The Hard Lesson!

Several of the Doms with whom I have spoken have asked me about suspension. I have told them I have little or no interest in being suspended. I have been firm on this topic. But, when one Dom (you know who you are) so graciously sent me the above photo, I must admit to becoming a little more interested.

In this picture, I see that, once again, Tina has been a very bad girl. Her style of dress and make up tell me she has been out with the Master, probably in some public forum such as the Opera or Ballet.

More than likely she has worn the red lace stockings and matching garter belt at her Master’s request. Being a somewhat stylish woman with impeccable taste she would, of course have worn a long (ankle-length) black dress with an ever so slight split in the back of it. I’m sure the Master admired how the black cloth gently caressed the curves of her body. And her red gloves and matching stiletto heals (once again the Master’s choice) would have only complimented her ensemble.

But, Tina, must have found herself in an irresistible position. At the intermission she had been surrounded by many who seemed to hang on her every word. She could not resist the urge to let her intelligent mind shine bright, giving articulate and in depth discussion on the performance thus far. The artsy crowd loves anyone with an ability to analyze artistic works.

Tina had been so engrossed in her own “performance” that she had not noticed when her Master signaled for her to keep quiet ( a tug on his right earlobe). He had given her the signal more than once. But, Tina had talked and talked and talked the night away.

In the car on the way home the Master has reminded her of this and told her to expect an appropriate punishment. He had not told her what the punishment would be or when to expect it. But, the though of it made her tremble just the same.

Home now, she was completely obedient. She did as she was told. She walked to the center of the room, removed only her black dress and bra (she had not worn panties at the Master’s request), and stood there quietly awaiting her Master’s next command.

Nearly naked, in her stiletto heals, she stood shivering for what seemed like hours, while the Master went about hanging long leather straps and chains from a pulley in the ceiling, looping them through an elaborate crank system and laying some on the floor in front of her. She noticed the black straps on the floor had large heavy metal hoops on both ends and she feared what they would be used for.

The Master instructed her to lay, face down on the floor on top of the long straps he had placed there. He then secured her elbows behind her pulled them tight together and buckled them in place. He did the same with her wrists, and ankles. Her ankles were brought up behind her and attached to her wrists. She was now in a rather extreme hog-tie position.

He looped the straps underneath her, bringing them up and over her body. One strap was brought tight between her legs and through the cheeks of her bare bottom. She could feel it as it pressed hard against her clitoris.

Then, using the crank on the side of the wall he lowered the chains that held large metal hooks on the ends. He attached the metal ring hoops of the leather straps surrounding her body to the heavy hooks and turned the crank so it began to slowly hoist up her body.

When Tina felt her body begin to leave the floor, she struggled a little. But, her attempts were in vain. Before she knew it she was nearly four feet off the ground. The Master had stopped and locked the lever in place exactly at his belt level.

He then walked around her, circling her weightless form and admiring his own handy-work. Occasionally, he tested the straps by pulling on them. Each time this made Tina shiver because she was sure he was reaching for her to administer even more punishment.

The Master began to lecture her about her behavior to which her only responses were, “Yes Sir” and “No Sir” and “I’m sorry Sir”. But when the Master stood in front of her and began to remove his big, black, leather belt from the loops his pants she began to plead and beg in earnest. She knew that belt very well. It had left it sting on nearly every part of her body at some time or another.

The Master used only one word to silence her. “Stop.” And obediently her pleas became silent whimpers. But, the desperate expression in her eyes as she looked up at him spoke volumes. Even that form of communication was stripped from her when he commanded her to lower her eyes. She saw only his pants as they dropped to the floor.

She could smell the strong aroma of his maleness only inches from her face. She tried to fight against the tingle she felt in her own sex, but the tight leather strap rubbing hard against her clit made her struggle all the more difficult.

“You are to speak when I tell you to speak and you are to stop when I tell you to stop,” the Master continued his lecture. “Do you understand?” “Yes Sir.” she helplessly replied.

