Chapter 2
After an hour, I made my way up to the room. From the hallway, the panties clearly were not visible. I was tempted to go down to the front desk and ask them to let me into the room, but the door did open when I pushed and her panties fell to the floor, hidden inside the door so that no one else would see.
As I walked in further, I saw her hurriedly look down while she fiddled with the handcuff shackles behind her.
I walked up to her, slowly reaching down to lift her chin and look into her eyes.
“Sweet girl, do you know what you did wrong?”
“I’m sorry, Sir, I…”
I cut her off by giving her a light slap across her cheek.
“Did I give you permission to speak, slut?”
“I…”
I slapped her again.
“Are you still going to speak without permission?”
She shook her head.
“Do you know what you did wrong?”
She nodded.
“Tell me then. What were your mistakes.”
“Firstly…”
I slapped her harder.
“You just told me you had learned not to speak without permission. It looks like the lesson wasn’t learned very well.”
I unclipped her leash and then I went to the bag that was in the corner, took out a whip and shook it out.
“You need to be taught a lesson.”
I started whipping her, across her back.
“You must always ask for permission before you speak.”
She squealed as the whip curled around her shoulders.
“You must always look down, unless I give you permission.”
I started whipping harder and she writhed under the whip.
“You will do exactly as I tell you, no more and certainly no less.”
I switched to whipping her tits and that made her scream and I stopped.
“Either you hold your scream in, or I put a gag in your mouth. Nod if you want the gag.”
She nodded.
I took out an inflatable gag and strapped it around her head. I started to pump up the gag and said, “Tell me when you start to feel uncomfortable.”
A few pumps later she grunted.
I continued to pump and she grunted more and more.
“I thought I told you that we’re not here for you to feel comfortable.”
I stopped as her cheeks filled up with the gag. Then I put one hand around her throat and grabbed her hair with the other and pulled her up from her kneeling position and threw her on the bed with her legs hanging off the edge.
“I am going to start caning you. Ten strokes of the cane for every infraction you made today. You are going to count as best as you can through the gag.”
I put the squeaky toy in her hand and said, “If it gets too much, squeeze it. But for now, make sure you don’t cover your ass with your hand. Getting a cane on your knuckles is way worse than getting it on your butt.”
I raised the cane.
“First, when you came here today, you were wearing panties, which I explicitly told you not to wear.”
As I said the words, I caned her, lightly at first but by the time I said explicitly, on the fifth stroke, the cane whistled loudly as it went through the air and she noticeably jumped when it landed on her smooth ass.
She had been doing a respectable job counting till then but she almost raised herself off the bed and stopped counting.
“If you move, or if you stop counting, I’ll restart from zero.”
She froze and mumbled five through the gag and went back to her previous position.
I continued, “Secondly, you didn’t think to inform me that you had worn panties. If you had, you would have only gotten a single punishment, rather than two.”
Five more strokes, each harder than the previous.
“Thirdly, you were supposed to leave your panties visible to anyone passing by the door.”
She started yelping more as the cane came down harder with each stroke. I could see the makeup on her beautiful face start to smear.
“Fourth, you did not treat your clothes adequately when you took them off and made a mess in the room,” pointing to her clothes that were strewn across the bed.”
She made a grumpy face and looked like she wanted to argue.
“My room, my rules, bitch. You want to leave, squeeze the toy and I’ll let you go.”
She shuddered for a second and then grunted in acknowledgment.
“Fifth, you did not put on the cuffs until you heard me start to open the door.”
“Sixth, you did not keep your head down and looking at the floor in front of you, until I entered the room.”
“And finally,” I said as I increased the force. “You masturbated without permission.”
Her body drooped as she didn’t expect me to have realized. I changed the angle of my cane and it landed for the final stroke right between her legs. She screamed behind the gag but managed to grunt out the count, thirty.
The thirty strokes had left long lines of pain along her ass and thighs. Her tears couldn’t be held back anymore and her face looked beautiful in the pain she was experiencing. I reached over and deflated the gag and then took off her handcuffs.
I gently took her face in my hands and kissed her forehead. Reaching back, I rubbed the welts lightly as she winced.
“Good girl. You did well with your punishment. How are you feeling?”
