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Master’s Game (Part 2)

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*What is he doing?*

After accepting my foolish bargain for mercy, Master allowed me to “rest” while he went to fetch a few things from our room.

As if I could rest easy, when each clang or thud coming from the room sent ripples of *** throughout my body.

Just then Master walked back into the bathroom, “Mmm you do make such a lovely prey, Trouble.”

He stalks towards my kneeling body, his shadow slowly looming over me. He could see the nervous pulse fluttering in my neck, my trembling hands resting palm up on my thighs. The nails of my fingers have turned a slight tinge of blue as my body shivered against the cold hard tiles of the shower. However, the blue of my nails were nothing compared to the purple shade that now tinted my ***d nipples, still clamped and bound against the shower base.

Even without seeing my eyes, he could smell the shock, *** and arousal that he elicited from my traitorous body. Emotions he would normally enjoy and encourage, however in this moment, Master was too overwhelmed by his own raging emotions.

He had rebooked my specialist appointment twice now and, despite being concerned for my health, I had disregarded his concerns and missed the damn appointment yet again.

“So you promised to do *anything* for my mercy, slut” he said as he began to roll up the sleeves of his white business shirt. “I plan to hold you to that promise and will tolerate no further pleadings. Is that understood?”

The bite in his voice made me shiver more, my body curling tighter as if his words made me shrink in on myself. I nod in response feeling like a naughty puppy that was being berated by its owner.

Satisfied with my obvious discomfort, he began to quietly braid my wet hair into a simple plait. He purposefully worked quietly, letting the feeling of dread consume my trembling body as I await the outcome of the devil’s bargain that I had made.

Once finished, he tied a rough barn rope onto the base of my braid and d***d it over the small of my back. He then went back to the sink, running his hands through the water as he started to whistle a little tune.

While I couldn’t see him, I turn my face towards the sound of his whistling.

Damn bastard was whistling the tune of “It’s Always A Good Time” further mocking me as I wait for my punishment.

I took a deep steadying breath in, lifting my ***d tits up in the process. I knew that he wouldn’t be able to resist but stare at my ***fully engorged nipples, its normally pink shade slowly turning purple due to the tight bindings of the rope.

*Maybe, just maybe I can persuade more leniency*

With my hands free and with no direct order to stay in position, I begin to slowly trace my hands up my thighs, along the curve of my waist before cupping each tit in my hands - rubbing ever so slightly along the outline of the rope. A small moan escapes my lips as I continue my little slutty performance, knowing deep down that he was watching me. That the beast in him was enjoying this invitation to *** his prey further.

His fists clenched as adrenaline and arousal course through his body. He knows that I am trying to sway the power dynamic in my favour through my lustful dance.

Determined to maintain control, he picks up his implement of choice and stalks towards me.

Bending down, Master slaps my hands away from my tits and ***s them back down on my thighs. He cups my face with his hand and whispers “Oh Trouble, there will be more time for that later”.

Wrapping my hair around his hand, he pulls my head back roughly causing my pouty lips to open in shock as I let out a small gasp.

“Now be a good girl and get this little toy nice and wet for me” he purrs, pressing a metal hook in my mouth as he grazes his teeth against my jawline and down my neck.

*Fuck. Not the anal hook.*

Despite the dread building in my stomach, my needy body betrays me as Master begins to bite and suck just under the side of my jawline. Eyes glassed over, I obediently open my mouth wider and begin to suck hungrily at the metal toy. My tongue swirling around it, getting it nice and wet as Master feeds off my neck while his other hand makes its way between my splayed thighs.

His fingers ever so lightly playing with my slit as he says, “Now Simon Says bend over little one and raise that ass high above the air”

He takes out the toy from my mouth and I let out a whimper of protest as I feel his hands withdraw - my cunt wet and twitching with need.

“Uh uh uh, none of that now. You chose this deal little one and I plan to make you work for it” he tutted as he puts his fingers wet with my juices inside my mouth. I suck hungrily at them, the saltiness of my need filling my tongue as I clean his fingers.

Satisfied with my performance, he pulls his fingers out and sternly taps the side of my ass - a silent command to assume the position.

Biting my lip, I lower my tits and head down to the floor. The shower tiles pressed coldly against my heated cheeks. I spread my legs as wide as I can and push my ass out.

“Good girl” he hums in approval as he takes in my predicament. Through my spread legs, he can clearly see my swollen cunt dripping wet with need and my slightly gaped asshole.

“Such a wanton display of need, Trouble. My little fucktoy really can’t help but be constantly aroused can she? If not for my control, I might find you rubbing yourself on anything just to give that dirty cunt of yours some attention.” He berates me further.

