbled at my ear. Her tongue. My "motor" raced. A finger slither tenderly through my slit. My "motor" red lined. Instantly I on was on the very brink of orgasm bliss. My naked body trembled with pent up lust. Or did it? Mistress seemed not to notice.

A tongue probed my ear as a finger slipped ever so slowly into my pussy. Forgotten was the crushing agony of my nipples, the splitting of my ass and the aching cramps of my muscles. I wanted so desperately to grind my hips back into the finger teasing my love hole but I dare not. Only supremely inhuman efforts keep me from moving. Yet my need for sweet release was growing beyond my meager controls. As quickly as the velvety finger had been thrust upon my needful hole it was gone. My pussy was left wanting and needing. Ohhh god fucking yes sooo fucking needful.

The hot seductive tongue at my ear continued to ply it's ohhh sooo wicked trade. After an eternity or two or three your loving finger again slipped slowly in to the center of my world. The hot, wet throbbing center of my world. Then in the blink of an eye it was gone. I wanted so badly to scream "nooooooo" but I could not I dared not. Without warning the finger torturing my cunt was back. I wanted to shriek "ysssssssssss ohhhh fukkkkkkkk ysssssss" but I could not I dared not. You slammed your finger to the hilt into my drenched fukkhole and then began to retract it slowly to the rim of my opening. It took super human effort to control the urge to flex my hips. God how I needed that finger, wanted that finger, loved that finger. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs "FUCK ME YOU BITCH PLEASEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeee FUCK MEEEEEeeeeeeeeee," but I couldn't.

As the torturing finger lightly played at the opening on my honey hole my defenseless body spasmed. Or did it I didn't fucking know. I was lost in the horrid hell of unending desire and need. Again the finger was thrust powerfully into my so wanting pussy. Shivers swept throughout my body from head to toe. Then again ever so slowly, slower than before my torture Queen began to withdraw her magic finger. "Pleaseeeee nooooooooooo please don't take it away. Pleaseeee, please, please, please just fuck meeeee" I wanted to beg but I dared not. Then in a forlorn moment the magical finger was gone. A guttural groan of utter despair slipped from between my lips.

The teasing tongue still dared maddeningly about my ear even as I neared my limits of endurance. Again your wicked finger slipped just inside my pussy. Carnal waves of pleasure again crashed over my helpless body. Once more the evil finger slammed hard into my abused cunt. And once again it began its maddening retreat. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks. "Pleaseeeeee nooooooooooo," my mind screamed, "pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee don't take it away. OHHHH FUCKING GOD PLEASEEE DON'T PULL IT OUTTTTT" yet I dared not say a word. I had no choice but accept that which you my Mistress wished to give. After all a naked and hogtied girl doesn't have many choices now does she?

In a nano second of weakest I flexed the muscles lining my pussy down hard on your magical finger. God how I wanted to hold that velvet like finger in me. Instantly you flew into a rage ripping your finger from my most feminine hole.

The magical tongue was gone from my ear as you stood up right beside the king sized bed. "You fucking greedy bitch," You hissed, "didn't I warn you not to move? Didn't I? Didn't I?" They were questions requiring no answer. "God damn it, whore, I give you a chance to make amends and this is how you behave, ignoring my commands," You my beloved Queen continued your tirade.

Hands fumbled roughly with my bound ankles. The pure unadulterated agony of a million sharp needles assaulted my body from very angle. You freed my legs while leaving the spreader bar between my knees and my wrists tightly bound behind my back. My not at all innocent body spasmed violently as the rough handling caused fresh rounds of hellish agony. As I tried to catch my breath I felt myself being pulled from the bed. My tortured tittie nipples paid a horrible price all in pain as they were dragged rudely across the mattress. And in a split second I felt myself in free fall as I was rolled unceremoniously from the bed landing with a window-shaking thud on the floor.

Almost before I hit the floor my Mistress Queen hissed, "Kneel up, slut. Kneel up NOW!" Such a simple command yet nearly impossible in its execution given the spreader bar buckled between my knees and the fact that my wrists were still locked firmly behind my back. However, I was in no position to argue or debate, as you my Venus Queen never accept excuses. It took several minutes of struggling but I was finally able to achieve the submissive position that my Owner/Mistress desired.

Glancing up at my Mistress it wasn't surprising to behold the grin of superiority upon her lovely face. Nor was it unexpected to find that in her right hand she held what appeared to be several cruel nipple clamps. My body visibly cringed with fear and foreboding. I couldn't imagine that my abused tittie nipples could endure another round of those evil clamps. Glancing down I was not shocked to find that me love buds had turned an ugly reddish purple in color and swelled to nearly three times their normal size. The awful pain that still radiated from them told me my eyes didn't lie. How could a mere girl of soft flesh be expected to endure even more soul crushing agony? But in my helpless pose I had no choice but to accept the will of my Owner.

In a moment my mind was returned to reality as you presented one cold steel nipple clip to my lips. Softly and tenderly I kissed the horrid clamp with its sharp and unforgiving teeth. I used my tongue to caress the evil clip with its sharp and unmerciful teeth. I knew what I had to do, you have trained me well. Gently, lovingly, I tongued the awful object, knowing all the time that it would soon be making it's own special love to the defenseless flesh of my tittie nipple.

