Page 162 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“Please, Master, please may I come?”

“Is this cunt mine?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Is it?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I'm glad to hear you say that, but you need to understand that you do not come without my permission. Do you hear me?”

I look down at the floor. “Yes, Master. I’m so sorry.”

You caress my cheek. “I know you are, sweetheart. What follows will be your punishment and then we will say no more about it. Okay?”

“Thank you, Sir.”

You reach into the toy bag and bring out an inflatable gag. "Open your mouth for me."

You insert the gag and inflate it until I can’t possibly speak, and I can barely even make a sound.

Another reach into the toy bag produces a leather hood. You place the hood carefully over my face and pull it tight. There is a click as you fasten a padlock through the base of the hood at the back of my neck.

Silence for a moment. I breathe in and smell the warm, rich scent of leather. I adjust my tongue under the gag, carefully swallowing. The pause gives me more time than I'd like to focus on the pain my nipples are in. The clamps grip me tightly and I hope they won't be on for much longer.

As if you'd heard me, you idly twirl the weights on the clamps as you talk to me. “Now, how do you punish a slutty little girl who comes without permission? What do you think I should do, Abby?”

I try to speak but of course the gag prevents me. I make a muffled 'mpphhh' noise but that is all I can manage.

"Silence for once. Nothing to say? That's not like you."

I can't see you because of the hood but I know you are grinning, enjoying this.

You twist the clamps hard, crushing my nipples even more beneath your fingers and I scream against the gag.

You slip your fingers back inside me. “Do you think you deserve to come?”

I try to speak, but I know it is useless.

“You are here to please me, aren't you?”

I nod frantically, wanting so much to answer you.

“Then pleasing me is what you shall do.”

You undo my hands and my ankles and then re-tie my hands in front of me and force me onto my back.

You stroke your fingers deep into my pussy, drawing back my juices to my bottom. You tease my clit too but pull away when I get too close.

You work a finger in and out of my bottom, lubing inside and out with my juices, then I feel the tip of your cock pressing against my tight opening and you push yourself inside slowly, carefully, and I moan at your touch.

You press yourself all the way inside me and then almost all the way out; gently at first and then speeding up. Every stroke moves the clamps on my nipples, increasing the pain.

With the hood on, I feel like an object. A body. A nothing. Something there simply for you to use for your own pleasure.

You don’t touch me at all while you do this, except to hold my hands above my head and to hold my hips in the best position for you. You don't even speak to me like you usually would, and this adds to my feeling of being a thing for use. I suspect that is the point.

I can hear your breath quickening and I know you are close. You speed up again, fucking me harder, thrusting as far into me as you can get, concentrating only on what you want.

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