He crouches low between my legs, kissing and licking along my inner thighs….slowly working his way up to just under my slit. I can feel his hot breath on my cunt as I struggle to stop myself from pushing my aching pussy closer to his face.

Soon I feel him pour some lube down the crack of my ass and using his finger, he begins to massage the lube inside my hole. First one finger then two…then three as he lines my insides with lube. All the while his tongue licking my needy clit, keeping me aroused but denying me the pleasure of an orgasm.

I whimper as I arch my back further…offering up my ass so willingly in exchange for my clit.

He continues to flick the tip of his tongue against my swollen nub….over and over again as his fingers mercilessly pump my ass with lube.

Panting and needy, my ragged breathing hitches at my throat as I feel myself getting close to the edge. My body quivering as I struggle to hold on.

Then just as I am about to come undone, Master withdraws his tongue and begins to push the metal ball of the anal hook into my asshole. I groan in frustration, my wetness dripping down the insides of my thighs as the tip of the hook slips easily into my now gaped hole.

Chuckling, Master pushes the rest of the hook in and begins to thread the rope that he had tied to my hair through the anal hook, forcing me to lift my head off the floor and face up towards the ceiling. I struggle to balance myself as my hair is ***d back by the anal hook while my tits continue to be ***fully pulled down towards the floor by the bulldog clamps.

The perfect predicament bondage.

Master tests the binds, pulling against the rope causing me to whimper in *** as the hook is pushed deeper in my ass and my neck is ***d further back.

Satisfied with his work, he leans back onto the bathroom wall studying me. “Now what was the second task you failed to do?” He growled, his tone clipped and abrupt.

I swallowed convulsively, “Pose Training, Master.”

Picking up the cane, Master swishes it midair as he walks towards me and says, “Now for efficiency’s sake and noting your blatant disregard for the tasks I set, we will be combining both tasks into our little game, Trouble.”

“Yes Master” I respond flippantly, still wet and frustrated from being denied.

He raises his eyebrows at me. The room suddenly feels like all the air has been sucked right out of it.

*shit shit shit*

I already felt very ***, spread out naked and exposed in my current position. My body begging for my legs to start running but the ropes hold me in place, trapped.


Out from the deafening silence, I feel his cane slice through my ass, ***fully pushing the hook further into my hole.

Over and over he whipped me until red welts covered my once white ass and thighs. Almost angrily, he tugs on my braid pulling my head further back. “What was that, whore” he hissed.

“N-nothing Master.” I squeak out in response, my face drenched in tears as I try and gasp for air. My ass and thighs burning with ***. “I’m s-sorry for m-my tone Master.”

Satisfied that my voice sounded properly contrite, he strokes my face as he rubbed his hands over the welts he had ***ted on my ass. I sighed happily as his hand smoothed over my ***d flesh. He could feel me slowly relax under his touch.

Forcing his hand away, he stands up and leans against the wall across from me.

“Before we go further, what is your colour toy?” He asks.

Taking a deep breath in, I assume my previous position and say “Green, Master.”

“Very well. Simon says Kneel Up slave” he barks out as he rests the cane down on the floor next to him.

Whimpering, I *** my body upright as the nipple clamps pull ***fully at my nipples. I grit my teeth as a fresh wave of *** shoots through me as my bowed head causes the anal hook to dig deeper into my hole. My burning welts forgotten as I feel like my body is being slowly ripped apart from the opposing pulls of the ropes.

Taking a few deep breaths, I focus on the sound of my Master’s breathing. His calmness radiating through me as if he is controlling the rhythm of my lungs.

I hear his footsteps as he circles me - making sure that my position is correct.

“Why is Pose Training important, slut?” He asks

“To ensure that Master is not embarrassed in front of his guests during high protocol parties and to appropriately demonstrate my submission to you, Master” I respond meekly.

“Good girl. Now Simon Says Endure Position” he orders, his gentler tone indicating that he was pleased with my response.

Letting the warmth of his praise wash over me, I open my legs wider and, pulling against the nipples clamps, I rise up to a deep squat on my tiptoes. *** shoots to my bruised tits as I *** my back straight. I look straight ahead and put my hands behind my head, keeping my shoulders tight and pushing my tits forward.

Master hums his approval as he watches me assume the difficult position. Beads of sweat forming on my body as I try to focus on maintaining the pose despite the *** burning through me.

“Remember to breather, Trouble” he purrs as he pets my hair and I instinctively take a breath in. My breathing regulates as I focus on his touch.