She was about to speak, and then she caught herself and grunted.
“Well done. You do learn, given enough punishment! You may speak.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she said. “It hurt, but not as badly as I thought it would.”
Then she paused. “Sorry, Sir for not following your instructions. And thank you Sir for punishing this slut.”
“That’s my girl. We can train all your bad habits out of you and make you the toy that I want you to be.”
All this while my hands were roaming over her butt and thighs and then I reached between her legs to find her sopping wet pussy. I rubbed her clit gently and then harder as she moaned. “It looks like you take to a cane very well, little slut.”
She moaned louder at that. “Please Sir, may I cum?”
I rubbed her harder and then stuffed my fingers into her cunt, roughly pumping them in and out. She made a guttural sound deep in her throat. “Beg me for permission, slut. Make me feel like it’s worth my time.”
“Please Sir. This slut will do anything for you. I want to be your toy. But please, please let me cum…”
With two fingers in her cunt, I rubbed her clit with my thumb as she increasingly tensed her body that I held against me.
“Don’t cum yet, slut. I’ll tell you when to cum.”
And then I increased the rubbing and held her tighter.
“Cum for me now.”
And as she started gushing, I spanked her pussy, hard and she twitched and came. Screaming loudly enough that I wondered if they would send someone to check. And a part of me wondered if I should let them enter while she was still like this with me spanking her pussy harder and harder.
She came for a long time and then, exhausted, she slowly dropped from her high and nestled into my arms. I held my wet fingers against her lips and said, “Clean up time, girl.” She sucked my fingers clean of her juices, and then I kissed her. “You were amazing, my little slave girl. Now hush as I put some cream on your ass to help with the pain.”
She whimpered lightly as I tended to her wounds and then as I took up the cuffs again, she turned around and I put them around her wrists. Then I put her on the bed properly, covering her with the sheets as I held her close.
“The weekend has just started. Relax for now, because there’s a lot more to come.”
“Thank you Sir, I’m looking forward to it.”
Chapter 3
A while later, I asked, “Are you feeling hungry, my little cunt?” About to speak, she stopped and nodded. “Good girl. Do you want to head out?”
She shook her head.
“Very well.”
I called room service and asked for some chicken tenders and wings and a charcuterie plate. “Please make sure you send some hot sauce with the food.” Hanging up, I looked at her and mused, “I wonder what we should do with you when the food gets here. And how we should spend the time waiting. Stand up, slut,” I said, thinking about what I was going to do with her.
She hurriedly got off the bed, her hands still cuffed behind her.
“Spread your legs to shoulder width. Back straight, head straight, eyes down.”
I looked her up and down. “Very nice, I said,” cupping her tits and pulling at her nipples.
She let out a moan as I moved my hand down towards her pussy.
“Still so wet?” I laughed. “Turn around, slut.”
She turned, careful to keep her legs spread. I removed the cuffs and said, “Keep your hands behind you.” Reaching down, I felt the butt plug still in her ass from before. “Lean forward and relax, this is going to hurt a bit.”
I supported her with one hand while I slowly wriggled the plug free. She winced, but didn’t make a sound as the un-lubricated plug made its way out of the tight confines of her nether hole. “Did you lick it to lube it or did you use your wet pussy juices? You may speak, to reply.”
“I used my pussy juices, Sir.”
I brought the plug up to her face. She shied away from it, but I put it close to her mouth and she stopped moving and gave a whine. “Hold on to it for a moment,” I said, giving her no choice as I pushed the plug into her mouth.
“Mhmh.” She mumbled.
I pinched her nipple hard. “No talking without permission, or have you forgotten?” She stopped talking and I went and got a bottle of lube. “Good job lubricating it, slut, but a dedicated lube will be better.”
I took the plug out of her mouth, applied the lube and then pushed it up against her puckered opening.
“Relax and breathe normally,” I said. And then with a gentle but continuous push, the plug entered her asshole and tightened. “Stand up straight now.” I reached for an armbinder and said, “Try and see how much you can get your elbows to touch behind your back.”
I put the squeaky toy back in her hands and then slowly started sliding the armbinder up her hands and arms. As it got tighter it became a bit of a struggle, but with a final tug, her arms were encased. Reaching around, I tightened the straps around her shoulders and her tits stuck out as her arms were brought closer together behind her back.
