Sadistic Bastard
No Mercy
The Unexpected Rings - Erotica
Psychological play....
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“All Day?!?” She asked, her voice going up into a squeek, something I rarely heard from her.
“Yes my little one, all day, and we are going to the DeYoung too…” She shifted uncomfortably and looked down, blushing a bright red.
No orgasms the entire day was the rule, and the penalty for her presumption. There was a lesson to be taught. I wasn’t truly angry, but she didn’t really know me well enough yet to be aware of the fact. I kept my voice even, resting my hand on her ass as I prepared for the next swat…and casually turned the egg inside of her up a notch.
She had shown up at my door, properly dressed as instructed. A knee length brown skirt, nice blouse, low heels, she knew she’d be walking today. Her hair was back in barrettes, and I was just about ready to tell her how nice she had looked. I was startled when she closed the door and backed up against it, her hands going to the hem of her skirt right away.
“Look!” she said with all of the enthusiasm of a 5 year old running back from the pond with a new find. As her skirt cleared her neatly trimmed and bare pusssy, there they were. Two rings, their piercings not more than a couple of days old, each twinkling at me from a lip of her labia. She had been pierced, professionally it appeared.
“Nice, who did it?” I asked as her fingers drew them forward slightly for a better view.
“Todd over at LeatherMasters…” she said, still grinning. Yes…no problem there, Todd was someone I knew, he did this for a living and was highly professional at it. The rings had already started to heal and the placement was even. The gauge of the rings was close to what I would have specified as well.
The issue was, however, that I hadn’t specified them. Or the placement. Or the fact that she could get them at all. For many submissives I had trained, this would not have been an issue. But j…well…she had a way of doing things on impulse. It made her interesting at times, but also had to be reigned in.
So she had ended up in her present position, over my knee, her ass a cheery shade of pink, rapidly turning to red as I continued to spank her. My mind raced ahead even as my hands rubbed her warm skin, soothing it for a moment while I thought.
This would require a little bit of work. I didn’t want her modifying herself on impulse, and without my permission. But I also didn’t want her to associate her new rings with something terrible either…
But there was a way to serve several purposes at once.
Re-assert control, use the rings to do it, cause her enough erotic tension to remember the day…and please me at the same time.
I patted her ass. “Up my little one, and go over to the toy box and bring me the little red bag.” I told her. She stood carefully so as to not let the egg buzzing away inside her, hopefully against her G-spot, to shift and fall out. Her small steps were not terribly graceful, or fast…she would have to do something else if she was going to keep up at the museum. Of course…I had a way to “help” her.
The bag was set in my hand, and she stood in front of me, at “present”, her hands behind her head, her legs apart, back straight. I could see the tension in her as she tried not to let the egg slip. I opened the bag. In it were seven very small locks, all identical, and a pair of keys. The key, of course, opened all of the locks in the set. I took one of the small padlocks, and slid her skirt up again. Gently, I slid the lock over the two rings, and locked it. The lock hung slightly below her lips, bringing them together through the rings. I tested the weight, it was a very light load and didn’t pose any danger to the fresh piercings.
“Now my little slut, I have the key, and your pussy is Mine in a real sense. You may relax your position, and walk around the room.” She relaxed, a perplexed look on her face. She walked, I could see her tying to get used to the dangling lock between her legs, the feel of the egg now more securely inside of her with her pussy “locked” closed. I turned the egg up another notch. As she walked, I sauntered over to the chest, and brought out a toothed clamp.
“Now, my dear little j, if you cum, the clamp will go on your clit for the rest of the day. If you cum twice, then you’ll wear the clamp after we get home, and while you’ll spend the night…you will do so with your pussy locked and clamped. Cum three times…and…” I brought out the inflatable plug. It was a two edged sword…I knew that having the plug in her ass AND the egg in her pussy would work on her to the point that she would probably go into multiple orgasms eventually…something she loved…but also became over-stimulated with. It would become uncomfortable, then a true punishment after about 20 minutes. She gave me a long look. She knew what it would become too...
“If you are good, my plaything, I will give you the key to the lock later.”
She turned her head to look at me.
“What is ‘good’, sir?” I grinned at her as she asked, she was learning.
“Good, today, is obedient.” I told her and she nodded. “If I tell you to walk a certain way, you will do it immediately. If I tell you to bring your tits out of your blouse, you will do it, if I tell you to kiss a stranger, you will do it…and all without your usual sass, understood?” She nodded again, I could see the gears turning behind her eyes.
“Now, lets go to the museum.” I slipped the egg’s controls into my pocket.
“Sir…” she looked uncomfortable.
“Yes j?” I paused.
“What if…I…um…have to go.” She said, blushing again.
“My dear j, you gave me your body when you requested training. You modified MY Possession without asking, and now, you’ll just have to hold it until I decide to unlock you and let you take out the egg.” I knew that her need to go to the bathroom would intensify her awareness of her puss even further. I had no intention of making her wet herself…but I also would make her wait a while. Maybe I could even turn that to an advantage…mmmm….make her ask someone else to unlock the lock? Or leave it ambiguous if I’d let her go at all…that would keep her mind busy… I thought about it as I handed her her coat.
