The Battered Lamp Chapter Eleven: The Heart of the Warrior - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Eleven: The Heart of the Warrior

... girl's eyes. “Will you submit and be my prize?” Britney asked. “What does that mean,” she mumbled. “I will take you as my mate and love you forever.” “Fuck that!” Slap! “You will address me as Mistress until I tell you otherwise, Prize!” “Bitch!” Slap! “I can keep this up all night.” A sullen glare was her answer. “Good.” Britney walked to her BDSM collection and picked up the nipple clamps. “Do you know what these are?” she asked, holding them up and working them open and close. “No.” “No, what?” “No...” Britney raised her hand. “...Mistress.” “Nipple clamps,” Britney answered. Hazel eyes widened. “Oh, no! You're not going to?” She gasped as Britney clamped the first one on her right nipple, squeezing the pink nub between the metal teeth. She screamed in pain when the second one clamped her left nipple. Britney smiled, and stroked her cock. “Do you want me to take them off?” “Yes!” moaned the girl. “Please! Please, Mistress!” “Beg me to fuck you,” Britney answered. “What?” “Beg for me to stick my hard cock into your pussy,” Britney purred, tugging on a nipple clamp. “Never!” “Okay,” Britney smiled, and picked up a the ball gag. “Time for bed, I think.” “You're not going to take them off, Mistress?” sobbed the girl. “They hurt.” “I know. Pain is a good conditioner.” Britney walked to the bed, the ball gag stretched between her hands. “Just ask me to fuck you, and they come off.” “No! I'm not going to let some tranny freak fuck me!” Britney grasped her chin, and pushed the ...

... ball gag towards her mouth. “No, wait!” she begged. “Are you really going to make me sleep like this?” “Of course.” “You don't need to gag me.” “I cannot have you casting spells while I am sleeping.” “But...” A tear leaked down her face. “How can I ask you to take off my nipple clamps if I'm gagged?” “You mean, in the middle of the night, you might reconsider and want me to fuck you?” “Maybe,” she whispered. “Then you better ask now, otherwise I am going to bed.” Her lip quivered. “Please, Mistress.” “Please, what?” “Fuck me.” “With my freaky, tranny cock?” “Yes.” “I am not a tranny,” Britney hissed, and pushed the ball gag towards her mouth. “I am a hermaphrodite.” “I'm sorry, Mistress,” she begged. “Please fuck me with your wonderfully beautiful, hermaphrodite cock.” Britney manhandled her onto her stomach and slapped her cute ass, mounting her prize. “You said you'd take them off!” she protested. “Please, Mistress, they hurt.” “After you have climaxed on my cock and made me orgasm,” Britney promised. “That's not—” Britney slapped her perky ass. “I said I would remove them after you agreed, I did not say when I would remove them. Now if you are going to whine, I will insert the ball gag and you can stay like that all night.” “I'm sorry.” Britney raised her hand to slap her ass. “Mistress!” she quickly squeaked. “So you want me to fuck your cunt and, after we have both orgasmed, remove your nipple clamps?” “Yes, Mistress,” she nodded. Britney smiled, laying her naked body ...