“A little more decoration needed,” I mused and went and got a pair of nipple clamps. I leaned down and gently flicked her nipples with my tongue, causing them to tighten and then without a word of warning I closed the clamps on each nipple causing her to squeak.
“Much better,” I said. “Now kneel down.”
It was a little more difficult with her arms bound behind her, but she managed. I had gone to get a pair of straps and a clit bell.
“The bell is for my little slut to dangle from her clit when she shakes about,” I said as I tightened it over her hardening nub. I reached down and strapped her ankles to her thighs so she wouldn’t be able to straighten her legs and then I asked, “Will you keep quiet or do you want to be gagged when room service arrives. Nod if you can keep quiet.”
She hesitated and then shook her head.
“Good girl. It’s best to understand your limits.”
I retrieved a ring gag and strapped it around her head. Then I reached into her open mouth and pulled on her tongue. Then I slid my fingers into her wet cunt and then back to her mouth.
“Lick it clean.” She complied. Then I got a wand vibrator, turned it on low and strapped it to the inside of her left thigh. It was just touching the clit bell, but not quite reaching her clit. She arched her body trying to get it where she wanted it, but she couldn’t quite manage. I laughed and said, “You can keep trying, but you can’t cum without permission or you’ll be punished again.”
She mewled in frustration and shook her body trying to adjust the position of the vibrator.
“Enough of that,” I said as I reattached the leash to her collar. “Follow me.”
I tugged gently on the leash, and hobbled as she was, with her arms behind her, she nearly fell over.
“You can do it, cunt. One leg in front of the other.”
She moved her left leg and then as a result of that movement, the vibrator reached just high enough that she got a jolt and started to fall but was held up by the leash.
“Now, now,” I said. “I’ll turn it off right now if you don’t keep up.”
She visibly pulled herself back to her knees and then, gingerly, one leg at a time, followed me as I tugged on the leash. Every time she moved, her clit touched the wand and then it moved off. Just teasing her enough, but overall, more frustrating than anything else. With her slow movements and sudden stops as she balanced herself, we took a long time to reach where I was headed — the closet.
I opened the closet door and guided her inside as she looked at me with wide open eyes. “I’m glad you understand, cunt. The idea is that you will be here, enjoying yourself, while I will deal with the room service. I know you would have preferred to service the room yourself, but we’ve all got to make sacrifices.”
I laughed at my own corny joke while she tried to explain, while trying not to talk, that this was a bad idea. “Oh, you want me to turn the vibrator up a notch?” I said, pretending not to understand.
She shook her head vigorously, making the bell chime and the nipple clamps shake.
“Ok then, have fun!” I said. “Remember, if you make too much noise, you will be heard!”
Then I looped the end of the leash around the rod in the closet and after a firm tug on the nipple clamps, I closed the closet door.
From outside, the vibrator was only making a low hum, barely noticeable from even a foot away.
I put on some music and opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass for myself.
As I was about to settle down, there was a knock at the door.
“That was quick,” I said as I opened the door to a young woman pushing a cart laden with food and assortments.
“It wasn’t a large order, so it didn’t take much time,” she said as I held the door open for her. “Shall I lay out the food?”
“Yes, please,” I answered.
She looked around for my companion as she came in, looking a little puzzled.
“Should I set up one plate or two?” she asked.
“Oh she’s a bit tied up, but she’ll be eating with me, so please set up two,” I replied.
At this point, I realized that I should have put in a remote controlled vibrator, but, perhaps next time. Once the table was set and the food laid out, I gave her a tip and ushered her out.
“Thank you,” I said, closing the door gently and then walking over to the closet.
Opening it, I found her trying to hump herself against the vibrator in whatever manner she could, while nearly falling over and the leash pulling her collar tight against her throat. A small puddle of fluid was formed on the floor around her.
“Hungry?” I asked with a wicked smile.
Chapter 4
I removed her leash from the rod, turned off and unstrapped the vibrator, and led her back into the room. When we reached the table, I stopped and removed her gag. A ring gag was terrible for drool and her chin was wet.
