Sir Philip starts to abuse his slut for refusing his request…

Chapter 6

Being chained to the wall gave her chance to finally discover her surroundings. Her eyes were still drawn to her framed, dirty, panties. They were on the opposite wall, directly across from her.

The rope hung from the pulley, directly centre of the room, dangling between her and her old panties.

On the same wall as the frame, to her right, was a table. Her master had emptied the sex toys into it, neatly, some lined up, some hanging on the wall round the table.

Her eyes worked round the room, in the corner, on her right was a cage. A thrill of excitement shot through her body. She could feel her clit flinch as her mind boggled at the thought of being a complete submissive little slut, locked in a cage for her master.

Before she could turn her head to the left to carry on checking the room his hand grabbed her throat, forcing her face forward, his eyes staring deep into hers.

He moved his hand from her throat, pressing it hard on the back of her head, forcing her forward as far as her neck could reach.

She was staring at the bare wooden floor. She saw him bring up a collar with his other hand. He pressed it to the front of her neck, fastening the buckles at the back.

He did it once, pushed her back to the wall. She was breathing perfectly.

He raised his hand, palm slapping across her face before immediately pushing her head back down.

She felt it this time. As he undid the buckles, pulling the ends closer her mouth was forced open, her breathing heavier as she needed to make an effort now.

He pushed her head back against the wall, harder this time. It hurt her but she didn’t feel pain. She felt used. She felt abused. She felt like she wanted more.

He smiled, looking at her cute eyes before peering down to her throat. The collar, black, 2 inches wide with a solid silver metal ring at the front forcing itself into her throat, making her consciously breathe. Making her know she was his.

She’d wore necklace chokers before, she’d loved the feeling of power they exerted onto her. This took that feeling to a whole new level. She was truly vulnerable now. Truly under her masters spell. She had to do as he pleased or he would tighten it again.

Her mind quickly wondering to her darkest place, thinking to herself why she hadn’t become a filthy, perverted man’s little fuck toy way earlier in life. //story.englishlover.net/images of herself in compromising positions flashed through her vision, imagining the array of various escapades she could have experienced by now.

Her mind refocused, instantly reminding herself she was about to be punished for not drinking her masters pee.

She was already regretting saying no.

As her mind thought about what the punishment would entail her master had fastened a chain to the side of the cage. Metal clanging loudly, clearly a heavy chain. He attach the other end to her ring on her collar. She instantly felt the collar tighten, nipples hardening as it did.

He tugged it, twice. Each time caused her to gasp for air as it tightened the collar.

Her mouth drooled a tiny bit. He saw. He leaned in, his tongue out, licking the drool from her face before kissing her, swapping saliva as they did.

The kiss was intense. She wanted to touch him. She wanted him to touch her. He wasn’t, he was stood, hand on the chain as their lips pressed, tongues entwined.

He moved back from the kiss, her tongue slightly poking out of her cute slutty mouth.

She wondered if he was going to cut her panties off. She’d got such a wet pussy from when he used the knife before. She didn’t have to wait long.

He knelt down. Put 2 fingers inside the top of her panties, by her hip.

He pulled. Hard. The fabric came away from her body, the thread digging in to her ass as he pulled.

She let out a moan, it turned into a stream as he kept pulling, stretching them.

Her legs couldn’t me, she wanted them to. The pain was incredible. The turn on even more so. He was really showing her how vulnerable she was. Her eyes started to water, she was in pain, but in utmost pleasure at the same time.

He pulled one last time, the fabric of her panties ripping against her body as he did.

She screamed again, no words, just loud, painful yet highly exotic screams reaching out.

He stayed kneeled as they were off, admiring the sore, red marks he’d branded his slut with, albeit temporarily.

Her breathing was heavier now as the pain drifted through her body. With the pain was another twitch of her pussy. She couldn’t believe, still, that being completely used was turning her on. She was enjoying it. She wanted more punishment.

Her panties were wet to the touch. He balled them up in his hand, two fingers from his other hand moving to Rebecca’s lips, entering her mouth and stretching her cheek.

She knew what was coming. Her pussy tickled with excitement.

Her eyes looked down as he stuffed her panties into her mouth. She could taste her own juices, she could taste his cum. Her cheeks puffed out, breathing through her nose now as his hand clamped her whore mouth shut, a slither of her wrapped panties dangling seductively from her pursed lips.

She felt a tingling on her boobs after he slapped each one. Instantly they turned red, she couldn’t screaming, she tried. It was a muffled sound through her mouth, full with her panties and still clamped shut by her master.

Before she knew it he’d slapped her pussy. It was bare, smooth and irresistible to him. It made her groin flinch as he slapped it again, her legs twitching, if she could have moved then they’d have been shut together, her pussy becoming red and sore from his punishment.

