My Tortured Slave (Part 1) - Sex Stories

My Tortured Slave (Part 1)

... won’t ask you again!” her surprise turned to hatred, and she glared at me. This only turned me on more. “I was having orgasms just fine sir” she said through barred teeth. “I felt you weren’t enjoying yourself enough” I produced a small jar with a clear jell “this is for the chafing; spread your legs for me. I trust I won’t have to tie your hands.” She nodded still glaring at me. I got down on the floor and crossed my legs, her snatch just in reach of my hands. She slowly opened her legs to me using her hands to support herself the plastic cuffs still on them. “Now your hands are going to stay there and if I see them touch your pussy I will…” I thought for a second “it will be a surprise, understand?” I smiled mischievously at her. She nodded. I pinched her clit hard, she shrieked in pain closing her legs but keeping her hands at her side. “Speak up girl! I won’t ask you again I don’t want to see any of this nodding, always reply verbally” “Yes Sir!” “Good now open your legs” Satisfied, I took a glob of jell and slowly began to rub it around her clit. The ointment would increase the speed of healing but I would need to play with some other part of her while I let it heal. While I was rubbing her she grinding her hips into my hands to match my motion, using my movements to get herself off. She unintentionally made it slow and sexy, and I could tell that it was painful to the touch but for her the pleasure was worth it. I had finished applying the ointment, but I still teased ...

... her sensitive clit, rubbing around it and flicking it gently, ever so often inserting a finger into her to poke around. Her face was in ecstasy, eyes closed, ragged breaths coming through her gorgeous full lips, eyebrows furrowed and neck flexed. Her breath quickened and she began to move faster, I could feel that she was close to an orgasm. She began to shudder and her pussy flexed tight. I slowly moved my hands away from her. She opened her eyes and looked at me doing a poor job of hiding her disappointment. I smiled as her hands twitched but did not move. She tried to get herself to orgasm with her legs but I snapped at her to keep them open. She sat there frustrated until the feeling passed. And I started again. I was able to get her close, three times before she said something, the frustration and annoyance showed through in her voice. “Just let me finish already” “I’m done. I’ve had it. I’ve told you multiple times to address me properly; I’ve let it slide, but not anymore” I stood up angrily and looked down at her. “What are you going to do sir?” she said quietly emphasising the sir. She looked up with apologetic eyes, but I could see the hatred behind them. “We will try something different” she silently shook her head, I smiled at this. “It will be a surprise to you, a different type of torture, no pain involved.” She swallowed, hanging on my every word “Up until now I have only punished you when you have been bad.” “I’ve tried to follow your instructions” “Not well ...