I wiped her up and said, “I give you permission to talk during the meal, but do not abuse your freedom, cunt.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she replied after running her tongue around her mouth where the ring had sat.
I sat down at the table and had her kneel to my left. I reached down and unstrapped her thighs from her ankles.
“I don’t want to have you keep falling down when you lean forward,” I explained when she looked quizzically at me.
I reached over to the food and took up a grape from the platter and fed it to her. She chewed gently and swallowed. I spanked her with my left hand. “What do we say when we’re fed by our Masters?”
“Sorry, Sir. Thank you for feeding this slut, Sir.”
“Good girl.” I fondled her ass as I reached over for more food — A slice of salami, a piece of cheese on a cracker, a chicken tender. She nibbled them from my fingers and remembered to thank me for each bite. “Are you feeling thirsty?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Water or wine?”
“Water, please, Sir.”
Luckily the plates they provided were not shallow, so I put one on the ground and filled it with water. “Drink, slut.”
She looked nervous about falling over, but I comforted her, “I won’t let you fall, girl.” She shuffled over to the plate and started to lean forward. “Spread your legs a little to handle your body weight shifting.” And then I lifted her hair to the side and helped her reach the plate.
She started lapping at the water and then drinking from the lip of the plate as her thirst got to her. I gently caressed her back as she drank and refilled the plate as it got empty. When she was finally done, I led her back to the chair.
“Are you still hungry?”
“I’m full for now, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” she replied.
“That’s all well and good, but I haven’t eaten anything yet. Why don’t you fetch me a wing from the plate.”
She shuffled over and leaned forward to pick up a wing and then looked at me to figure out what she should do with it.
“Bring it here, slave.”
She shuffled back and I took the wing from her mouth and ate it and then put my fingers to her mouth for her to lick them clean.
As she was licking them, I was gently rubbing her pussy with my other hand. I then tasted my fingers and said, “Your pussy tastes better than the wings. Bring me another one.” After a few more pieces, I took the last piece and rubbed it against her pussy. “Eat it slut. See how good you taste.”
She nibbled at it while the heat from the sauce burned against her pussy. “Thank you, Sir,” she said.
“I think your pussy and your ass need to be warmed a bit, cunt. Don’t you agree?”
“Whatever you want, Sir.”
“Good. Come here.” I lifted her further over my legs and then spread her legs and pussy lips. Then I reached over for the hot sauce. She shivered in anticipation as I opened the bottle and let a drop fall on my finger. “Lick it.”
She did.
“Hot enough?”
“Sir, whatever you think.”
“Good answer,” I said and dripped the hot sauce on her clit. She cried out in pain and I started spanking her. “I said that you shouldn’t abuse your verbal privilege, cunt!”
“Sorry, sir!” she said as I continued spanking.
Her bottom that was just showing recovery after the caning was turning red again. “Now your ass is as warm as your pussy,” I said as I stopped.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said while whimpering as her clit still was burning from the sauce.
“Do you want some wine now?” I asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she said as she turned towards the plate.
“No. That’s for your water, little cunt puppy. You can drink from the glass today as a treat.” I held the wine glass against her mouth as she drank small sips at a time. “How are you feeling, girl?”
“I’m happy if you’re happy, SIr.”
“I’m not that happy. The room isn’t romantic enough. We have the music, but the lights are wrong. We need candle light to make it nicer. And perhaps we can watch a movie together.”
“That would be nice, Sir.”
“I have the candles, but no candlestick.”
She looked at me, suddenly afraid of what I was planning to do to her next.
“Great minds think alike! You already know what I want to do,” I said, clapping my hands.
I helped her down from my lap and then I said, “Lay down on the floor, with your head facing the television and your legs facing the chair.”
Once she had done that, I lifted her legs over her head so that her butt plug was shining on top of her like a beacon. I moved the table a little so that she had something to rest her back against, and then I started removing the plug.
“Relax and let me take it out, slut.” With a pop it came out and again, I put it to her mouth. “I don’t have a gag handy, so this should do.”
This time she accepted it without too much of a fuss.