Despite the pain she was feeling the main thrill overwhelming her was that of excitement, of torment and of absolute delight.

She felt her clit become punched between his fingers, his eyes level with hers. He loved her big, fuck me eyes. She knew it too. She stared, subserviently into his, her eyes begging him for more. His hand still over her mouth, clamping it shut.

He pulled her clit, twisting it. Her eyes grew, the muffled sound of pain leaking from her mouth. This was pure enjoyment for him. He was starting to really, truly understand how hot, how turned on, punishing his little slut was making him.

Water started dripping, only slightly, from her eyes as his fingers pressed her clit together harder, trapping it between them. His hand stopped clamping her mouth, vigorously pulling the panties out before he immediately forced two fingers to the back of her throat.

Her slutty face gagged hard. His fingers pressing deeper onto her throat as his fingers pulled her clit. Fear grew through her eyes. His fingers moved back from her throat, pulling at her cheeks, his lips moving to hers.

His fingers still pulling her cheeks out he kissed her. Spitting in her before kissing her again. She let out a loud moan as his fingers released her clit and his palm pressed firmly against her now wet pussy.

He was impressed she was still turned on by her punishment.

He slapped her pussy, harder than before. Her eyes jolted wide as her legs flinched. His hand slapped her face before he pushed his fingers to the back of her throat again.

She gagged harder than before. He removed his fingers as she swallowed, she didn’t think a good slut should cough up Fleming and spittle.

She was wrong.

She felt his hand grab over her collar, tightening it on her neck.

“Don’t you fucking dare swallow again, slut. Do you understand? “

Her mouth frozen still. Her eyes genuinely scared, her mind whizzing immediately to her darkest place as the fear turned her on even more.

“Y…. Y….. Yes……. Sir. I…. I….. I aaaamm…… sorry sir”

She struggled to get her words out as his hand tightened on her neck. As soon as the word sir came out he slapped her pussy with one hand, forcing her mouth open as she moaned.

With the open mouth so tempting he pushed 3 fingers in, hitting the back of her throat, she was gagging more than ever this time. She knew not to swallow, he felt his hand get engulfed in spit and fluids he was forcing her to push up.

He pulled his hand out of her mouth.

“You’re a good little whore, Rebecca “

He wiped his hand over her cheek roughly. She moaned as he slapped her face.

He walked over to his table of goodies. Before he turned around she saw his cock was rock hard, she was sure she saw the tip was wet with precum.

That sight excited her. To know him punishing her was turning him on immensely made her feel good. Made her feel like she was acting like the perfect little slut. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted to please her master as much as he wanted. She was glad she’d said no to his earlier request as she was enjoying this punishment, much more than she ever thought she would. She knew he was right too. Soon she would be begging for his piss. She knew that would turn him on. She wanted to turn him on more than he’d ever been.

As he turned round she saw a few things dangling from his hand, one hand was free.

The first thing to catch her eye was a long, thin, black leather paddle. Her clit twitched as her mind flashed //story.englishlover.net/images she recalled from porn she had watched of girls having there pussys paddled.

She couldn’t wait to feel it for real. The closest she’d had was herself slapping her own pussy, when her master had told her to. She’d made it red, ever so slightly sore. She knew she’d understand what sore felt like, and how much sore turned her on, soon.

Also dangling was a ball gag, studded straps, dark black, completely contrasting with the bright pink ball. He knew she loved black, making her wear a pink gag was another of his power trips. She would really know he was in charge when he forced it in her mouth.

The final item she saw before he got to her was a large, thick, white vibrator. The head huge, round, she imagined the force it would apply to her would be immense. She could feel herself getting wet as he walked towards her.

With his bare hand he grabbed her pussy. His whole hard covering it, gripping it tight, pulling it towards him, she felt like he was trying to rip her body off the wall, his grip was that tight.

He spat onto her boobs, his saliva covering the “Fuck” “Whore” lettering he’d branded her with. His hand gripped harder, the base of his palm pressing forcefully on her clit, his fingers pressing hard on her pussy, one forcing its tip into her tight ass.

She groaned as the pain intensified. She knew he’d only just begun abusing her, she was getting amazingly turned on by the helpless, vulnerable, whore feeling this was giving her.

His hand moved from her pussy before slapping back on, firmer. She yelped. He smiled. His hand pressing in to her pussy, her clit and his fingers starting to penetrative her ass.

She could feel the pressure on her clit, it was so hard. She couldn’t believe how wet it was making her.

He spat at her face before moving his hand away.

He held the ball gag between both hands, moved it up to her face before running it down her body, roughly over her boobs, then her body, hitting it hard onto her clit before rubbing it all over her now dripping wet pussy.

He lifted it back to her mouth, she obediently opened as he pushed it into her and strapped it up, as tightly as he could.

