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| Works by NoAngel Untitled She entered timidly, on hands and knees, shaking with excitement and fear. Stripped down and adorned with camps and chains and forced to crawl, she shed silent tears of abject humiliation. If only she could hate this� If only for this moment she could live without this sweet torment� �No,� she thought. �I deserve this. I need to be punished. I need the discipline.� Her heavy breasts swung beneath her, weighed down by the tiny weights attached to the clamps. The tiny silver chain that connected them tinkled softly in the stillness of the room. She felt the prickle of the thick carpeting pressing to her knees and the palms of her hands. She squirmed a little, but would not raise her head to survey her surroundings. �Did you miss me, girl?� came the melodic voice that belonged to her Master. �Yes, Sir.� She replied meekly, her head bowed to hide her tears. �That�s my girl.� He patted her head absently as he left her side and crossed the room to the closet where he kept his instruments of torture. Her sex was thick and wet already from merely the thought of those toys. She could not see from her submissive position which of those he had chosen to use first. �Come here, my little puppy.� He commanded as he unfurled the leash so that it hung to the ground where she could see it. The stiff leather that she had felt on her skin so many times made her heart race in anticipation. Her nipples throbbed and her clit swelled and pulsed deliciously. She hastened to obey him, fearful that she had not done it quickly enough to please him. She knelt at his feet, pressing her hot, swollen breasts to the tickling carpet and kissed his highly polished shoes. �Ah, ah, ah, my pet. I wish to see those beauties dangling. Up, up.� Why had she done such a foolish thing? She had known that it would not please her Master. �Please don�t whip me. Please do it hard.� She thought, contradicting herself. He bent and scooped her breast up into his hand, pressing the clamp and weight into her sore nipples. He squeezed it twice and then slapped each, hard enough to make the skin red. A moan escaped her lips but she did not dare open her mouth. �Good girl.� He strode the rest of the way to the canopied bed and called to her again. �Come here, my little puppy.� He held the leash drawn tight across his lap as he sat on the bed. She scampered quickly to his feet, savoring the sensation of the heavy swing of her breasts, the crush of the carpet under her knees and the soft tinkling of the silver chain. She sat patiently, trying not to squirm as he put the collar and leash around her neck. When it was on he gave it an experimental tug to make certain it was secure. �Have you been a good little puppy?� he asked as he stroked her hair. �Yes, Sir.� He laughed. �We shall see, now, just how much you missed me.� He tied the leash to the bedpost and returned to the closet. He brought out a thick leather strap and returned. Holding it down by his side right in front of her face he asked, �Do you remember this, my pet?� �Yes, Sir.� She remembered the feel of that strap slapping against her reddened buttocks. She remembered how he had played with her afterwards, slapping it against the swollen lips of her wet sex. The sound it made against her skin as he made her spread her legs wide to receive the blows. Yes, she remembered it. �Kiss it.� He commanded. She pressed her lips reverently to the cool, smooth leather, a tear trickling down her cheek. It shamed her to think about how much she craved the sting of the strap. Strained not to adore the vicious thing for the delicious pain it caused. �That�s a good pet. You want me to whip you, don�t you?� �God yes! God no!� �Yes, Sir, if it pleases you, Sir.� �Good girl. He sat on the edge of the bed again. �Come kneel in front of me, puppy.� She was tethered close enough that she could kneel directly in front of him. She sat back on the heels of her feet, careful not to press anything to her hungry nether mouth. It would not please her Master for her to be satisfied in that way. �Hands behind your neck. Show off those gorgeous tits of yours.� He said, smiling. �Yes, Sir.� She did as instructed, keenly aware of the strap clutched in his hand. �Very nice. Good girl. It pleases me to see you this way.� He stroked her face gently, brushing the pad of his thumb across her lips, which were wet with tears. He then stroked first one, then the other of her breasts, squeezing and slapping them until her skin felt flushed and her nipples were so hard that the clamps pinched them unbearably. She adored him. He swung the strap lightly, slowly at first. Slap! Right breast� Slap! Left breast� Slap! Under her arms� Slap! Across her quivering belly� �Too much! Not enough!� �Spread your legs wide for me, slut.� He ordered. Slap! It licked gently at her bare pubis. Slap! Once more, harder. She cried out and pressed her hips forward to accept the blows more fully. He whipped her al over until she was crying out from the sweet sting and tears streamed down her face. �Turn around. Down on all fours. Let me see that beautiful little ass. Good girl.� She did as he bid her to do as quickly as she could, fearful of his displeasure, skin still singing from the strap. �Good girl.� He repeated, �You want me to whip you some more, don�t you, my little slut?� he asked as he caressed her buttocks with the hard leather. �Yes, Sir.� She whispered, ashamed, as she closed her eyes. They snapped wide open again when the first crack landed. She cried out in pain and pleasure as he took his time thrashing her. The pace increased until she could barely breathe between the blows. He whipped the wet lips of her sex then. Hard and fast, then slow and teasing. She moaned. She closed her eyes and let the tears flow freely as she rocked back and forth with the strap. �Have you had enough?