I got the candle and lighter and gently inserted the tip of the candle in her ass. “I’m going to light it now, girl. If you don’t shake, the wax will cool and congeal before it reaches your body. If you move, the wax will land on your ass or on your cunt or even elsewhere on your body. So hold still. Unless, that is, you want to feel it!” I laughed and lit the candle. She stiffened and tried to keep from moving.
I turned down the lights and went over to the window and opened the curtains. She shook a little at that and a drop of wax landed on her butt. She whimpered, but didn’t cry out.
“Good girl,” I said. “You make the best candle stand that I can imagine!” Then I sat down and started playing a movie on the television. “I know it’s upside down for you, cunt, but you should still be able to figure out what’s happening.” It was one of the Creep movies from Insex where the old man trains a young slave.
As the scenes progressed, she was becoming more and more wet and she didn’t even flinch as the wax melted onto her body.
I reached down and tugged on her nipple clamps and pulled them off and as the blood rushed back to her tender nubs, she groaned and shook causing the wax to land on her belly and tits.
She couldn’t hold back a squeal, but the plug in her mouth prevented her from speaking, saving her from punishment.
As the movie ended, I said, “Do you want to cum?”
She nodded at me as best as she could while trying to keep the candle still.
I blew out the candle and said, “I’m going to whip the dried wax off your body and I’m going to leave your pussy for the end.”
“If you can cum with the whipping, you have my permission, but if you can’t, that’s too bad for you.”
Chapter 5
I pulled the candle out of her ass and looked at the mess surrounding her nether hole. “I think only a belt will be able to clean up the mess you made.”
She made a sound as if to say that the mess wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t stuffed a candle up her ass.
“If you had held still, it would have been fine,” I said as I retrieved my belt that I had removed the buckle from. Wrapping one end around my hand, I raised it up and brought it down on her ass.
She squealed loudly.
“Thank me for making the effort to clean up your mess, cunt. Or you’ll get way worse than this.”
“Mahnnk mff, mrr,” she mumbled behind the plug.
I continued the strokes on her ass until it was clean of candle wax and she continued to thank me after each stroke. “Hold still slut, because it’s time to clean your pussy.”
When the belt landed on her most delicate region, she shook and nearly fell over making guttural sounds that were completely incoherent.
“If you move again, I might end up hitting some other part of your body and that’s not good. If you can’t manage, I can tie you down.”
She shook her head and mumbled her thanks.
“Well done,” I said. “Here comes the next one.” I brought the belt right down on her clit and she shook and suddenly she gushed as she came and it was almost like a mini fountain of squirt. I continued to bring the belt down on her cunt until she shuddered and nearly fell. I put down the belt, reached over to her and gently lay her down. I took the plug out of her mouth, and held her as she continued to shudder from the post-orgasm shaking. “Well done. I’m proud of you! Good girl,” I gently murmured into her ear.
I slowly unstrapped the armbinder and turned her on to her side, I pulled it off her arms and then rubbed them up and down to bring the blood flow back slowly. I then held her tight as she came to her senses.
“I didn’t know I could do that,” she said. “I came from a spanking and I squirted and…” She suddenly realized she had been speaking without permission.
“Hush, girl. I’m glad you realized that you didn’t have permission. But I will overlook it this one time. How are you feeling?”
“Thank you, Sir... I don’t know how I’m feeling. This is all new to me.”
“Would you like to have a bath?”
“Yes, Sir. I would like that.”
I went to the bathroom and turned on the water, making sure that it wasn’t too hot nor too cold — Goldilocks temperature — and then I added some bath salts that the hotel had laid out.
As the water ran, I went back to her, and helped her up. She nearly stumbled after being on her knees for so long, and I held her while she steadied herself.
We slowly walked to the bath and I helped her in as the heat soaked into welts and she yelped.
“Slowly,” I said. “Let your body acclimatize.”
She relaxed in the water and I took a loofah and gently scrubbed her body clean of the last of the wax and then I leaned forward and kissed her forehead.
“Relax for however long you need and I’ll help you out when you’re done.”
I went back to the suite and cleaned up all the remnants of our play while I called room service.
They sent someone very promptly, so I shut the bathroom door while they cleared up.
A few minutes after they left, she said, “I’m done, Sir.”
I went into the bathroom and took out a towel and enfolded her in the towel as she stepped out of the bath.
