The darkness encasing her eyes had become a sanctuary. She could hear him every now and then, but only faintly, then what seemed like hours had only infact been minutes. Her senses depraved, the concept of time diminished. She was wet with wanton desire, clothespins on her tongue, the exquisite pain of her submission bought her to that place, the place only he could take her. Yet again that damn mouth of hers has put her in this position. Those hardened walls, the ones she fought with in her mind, the pointless excuses she made to try and hide from Master. Why did she do it?

It seemed the spanking hadn’t had the desired effect he had hoped for. She was his special one, the one he had to have for his own pleasure. He didn’t feel the need to share the most precious possession he owned. He had spent time creating this perfect creature of his, beautifully crafting her, transforming her. Why the hell would he want to share her? Show her off maybe, no not maybe, absolutely, he was proud of her. She was his and his alone. No one would ever have her. She was owned completely. The clothespins were a necessity, he knew how to break those walls and by god he was not going to let her do this. Too many times he relaxed, let her slide a little and the walls she so preciously clung to would slowly creep back up to the surface. All those stupid men who had damaged this delicate creature. Society telling her what she “should” be not accepting her for who she was. But he knew who she was, and she knew he did. He admired her naked body in the dim light, she always looked ravishly edible in this light. The urge to sink his teeth into that milky white flesh, the arousal building in him. He bent down and slowly took the clothespins off and replacing their harsh grip on her hardened nipples. Her whimpers bringing music to his ears. She would learn this behaviour had to stop.

She moaned, her pussy wet, wanting, her body betraying her. She was still defiant, but slowly relenting, surrendering. He had not stopped, for what seemed like forever, alternating the clothespins between her pussy, her tongue and her nipples. Teasing and tormenting her, whispering in her ear the things he was going to do to her because of her defiance. bringing her back to the brink of that dark abyss. Her stubborn wily streak, the one he was determined to shape. Why did she find it so damn hard to trust, she was distraught and angry at herself. Disappointing Master was the last of her intentions. She hated disappointing him. The sadness of it all, and worse, the punishments. He could be damn sadistic when he wanted and tonight was a taster of what was surely to follow.

He had her spreadeagled on the bed. Cuffed and tied tight. There would be no pleasure for her tonight. None. The leather cane in one hand, a glint in his eye he begun with a serious tone. He will ask a question, she will reply with an honest answer and for every lie, omittance and excuse there would be a cane mark on each thigh. Then when he was satisfied he would take her, use her. Was she ready? …

And thats all you get because I have a rather large pile of work to do and its past midnight eekk another two hours work at least … and as of about half an hour ago I am now a non-smoker. Woo yay me. In a few hours time I sense a very shitty vixen with a zero tolerance zone lol. Wish me luck arrghh.

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