I got my drink and a snack, paid the clerk, walked to the car scanning as I was getting in — The door guy was in his car watching me. I pulled out and he pulled with me turned right and headed towards my house, he turn left out of sight. By this time Aisling was a moaning slithering slave, her juices pooling in her suit and my leather seat — Damn it is hard to get pussy juice out of leather. I click the remote two more times and Aisling arched her back.
“Slave, you do not have permission to cum right now. You must wait; trust me it will be the best one yet.” I said with care and love in my voice. The vibrators were close to max and I still had another twenty minutes before I got to the house. I drove in silence except Aisling was moaning, groaning, and crying; her muffled plea for an orgasm fayed to cries of frustration, to begging. About ten minutes from the house, I pulled over and untied her head from the headrest, unzipped the hood, and removed the gag. I gave her a water bottle and told her to drink before she said one word. She drank half the bottle before stopping to look at me in the eyes.
“You may speak little one,” I said kissing her cheek, and nibbling on her right ear lobe — a place I knew was one of her hot spots, God I love it when I am right.
“Oh…God MAASSSSTTTTEEERRR….the vibrators….OH, MASTER…PLEASE MERCY…MERCY…I…MASTER…PLEASE…” Aisling yelled.
“What does my slave want? You need to tell me, Slave! If I can grant it, I will grant it, if I cannot, you’ll be on your own.” I whispered in her ear listening to her heavy rapid breathing the struggle to keep the mounting orgasm at bay. Her determination to follow my rule, she did not know it but she was doing one hell of a job not to orgasm so far. I still had four more clicks to Max out.
“Slave, I asked you a question. I expect you to answer me.” I commanded her while licking underneath her ear down her neck — bingo shivers I love that about her.
“OH…Maaasssttteerrr…..I…I…I…OH…SHIT NO…NO…NO…NO! Master may this slave cum for your pleasure Please Master. I will accept any punishment you offer, I will accept any form of punishment you provide. OH, MASTER…PLEASE….I bend myself to your commands. But I am begging you to please let this slave have her orgasm…OH…NO…NO…NO MASTER…..NO NO NO….Ohhhhh….aaaaahhhhh….NO NO NO..” Aisling was very close; I must say that not even Jenny has lasted this long in the suit. I was impressed with Aishling’s devotion.
“Master, please. OHHHHH….NO…NO…NO….MASTER! “Aisling held it off grunting in pain not letting the wave of the orgasm consume her. She looked into my eyes and I into hers — finding determination, devotion, love, lust, and pain rolled into one look, her face red from the strain of holding off. I smiled reached up gabbed both her nipples through the leather still gazing into her eyes, pinched the nipple into the leather. Aisling screamed but still did not cum without my permission. I turned back around put the car in gear and drove to my house. Aisling was whimpering the rest of the way home. I was pissed, listening to her cry about no orgasm and how humiliated she is dressing like this and a lot of teenage princess shit all over again. I got out of the car, did not open Aisling’s door walked into the open garage to the kitchen; I clicked the remote four times and put her in MAX — that shut her up. I found my slaves eating some fruit.
In my pissed quiet voice through clenched teeth, I said, “Jennifer, Samantha, and Jessica please go to the car and pick up the slut then take her immediately to the dungeon strip her naked, leave the trainers in. I want her on the chains in three minutes or your asses will be very striped shall I say.”
“Yes, Master’ they said and moved to do as I instructed. I walked into my study, sat at my desk, and opened the bottom drawer, pulled out the “Gentleman Jack” bottle an old friend gave me once for help with a computer issue. Pouring my three fingers, I started to think why I was pissed; she did not seem to understand the dynamics of our relationship. Oh maybe show her the dynamic, yes explain it to her. Got it.
I walked down the basement stairs where George and I had designed a dungeon fit for the Twelfth century. Really neat stuff down here, a stretching rack, St. Andrew’s Cross, Spanking and breeding benches, two different types of stocks; one for punishment the other for breeding. Aisling arms above her head attached to the ceiling chains and her feet clipped to the floor-mounted hooks. Naked with the bottom half of the harness secured to her body. The butt plug and dildo were still embedded into her holes. I looked at the remote, still set to max. I grabbed ahold of Whisper — a long thin wicker branch, swung it to make the effective noise of a whisper; hence the name. I turned to Aisling; her beautiful full round ass was my target for the evening.
“Gag the bitch. I am tired of hearing her whine. Use the seven-inch one, Jenny.” I watched as Jenny secured the penis gag into Aisling’s mouth. With Whisper in my hand, I swung for the hills.
across her left and right breast on top of her nipples with the rings. Aisling opened her eyes wide but a muffled almost silent scream came out, she looked directly at me. Wanting to say something but could not because her nipples were on fire and the gag in her mouth.
“Tammy, Ice cube the left, Jessica the right” With a bowl of ice cubes the girls, rubbed Aishling ringed nipples. A muffled moan escaped out of her gagged mouth her head lulling to the left her eyes closed. I let the ice cubes do their job numbing her nipples. I motioned the twins to back away.
I motioned for them to ice cube her nipples.
Aisling rocked awake when she felt her nipples light off into searing pain then instant cold. It was driving her nuts; Oh god…no…no he is not going to make me cum abusing my tits. She moaned again just thinking about it made her want it.
I watched as Tammy and Jessica rubbed the ice cubes around Aishling’s nipples. She had received thirty direct nipple-biting hits from Whisper, still, she had not orgasmed.
“Jenny removed the training devices, Jessica, take out the gag, Tammy, when Jenny is done — suck her dry.” That is the term I use for Tammy to make another woman orgasm when trying to hold off. If anyone could do it, Tammy could. Tammy grabbed Aisling, before Jenny had finished, spreading Aisling’s legs wide dropped to her knees, and planted her face into Aisling’s bald pussy.
OH…FUCK! MASTER MERCY MASTER PLEASE I struck Tammy’s ass with Whisper.
“SLUT” I yelled in her ear. “I said once Slut Jessica was finished to suck her dry. YOU DID NOT FOLLOW MY INSTRUCTIONS AGAIN! You’re a pussy hungry slut that cannot follow a simple command from your Master.” “Now sit the fuck up thrust those tits out, bend backward thrust to tits up for punishment slut.” Tammy leaned back on her kneeling feet; put her hands behind her on the floor providing me with beautiful targets to abuse.