The taste of her own pussy as the gag entered her mouth sent waves of tingles running down her body. Her pussy flinched again as it got wetter and wetter. The tightness of her cheeks making her feel enclosed, making her feel even more obedient.

Her eyes free to keep looking at her master.

He kept the vibrator in his left hand, holding the paddle in his right. As he adjusted it she saw the other side. Light glistened from it. It had little silver spikes, poking out from it, like you’d get on an emo’s belt. Not that large, but she was sure, large enough so she’d know which side of the paddle he was using.

He looked her in the eyes. She felt his piercing stare and instantly felt inferior. She knew he wanted that. She even wanted it. She was in submissive heaven right now.

“Your cunt is about to be fucking punished, slut”

Her entire body shivered with anticipation.

He lifted the paddle, flat side facing her, lowered it quickly, with force. He meant business. He owned her now. She deserved to be punished for not fulfilling his earlier order. He had to teach her a lesson.

As he lowered the paddle his cock grew, precum covering the tip.

As the paddle hit her clit she tried to cry out. Her eyes slammed shut. The pain immediate. The pain intense.

She tried again to scream out, muffled moans all that hung in the air. He didn’t t his eyes from her face as he lifted and spanked again. Her eyes opening and shutting with each spank of her clit.

He took his eyes from hers, looking down at her clit.

It was turning red.

He lifted his gaze back to her before spanking again.

With each spank her entire body jolted, her face scrunched up, her eyes closed.

He lowered the paddle. He needed to spank her pussy.

He followed the same pattern. An immediately hard, forceful spank on her wet pussy. The pain was worse than the clit. He’d built in confidence the more he’d been spanking her. Her clit was sore, her pussy getting sore.

With each connection he made, the wetter she was getting. She could feel an orgasm building. How was this happening. Her clit, her pussy, both being spanked hard and it was turning her on.

He lifted the paddle once more, her eyes focused on it. He saw her looking. Purposefully, slowly, he twisted the handle so the side with the spikes now faced her.

Her face showed fright. He eyes watered as her mind boggled at what was about to happen.

As he lowered his arm, the paddle inching ever closer to her cunt she could feel her pussy tingle. She felt the wetness.

Her eyes blinked.

Her Gagged mouth moaning before the connection was made, muffled, sexual moans echoing through the gag.

As the spiked paddle hit her cunt she felt her entire body flinch. The pain was more extreme than before. Her mouth opened slightly, the gag forced backwards, making her mouth stay wider open.

Her clit and pussy spanked simultaneously.

The redness more present than before.

The moans from her whore mouth constant as he continually raised, then lowered the spiked paddle to spank her pussy.

Her legs quivered with each spanking. Her pussy red, sore, excited. She was being completely exploited by her master and she loved it.

Her eyes wide open now, the occasional blink as tears began streamed own her face.

They were from the pain. She wished she could tell him, no, beg him, to keep punishing her cunt. She was wetter than she’d ever been. Her clit becoming slightly swollen with the pain, giving her more and more pleasure.

He dropped the paddle, the vibrator already on the floor.

He could see in her wet, slutty eyes that she needed to cum. He’d punished his little whore enough, it was time to make her cum.

His hand slapped her boobs in turn before settling on one, palm covering it, fingers gripping it tightly. A firm pull of her boobs, her chest puffing out under his strength.

Her groans louder, even through the gag.

His other hand slapping her inner thighs before moving to her clit. Three fingers pressed hard on the red, swollen sweet spot. He rotated it clockwise, fingers pressing ever harder, hand moving ever faster.

The feeling of his rough fingers on her already turned on cunt, his hands groping her boobs with force sent her into ecstasy.

Her orgasm built right through her body as he kept playing roughly with his new fuck toy. She moaned, her eyes rolling back involuntarily.

His eyes keeping focus on her face as he saw her own so it spilling out the side of her gag.

The orgasm reaching breaking point.

Her legs twitching, visibly, she ached to clasp them shut but was so enthralled that she didn’t have a choice. She was his whore. He could, and was, doing as pleased.

Her eyes widened before lulling back, tears now streaming down her cheeks as her orgasm erupted. His fingers still pressed on her clit, twirling it clockwise.

Juices flooding her pussy before exploding in a squirt, covering her inner thighs, the wooden floor and her masters legs.

The orgasm was unforgiving. She quickly realised it wasn’t just an orgasm. Her master was giving her multiple orgasms.

Shed squirted for the first time. Her brain couldn’t comprehend it as her second orgasm took hold. Her fingers clasped together through the chains, her face turning redder as she leaned forward onto the collar, breathing even heavier than before.

Her pussy tingling, thrilling her as the orgasm released.

Another moan from the gag, his fingers finally releasing there amazing grip on her clit to allow her orgasm to finish.

He stood, watching. Stroking his cock as her body shivered uncontrollably from the phenomenal orgasm shed just had.