You pulled the clamp from my loving tongue preparing to attach it to my left nipple. Tears freely rolled from my eyes as I shook my head nooooooooooo. My long auburn hair was tossed about and I shrunk from the approaching clamp. Yet there was no escape. Through tear stained eyes I saw you smirk as you held the hideous clamp where my poor right nipple had been a split second before. She smirked broadly as she opened the jaws of the menacing and I knew what I had to do. Summoning all the courage I could muster I gained a smidgen of control over my horror struck body. Slowly I returned to my former position placing my severally abused nipple squarely between the fearsome jaws of the ohhh sooo evil clamp that my Mistress continued to hold open. I steeled my nerves for the god-awful agony that I knew would overwhelm my being at any instant.

Without warning you allowed the clamp to close upon my nipple. White-hot agony exploded through my body. My body shook violently as if it could cast off the all-consuming pain. My mind shrieked, yet my courage remained strong, as only a slight animalistic gasp escaped my lips.

Another all-powerful clamp was presented to my lips for the tender and loving caress of my tongue only to take its place upon my suffering nipple. Then another and another and another and my tongue made love to them all before they assaulted my innocent and ohh so sensitive nipples. On and on my nipples were attacked without mercy by their cruel lovers. Until four clamps circled each nipple a fifth had been placed upon the very tip of each love bud. The agony was nearly impossible to bear. The clamps buried themselves so deeply into my swollen nipple flesh that their evil jagged teeth like jaws couldn't be seen. My salty tears flowed freely hitting the floor between my spread knees as they dripped from my chin. Now and them fits of violent convolutions raked my tortured body. I did my best to control my quaking body as it only caused my titties to bounce about unleashing more rounds of murderous pain.

In a brief flash of awareness I realized that you had retreated from your stance over me and taken a seat in your chair. You had removed your elegant black leather skirt and spread your lovely legs. You had scooted your love nest to the front edge of your throne and having slipped off your heels you draped your legs over the arms of the chair. I couldn't help but drink in the delicious sight of your most feminine charms, so smooth and inviting. Your Lady goo glistened upon the petals of your blooming rose bud.

For a nano second my agony was forgotten. But my momentary reprieve was short lived indeed as yet another tidal wave of pain crashed down upon my soul. Through my fog of misery I perceived your gorgeous smile. "Cum, feast upon Your Queen," You mocked in your always sweet and ohh so sexy voice.

Your feast of delicious delights awaited, a mere ten feet from my ever so wanting tongue. Yet in my bound position it seemed beyond a thousand miles. The spreader bar locked between my knees made it impossible to creep forward more than an inch or two at a time. Every movement caused my tittie nipples to flop about unmercifully causing new rounds of shearing agony. I struggled forward as best I could yet my progress was agonizingly slow, ohhhh sooo fringing slow. My progress measured in inches per minute perhaps, megatons of suffering per second for sure.

At long last my goal was within reach your chair only three feet distant. At the same moment I sensed a shadowy female figure standing silently at the doorway of your bedroom. "Tiffany," You spoke cheerfully, "do come in, my lovely. You're right on time. You may kneel beside my barbiedollbitch." The tall slave girl, over six feet, and slender, no more than 130 pounds, walked gracefully into the room upon her pink six inch high heels. Tiffany's generously proportioned yet perky breasts swung provocatively as she walked the few feet to my side. Her hard nipples begging for attention.

Tiffany's pink garter-belt, stockings and lipstick accented her short blonde hair perfectly. Her arms were held behind her back by a six-inch chain attached to leather cuffs buckled just above each of her elbows. While this effectively limited the use of her arms it also forced her delicious breasts well forward making them ever more prominent. Without a word my gorgeous sister in submission knelt beside me.

As my orders had not been changed I continued to struggle forward towards you and the grandeur between your open legs. Suddenly you swung your right foot pushing it into my unprotected left tittie. The mind shearing pain that followed caused my last shred of endurance to evaporate much like a drop of water dripped onto a hot skillet. I screamed weakly as the last of my tolerance was stolen away. Only my total devotion to you, my Queen, kept me from collapsing into a sobbing mass of naked female flesh.

As my whimpered testimony of unbearable suffering subsided you spoke again, such horrid words you spoke, "Tiffany, my pet, barbiedoll seems reluctant to feast upon her Queen's treasures." You laughed smugly as you swung your foot away from my horridly pain racked tittie to again drape it over the arm of your throne. "You have no such reluctance do you, my dear sweet pussypet?"

"No Ma'am," came the expected response in Tiffany's seductive voice.

"Then feast, my blonde lovely, feast," You purred, "you, my clumsy barbiedoll, may amuse your Queen's toes."

Tiffany breezed past me in her haste to nestle between your shapely and athletically toned thighs. In a flash her blonde head was buried in your ever so sweet treasure trove of sensual delight. Tiffany's tongue worked it's magic quickly as your soft moans of joy attested.