I gently dried her and then led her back to the room and helped her lay on the bed.
I took some lotion and applied it to her legs and things and especially to her butt.
She still winced as I touched her, but the bruising wasn’t as bad as I expected.
“You heal quickly,” I said.
“Thank you!”
“Do you still want to be bound or do you want to be free at night?” I asked.
“Do what you want with me, Sir,” she replied.
“Good girl,” I said as I took out some rope. “Rope is nicer at night than stuff with straps and buckles.”
“Sit up. Hands behind your back and touch your elbows with the opposite hand.”
I quickly tied her wrists together and then I took a longer length of rope and started making a chest harness. Across her shoulders, between her breasts, behind her back, over her arms. Soon her upper body was a beautiful work of rope art. “Your tits need a little more attention,” I said. With another couple of lengths of rope, I tied each breast tightly so that they were almost encased in jute forming somewhat of a rope bra. “Spread your legs.”
She did and I inserted a vibrator into her once again wet pussy. “Close them tight and lie down on the bed. Face down if it’s easier for you.”
Once she was done, I took a longer length of rope and started to create a mermaid's tail with her legs, ensuring that the vibrator wouldn’t come out. Soon after she was fully trussed up, I lay her down on the bed and said, “Wait for me.”
I changed for the night and then got into bed with her. I lay her head across my lap and said, “Tonight you will be my cock warmer.”
She looked at me.
“A cock warmer is not a blowjob machine. That’s not your role. Your job is to keep my cock warm at night.”
She shuffled across and took my cock into her mouth and started moving her mouth and tongue.
I groaned and said, “That’s very nice, my cumslut. But you’re giving me a blowjob, which wasn’t what I wanted. Just lie there with my cock in your mouth and make sure it doesn’t slip out whether it grows or shrinks.”
She finally understood and stopped moving about so much. I turned the vibrator on low and she shivered.
“Good night, my little slave girl. Sweet dreams!” And then I reached out and turned off the lights.
Tomorrow was going to be an even better day.
Chapter 6
“Rise and shine, my lovely Cockwarmer!”
She turned to look at me, looking like a beautiful slave should, and I turned on the vibrator to maximum at that moment. She shuddered and was about to cum when I turned it off.
She groaned in frustration, and I said, “You didn’t ask for permission and I wouldn’t have given it anyway. It was just a teaser for the day ahead!”
I unwrapped her legs so that she could move around the room and said, “If you need to use the toilet, go ahead.”
She looked at me pitifully, so I laughed and removed her arm bindings as well. She mewed as blood rushed back into her tits and arms and looked at me as if to say that it hurt.
“You should feel lucky that I’m not telling you to use your toothbrush and toothpaste on your clit this morning!”
“Thank you for sparing your slut, Sir.”
She finished her morning routine and when she came back, I said, “We’re going out today, so pick out some clothes that you’ll feel comfortable walking in, but make sure I have access to your cunt and ass as well. Take out a jacket as well.”
While she was picking out her clothes, I got ready myself and then I took out the locking leather belt and strap.
“Put in your remote vibe and plug, girl,” I said.
Once she was done, I adjusted the belt around her waist and then pulled it in between her legs before joining it all together.
“Last chance to use the facilities before I lock you in for a while,” I said.
She shook her head, and I locked everything together. I handed her a pair of punishment spike sets and said, “Put these inside your bra before putting it on.” The tortuous spikes glinted up at her as she looked at them. “They will hurt but they won’t break your skin.”
She put them in her bra and then gingerly put it on, wincing as they touched her skin.
“A piece of advice. If you loosen your bra straps, the immediate pain will be less but every time you move you may get an unexpected jolt. If you tighten it, it will hurt more initially, but it won’t be unexpected when you walk and you’ll hopefully get used to it.”
She left the bra on the tighter side and said, “Sir, Yellow, Sir.”
“Go ahead. Tell me what you need.”
“I’m not sure I can manage this for very long.”
“I’m glad you understand your limits. If you want to take it off now itself, go ahead. Otherwise, we’ll remove it whenever you feel like it’s too much.”
“Thank you Sir. I’ll see how long I can manage.”