Her eyes wide. Open now, taking in her surroundings. She could still feel the twitching sensation on her clit, a blink each time it happened.

Her master leaned in to her, kissed the gag that was covered in her drool as he begun undoing her arms and legs.

He freed her wrists first, then knelt down to release her ankles. She stepped forward naturally, free from the wall, legs able to move freely for the first time since he started wonderfully abusing her cunt.

Before she had chance to think he’d grabbed her hair. The collar round her neck clanging against the chain as it reached its limit, her head jerking towards the cage.

He was forcing her down to the floor, onto her back.

Her head a few feet from the cage.

He knelt over her, his hands grabbing her body, forcefully pushing her closer to the cage. She could feel his pressing his rock hard cock over her clit, it made her shiver with excitement as soon as it came I to contact with her.

Her head in the cage, the rest of her body outside of it.

He took her arms, wrapping her fingers through the cage from the inside as he bit each nipple.

His mouth moving down her body, kissing as he went. His lips felt amazing on her slutty body. Her body still so easily excitable after he’d made her cum.

His lips reached her clit. He looked up to her, hands clasping the cage, her head cocked to look at him.

He ignored her cunt, lifting her legs, pushing them back towards her shoulders. They were now inside the cage, feet planted on the roof, almost folded in half, her bare, smooth, ass tempting him.

He spanked her ass, hard. She groaned through the gag again, the cage rattling as the chains struck it following each spank he administered to her.

Her ass soon covered in a glowing red hand print.

He smiled to himself before each of his hands took one of her bare ass cheeks, pulling them wide apart so he could lick her ass.

He spat at it first, his tongue licking from the top of her ass, down to her cute hole, tongue flickers deep as it could inside her.

She was in such discomfort from the position he’d forced her, but still under his absolute control and spell. She couldn’t believe how turned on being chained to a cage, mostly in a cage and having her ass tongued was making her. She wanted to please her master. He was absolutely pleasing her right now. She thought to herself that she must express her desire for him as soon as she could, make sure he knows that she’s his. Make sure he knows the punishment has worked.

She was quickly brought out of her trance by the sound of the vibrator turning on.

He’d rested it on her chest, leaning the head of it on her clit. The vibrations were loud, the vibrations were intense.

It made her need to move her legs. She couldn’t . She wasn’t tied anymore, but the position he’d made her lie meant she couldn’t move, but also meant he had full control of her ass.

Her clit began pulsing to the vibrations, her grip on the cage tighter, she could feel her hands getting sore, to match her clit, pussy and ass. The feeling turned her on more.

She felt another spank of her ass at the same time as he spat, through the cage, on her face. Her masters cum slowly dropping onto her whore face from the cage.

Another spank as his hands pulled her ass apart again. His cock opening her wet ass up wide.

He forced his cock in gently, pushing until he was as deep as he could.

She heard him moan, making her pussy pulsate, the feeling in her ass creating another orgasm.

He pulled back, just the tip of his cock in her ass now.

“You want your master to fuck you harder, don’t you slut”

She tried to say yes, nothing came out but moans. Her head nodded.

As soon as she nodded she felt an eruption of pain and pleasure. His cock relentlessly fucking her ass.

Her hands ever tighter. The vibrator sending wondrous sensations through her clit, his cock roughly fucking her wet ass.

She felt his cock thicken, knowing he was close to cumming. The thought brought her orgasm forward. Her legs shaking as the force of his cock, the vibrator on her clit sent a final, most intense orgasm screaming through her body.

As the orgasm climaxed she felt his cock leave her ass, felt his hands on her neck as he pulled her from the cage.

Her legs suddenly freed, still shaking as the orgasm continued.

His cock thick, ready to explode.

Her masters cum spraying from his cock over her branded boobs. Her orgasm subsided, her thighs covered in her own cum, her boobs covered in her masters cum.

He moaned loudly as he emptied his cock on her body, finally wiping it over her cheeks.

He stood up, bent down to release her gag. Placing it on top of the cage.

“Get in your fucking cage you whore”

She looked up at him with her bug, watery, fuckable eyes.

Finally at to speak, stretching her mouth to regain composure.

“Certainly, sir” she whispered.

He shut the door behind her. She was sat, cross legged on the floor. Collar and chain still o and now locked in her cage.

“I think you deserved that punishment. Has that taught my slut a lesson? “

She held on to the side of the cage, kneeling now, in a begging position.

“I did sir. I’m sorry sir. Tomorrow, sir, please can I taste your pee? I reeeeally, really want to taste you. I’m begging you sir”

Hearing the words come out of her own mouth left her in disbelief. It turned her on too, knowing she was way beyond her precious, previous limits. She couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for her.

She was her master smile before he turned round, turned the light off, and left the room.