So many possibilities…..and the day was young.
-SB
Psychological play....
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“All Day?!?” She asked, her voice going up into a squeek, something I rarely heard from her.
“Yes my little one, all day, and we are going to the DeYoung too…” She shifted uncomfortably and looked down, blushing a bright red.
No orgasms the entire day was the rule, and the penalty for her presumption. There was a lesson to be taught. I wasn’t truly angry, but she didn’t really know me well enough yet to be aware of the fact. I kept my voice even, resting my hand on her ass as I prepared for the next swat…and casually turned the egg inside of her up a notch.
She had shown up at my door, properly dressed as instructed. A knee length brown skirt, nice blouse, low heels, she knew she’d be walking today. Her hair was back in barrettes, and I was just about ready to tell her how nice she had looked. I was startled when she closed the door and backed up against it, her hands going to the hem of her skirt right away.
“Look!” she said with all of the enthusiasm of a 5 year old running back from the pond with a new find. As her skirt cleared her neatly trimmed and bare pusssy, there they were. Two rings, their piercings not more than a couple of days old, each twinkling at me from a lip of her labia. She had been pierced, professionally it appeared.
“Nice, who did it?” I asked as her fingers drew them forward slightly for a better view.
“Todd over at LeatherMasters…” she said, still grinning. Yes…no problem there, Todd was someone I knew, he did this for a living and was highly professional at it. The rings had already started to heal and the placement was even. The gauge of the rings was close to what I would have specified as well.
The issue was, however, that I hadn’t specified them. Or the placement. Or the fact that she could get them at all. For many submissives I had trained, this would not have been an issue. But j…well…she had a way of doing things on impulse. It made her interesting at times, but also had to be reigned in.
So she had ended up in her present position, over my knee, her ass a cheery shade of pink, rapidly turning to red as I continued to spank her. My mind raced ahead even as my hands rubbed her warm skin, soothing it for a moment while I thought.
This would require a little bit of work. I didn’t want her modifying herself on impulse, and without my permission. But I also didn’t want her to associate her new rings with something terrible either…
But there was a way to serve several purposes at once.
Re-assert control, use the rings to do it, cause her enough erotic tension to remember the day…and please me at the same time.
I patted her ass. “Up my little one, and go over to the toy box and bring me the little red bag.” I told her. She stood carefully so as to not let the egg buzzing away inside her, hopefully against her G-spot, to shift and fall out. Her small steps were not terribly graceful, or fast…she would have to do something else if she was going to keep up at the museum. Of course…I had a way to “help” her.
The bag was set in my hand, and she stood in front of me, at “present”, her hands behind her head, her legs apart, back straight. I could see the tension in her as she tried not to let the egg slip. I opened the bag. In it were seven very small locks, all identical, and a pair of keys. The key, of course, opened all of the locks in the set. I took one of the small padlocks, and slid her skirt up again. Gently, I slid the lock over the two rings, and locked it. The lock hung slightly below her lips, bringing them together through the rings. I tested the weight, it was a very light load and didn’t pose any danger to the fresh piercings.
“Now my little slut, I have the key, and your pussy is Mine in a real sense. You may relax your position, and walk around the room.” She relaxed, a perplexed look on her face. She walked, I could see her tying to get used to the dangling lock between her legs, the feel of the egg now more securely inside of her with her pussy “locked” closed. I turned the egg up another notch. As she walked, I sauntered over to the chest, and brought out a toothed clamp.
“Now, my dear little j, if you cum, the clamp will go on your clit for the rest of the day. If you cum twice, then you’ll wear the clamp after we get home, and while you’ll spend the night…you will do so with your pussy locked and clamped. Cum three times…and…” I brought out the inflatable plug. It was a two edged sword…I knew that having the plug in her ass AND the egg in her pussy would work on her to the point that she would probably go into multiple orgasms eventually…something she loved…but also became over-stimulated with. It would become uncomfortable, then a true punishment after about 20 minutes. She gave me a long look. She knew what it would become too...
“If you are good, my plaything, I will give you the key to the lock later.”
She turned her head to look at me.
“What is ‘good’, sir?” I grinned at her as she asked, she was learning.
“Good, today, is obedient.” I told her and she nodded. “If I tell you to walk a certain way, you will do it immediately. If I tell you to bring your tits out of your blouse, you will do it, if I tell you to kiss a stranger, you will do it…and all without your usual sass, understood?” She nodded again, I could see the gears turning behind her eyes.
“Now, lets go to the museum.” I slipped the egg’s controls into my pocket.
“Sir…” she looked uncomfortable.
“Yes j?” I paused.
“What if…I…um…have to go.” She said, blushing again.
“My dear j, you gave me your body when you requested training. You modified MY Possession without asking, and now, you’ll just have to hold it until I decide to unlock you and let you take out the egg.” I knew that her need to go to the bathroom would intensify her awareness of her puss even further. I had no intention of making her wet herself…but I also would make her wait a while. Maybe I could even turn that to an advantage…mmmm….make her ask someone else to unlock the lock? Or leave it ambiguous if I’d let her go at all…that would keep her mind busy… I thought about it as I handed her her coat.
So many possibilities…..and the day was young.
-SB