“Tina,” the Master demanded, “Open your mouth. Wider. Wider.” And before she could exhale the deep breath she had taken the Master shoved his rock-hard cock in her mouth, filling it so completely and forcefully that a soft whimper escaped the back of her throat.

And the seemingly endless lecture continued. “This is what your mouth is for. Do you understand?” Tina was silent. With her mouth filled with his flesh it was impossible to speak. But, the Master persisted. “Do you understand?” “Hhhmmp Irrrm,” grunts were all she could manage in the way of response.

She could feel the entire length of him as he slowly slid further and further down her throat. It was so fat it pressed her tongue down like a gag and her lips strained in an “O” shape around it. He held her tight by the back of her hair until the entire length was in place. Then he began pumping her mouth rhythmically.

Still, the lecture continued. “You must use your mouth to please me, and only to please me. Understand?” Again, she could only answer with whimpering grunts.

“When your mouth does not please me I will always use this method to remind you what your mouth is for. Understand?”

“Hhhmmp Irrrm,” she moaned, trying very hard to form the words, “Yes Sir.”

She was almost choking now, as she felt him hit the back of her throat over and over as he pounded into her wet mouth. Unable to swallow, saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth down her chin and onto the carpet. Slurping sounds filled the room as he pumped her mouth faster and faster.

She was frozen, she could not move at all. Bound and hanging in this position she felt her total and utter helplessness as her Master used her mouth for his own pleasure. Dangling on the makeshift swing, her body began to sway back and forth to the rhythm of his hips. It was as if she had become one large mouth for him. She felt as if he was showing her that with nothing more than the power of his cock he could control her very being. It was like he was using his tool to actually rape her mouth. And she felt the utter humiliation of it.

How she longed to be a part of his pleasure by taking it in her hands and lovingly caressing it with her tongue. But, the Master was not going to allow her any participation. For this lesson she was to be used like nothing more than any other toy he possessed.

Rough, cruel, and diligently it pounded deeper and deeper in her mouth, over and over again; reminding her of her own disobedience. “You will use your mouth when and how you are told. You will obey. Or you will be punished,” the Master continued. His voice showed signs of strain now. Tina’s muffled grunts had become weaker and weaker. Her lips were numb, she was embarrassed by her inability to control the saliva that flowed freely from her mouth, and her mouth had become oven-hot from the friction caused by the intrusive force.

She felt his body stiffen. “Will you be a good girl? Will you?” Yes, his voice was definitely stained. And her sounds had become so muffled that they were now only vibrations on her lips and in the tunnel of her throat. And with that, the Master began to explode in her mouth. The force of the eruption was so great that Tina could feel the sting of his juices trying to escape out of her nose. “Don’t you spill one drop, “ the Master commanded. Tina quickly began to swallow every bit of it.

As his cock started deflating, Tina began sucking frantically, making sure to get every last drop. Finally, the Master pulled out of her mouth and walked away without even a word. Sad, humiliated and feeling even somewhat rejected, Tina hung there in silence, with her mouth still open as wide as she could get it. The Master had not yet given her permission to close it.

Within minutes, the Master returned with a small pail of warm, soapy water and a soft white towel. Ever-so-gently he washed all the saliva and sperm from her lips mouth and chin. Then he gently held her chin in his hand and tipped her face up to him. Her eyes met his briefly, quickly she lowered them, but not before she had witnessed the soft smile on his face and the tender love in his eyes.

She took a deep breath. She knew, she had pleased the Master. She had served him well. And she was filled with joy. “You may close your mouth now, Tina, “ she heard the Master gently say, just as he began to lower the swing.

In as much as I have never had an experience like this, I can not tell you if I am anywhere near accurate. However, I can tell you that such a scenario may be about the only thing that could cure me of my somewhat “chatterbox” nature. It is a lesson I would not mind learning from the right Dom. Maybe someday I will be instructed in such a wonderful manner.

Until then, I will remain a very.....

Badgirl

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