“Now Simon Says Hands Pose.”

Keeping the same pose, I remove my hands from behind my head and stretch them out in from of me, palms facing up.

“What a good little toy you are.” He croons in my ear as he cups my right breast in his hand. The warmth of his touch making me moan as he gently squeezes my tit.

“Now for the last pose, Punishment Pose” he orders, removing his hand from my breast as he walks back over to the bathroom wall.

Making a mewling sound, I lower my chest back to the floor as I spread my legs apart and push my ass ***fully high up in the air. Desperate for his approval, I flatten myself as flat as I can causing the cold tiles to push my bulldog clamps further into my already bruised tits. I arch my back as much as I can to create the nice deep curve Master likes, ignoring the *** shooting up my ass as the anal hook is pulled further into my hole.

In that moment, I would’ve happily torn my own body apart for his pleasure and he knew that.

His deep chuckle seemed to shiver up my spine and my pussy clenched again. He walked towards me enjoying the humbled sight before him.

Gripping my ass cheeks tightly, he digs his fingers into my ***d flesh causing me to moan out as I shivered and panted like an obedient puppy.

“Your punishment isn’t over yet, Trouble. I’m going to edge you for 15 minutes and **you.are.not.allowed.to.cum**. Is that understood, whore?”

Despite being so wet and horny, all I could do was nod my head and moan again as his hand traces the curve of my ass and circled around the base of the anal hook.

A soft whimper of protest escapes my lips as he pulls his hand away but I maintain my position.


The feel of the vibrator against my clit causes my body to initially jerk forward. He taps my ass lightly and I correct my position, lifting my hips more as his increases the intensity of the vibrator.

He spends the next few minutes teasing me, holding the vibrator against my clit, only to pull it away just before I can release…I mewl in frustration ….

‘Please…’ I start, my swollen pussy glistening with cream as the musky scent of my arousal fills the room.

‘Shhh shhh I don’t want to hear a sound from you’ he says quietly, the warning in his voice clear as he brings the vibrator against my clit once more.

“How are you doing, toy?” He asks as he twirls the vibrator in my pussy.

“G-green…as an Ir-rish…l-leprechaun, Master”

He chuckled quietly at my cheeky response.

Turning his attention back to my pussy, he increases the intensity of the vibrator and holds it against my clit as his tongue starts to lick my wet lips.

I moan and rock as the feeling of pleasure courses through my body. The throbbing *** from the nipple clamps and anal hook mingled with the growing orgasm that was building in my pussy due to Master savagely eating me out.

My pussy clenching with every lick, my inner muscles spasming around the anal hook. Juices dripping down my thighs onto the tiled floor as Master continued his ***.

Just as the build up of *** and pleasure was about to reach its peak, Master stops and withdraws all stimulation - leaving me flustered and frustrated.

From my ragged breathing and the shaking of my thighs, Master knew that I was trying desperately to obey him and control the orgasm that was on the verge of exploding out of me.

“That’s my good little slut.” His soft approval washing over me as my breathing slowly starts to regulate.

He unties the rope from my hair and gently pulls out the anal hook before turning his attention to the clamps on my tits.

Releasing the clamps, I cry out in *** as the *** gushes back into my ***d nipples as he rubs them gently in his hands.

He sits down on the shower floor and lift my aching body up on his lap, as I melt in his embrace.

Stroking my hair, he kisses the top of my forehead and whispers “I am so proud of you Trouble. You did well tonight.”

I purr happily as I pull him tighter to me. He taps my ass lightly and whispers “But you still have to answer for the other two tasks you forgot to do”.

The sudden seriousness of his tone causes me to bolt up from his embrace. My eyes filled with panic, “Master…I don’t know….if I can take any more…” I whimper.

He smiles and pulls me back into his arms.

“Shush little one. We are done for tonight.” Tilting my chin upwards, he turns my head to face him as he kisses me deeply.

“After all, I am off work for the next 4 days and it’s no fun playing with a tired toy” he growls softly as he playfully bites my lower lip.

He turns on the shower and begin clean my bruised body, making sure to thoroughly scrub inside my pussy and ass.

After drying my body, he carries me to bed and tucks me into bed. He buckles my thick leather punishment collar on my neck and slides a little heart padlock through the buckle. He then attaches a chain to the ring of my collar with a padlock and secures the other end around a post on our headboard.

Leaning down close to my ear, Master places a gentle kiss on my forehead.

“Sleep tight little toy. Tomorrow will be so much fun” he whispers softly before joining me in bed and turning off the light.

*oh shit*
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