� �Yes, Sir.� She weeped. He chuckled softly and slapped her buttocks one more time before he laid the strap down. �Come undress me.� He commanded as he sat on the bed again. She couldn�t quite reach him from the end of her tether so he untied her. �There, now. Come, girl. Use your teeth. You may use your hands only when necessary.� She did as her Master asked, clumsily at first, but with more skill as the task went on. She pulled his slacks off with her teeth after having removed the shoes she had kissed earlier. She fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, finally undoing them using her teeth and tongue. When she finally removed his boxer shorts the hard, throbbing cock that greeted her made her breath catch in excitement and she could feel her fluids dripping down her thighs. �Look at me.� He commanded, she obeyed. His handsome face looked down at her through deep green eyes, kindly, but with no ounce of give in them. She was his and she adored him. He was her Master. �Come and kiss me, my pet.� She kissed him, losing herself in the hot, wet feel of it. Delighting in the silkiness of his tongue as it tasted and explored her mouth, dancing with her own. He pulled her hair, making her head bend backwards. She moaned when he sunk his teeth into her neck. �You know what I want you to do, don�t you, my pet?� he purred against her ear. �Yes, Sir.� She whispered and nodded. Tentatively, she lowered her head to kiss the tip of his hard cock. A drop of moisture formed there and she delicately licked it off. Her Master moaned and she wrapped her hand around his shaft while she drew gently on the tip with her mouth. The salty taste was like an aphrodisiac to her. �All of it.� He put a hand to the back of her head, but didn�t need to coax her any further. She sank the entire length of him into her mouth and reeled in the sensation of being filled. He waited until she had been working him for several minutes and her jaw was sore from the strain before he stopped her. �That�s enough, pet.� He stroked her breast affectionately, then slapped it, making it bounce against her chest. She resumed the kneeling position, hands locked behind her neck, awaiting his next command. �Tell me how much you missed me, my little whore.� He said crossing his arms across his chest. She bowed her head, as she always did when she spoke and said, �Too much, Sir.� �You can never miss me too much, my pet. Understand?� he lifted her chin with a crooked finger. �Yes, Sir.� She said. �Good girl.� He smiled. �Now come up on the bed, my pet. I wish to see your little pussy. That�s it, now lay on your back. Spread your legs. Up in the air�good girl. Stay just like that.� He went to the cabinet and retrieved the phallus he kept there. She closed her eyes so that she didn�t have to watch him walk back to the bed with it in his hands. �You afraid of this, girl? Too big for you?� she nodded her head lamely, another tear trickling down her cheek. He chuckled softly again and placed a gentle kiss on her most private region. �OH!� she cried out. Too late, she realized her mistake as he clucked his tongue at her and shook his head in disappointment. She watched in horror and desire as he picked up the strap from the bedside table. Slap! He punished her by whipping her swollen lips. �You�re a bad girl, aren�t you?� �Yes, Sir.� Slap! �You�re sorry for opening your mouth when you weren�t told to, aren�t you?� �Yes, Sir.� Slap! Slap! �Make me believe it!� �I�m sorry, Sir!� she screamed as he whipped her again and again. She could feel her orgasm coming to the surface, but fought it. It would not please the Master for her to come this way. He would be very angry with her. �Good girl.� He stopped and put the strap away, only to pick up the thick phallus instead. He rubbed it slowly up and down her throbbing clit and she moaned, mouth closed. He inserted it slowly, teasing her. She opened her legs wider to take it in, ashamed at her own reaction, but unable to control it. She rocked her hips and arched her back as he started pounding it into her. She nearly came again, her skin flushed red, before he stopped and removed it. He grinned as he pushed it into her buttocks. �He couldn�t'�but he was. He owned her in every sense now. He held it inside her as he lowered his head to stroke her clit with his tongue. She could no longer control her passion and exploded in an earth-shattering orgasm that left her breathless. �Good girl.� He petted her damp sex and rumbled at her, his voice thick with his ardor. He removed the phallus and climbed into bed with her. �Turn over.� He ordered. �I wish to see that lovely back when I fuck you.� She moaned when he entered her and rode her hard. Their skin slapped together, slick with sweat. He wound her hair around his hand, then yanked it back, forcing her to arch her back and press her breasts into the bed. He drove her down with every plunge. She strained every muscle to meet him in his thrusts, her overheated skin burning. She shuddered in her second orgasm as he filled her with his fluids. He cried out and collapsed against her, releasing her hair. She breathed out and squirmed under the luscious weight of his body, feeling everything around her. The sweat that covered them both, the prickle of the feather comforter under the clamps that still pinched her nipples and the sweet aftermath of her orgasms. He rolled off of her and stroked her hair gently. �Good girl." He kissed her cheek. �Good girl�� |