“Good girl. Since you’ll be gagged, one squeak for yellow, and multiple squeaks for red. Now put on the rest of your clothes.” Moving gingerly as the spikes pushed into her tender tit flesh, she put on the rest of her clothes and then when she turned to me, I said, “Arms behind your back.”
I turned her around and attached a pair of thumb cuffs so that she was effectively tied and then I also added a pair of thigh cuffs which meant she couldn’t spread her legs either. I helped her put on her shoes since she couldn’t manage it herself and then draped her jacket over her shoulders like a cape, effectively hiding her bondage. Then I said, “Open wide.”
I put in the in-mouth gag and she took a moment to adjust herself to it. “You should be able to close your lips around the gag, but if you can’t manage, I also have a face mask that you can wear to hide it. Do you want the mask?”
She shook her head and gingerly walked to the mirror to see how she looked. Her mouth looked a little stuffed, but not noticeably so.
I said, “You look beautiful, just like I expected my little slave girl would.” She looked pleased with that and I held her by her waist and guided her to the elevator. Once we got in, I turned both vibrators on their lowest setting and she shuddered in my arms. “This is what you’ve been waiting for, right slut?”
She nodded and then shook her head as if to deny her own urges.
I laughed at that and said, “Remember to not cum. You will be punished if you do without permission. Let’s get some breakfast,” I said, as we headed to the restaurant.” She looked apprehensive, but I said, “A table for two, please.”
He sat us down at a booth, and I sat next to her and whispered into her ear, “Rest your head on my shoulder and I’ll take out your gag.”
I took out the gag and put it in a bag and in my pocket.
“It will go in after the meal, and you have permission to talk during the meal.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she said.
The waiter came and took our orders and while she was talking, I kept fiddling with the vibration levels and she once had to stop and close her eyes to keep from cumming in front of him.
He looked puzzled and I said, “She just had a late night, tied up with one thing or another.”
He nodded as if he understood and then said, “I’ll be back with your food soon.”
“Sir, I don’t know if I can control it any longer if you keep the vibrator on high.”
I turned them all off and said, “We don’t want that, do we?”
She relaxed at that, and leaned into me. “Are you going to feel me in public?”
“Yes. Does that excite you?”
“Yes… I don’t know. I guess?”
I reached over to the glass of water and held it up to her lips. “Don’t want you to get dehydrated so early in the day, do we?” I said. She drank it softly as I tilted the glass. “How does the punishment bra feel?”
“It hurts. Pretty badly. But I think I can manage for now, Sir.”
“Let me know if that changes,” I said as the waiter came to the table with our order.
“Enjoy your meal,” he said after laying it out.
“Thank you.”
I placed a napkin on her lap and then taking up the knife and fork, I cut a small piece of the pancake she had ordered and then dipping it in the syrup, I brought it up to her mouth. She took it in and started eating.
“I would have preferred to dip it in your syrup, but you’re too belted for that right now. Although, soon enough your juices are going to coat the chair you’re sitting on!”
She blushed at that, but didn’t respond.
I then took a few bites of my own food and then fed her a few mouthfuls.
As we ate, I asked, “I wonder what would happen if I turned the vibrator on full, right now? Would you cum? Harry met Sally style? Do you want me to make you cum in a restaurant full of people?”
“Please Sir, whatever you want. But the slightest vibration will make me cum. I can’t control myself right now.”
“If you cum without permission, you will be punished, you know.”
She nodded her head as I gave her another bite to eat and then I lifted her glass for more water.
As we got to the end of the meal, I took a piece of bacon from my plate and fed it to her with my fingers, pushing it in and feeling inside her mouth as she bit on it. She was instantly mortified and tried to pull away. “Don’t move slut! You’re mine and I’ll do what I want.”
She stopped and shuddered. “Sir, I’m nearly about to cum. I’m really leaking.”
“Hold it for now,” I said, wiping her face and my hands. I called for the check and the waiter gave us an odd look as I paid, but didn’t say anything. I led her out of the restaurant and to the valet. As we walked I cupped the gag in my hand and held it up to her face. She leaned in and took the gag into her mouth and closed her lips around it.
“I hope there isn’t too much traffic. I want to take off your clothes and whip you outside in the desert.”