Punishment - Slave's View (Lesbian)

I whimpered as she tightened the chains around my wrists and ankles. My body was shaking. I felt her grab the chains and was pulled as she tightened them to hooks in the ceiling and floor. My body rose off the ground and I whimpered, staring into my Masters’ eyes. She placed a blindfold over my eyes and my body shook in fear. What was my Master going to do to me? How was she going to punish me? I heard her walking but didn’t know to where, then I heard a sound that made me jump; the crack of the whip. The cold air blew across my naked body as I struggled on the chains, causing my Master to laugh.

“Come now. It’s pointless to try to get away. You have to pay for what you’ve done, you know that right,” she said in a tone that brought chills down my spine and caused me to whimper.

“Answer me,” she demanded as she struck me with the whip.

I lunged forward in pain, almost yelping and spat out “Yes Master.”

She patted my head. “Good girl.”

The whip cracked again and again, I whimpered then I felt it crack strongly against my back. On instinct, I lunged forward and whimpered. My body was shaking in fear. My Master was punishing me for misbehaving. I felt the cold hilt of the whip on my stomach and my body tensed as I whimpered.

Again, I heard the satanic sound of the cracking whip then I felt my Masters’ teeth on my neck, biting hard. I whimpered then moaned loudly, almost screaming and quickly bit my lip. Her gentle hands grabbed my already erect nipple and began twisting it with such fury. I moaned louder and tried to pull away; stopped by the chains my Master had bound me with.

I felt my Master leave and I leaned forward, as if begging her to come back to me. A loud crack was heard and the whip tore into my skin roughly. She removed my blindfold and grabbed my jaw in her hand, forcing me to look at her. I stared into her beautifully dark eyes with terror and a longing for her to touch me.

“Listen to me. It’s pointless to try to escape. You’re bound. If you try to escape again, I will whip you harder. Do you understand,” she said, making my skin crawl.

“Yes Master,” I stumbled to say, my voice shaking in fear.

“Good.”

As soon as her grip on my jaw loosened, I quickly pulled my head away. I couldn’t look at her. I didn’t feel worthy enough to look at her beauty. She was my Master and I had disobeyed; now I was being punished. To my surprise, she didn’t replace my blindfold. It was as if she wanted me to look at her as she tortured me.

I lowered my head and looked bravely at my Master with longing eyes. That was a mistake. She took the whip and cracked it roughly across my stomach and back, forcing me into a whimpering jump. Her teeth pierced roughly into my neck again. I moaned softly. The cold, harsh hilt of the whip was rubbing along my throbbing sex. God how I wanted my master to take me. I arched my back and forced myself into her. Another mistake that was met by my Masters’ gentle fingers pushing roughly on the fresh welt.

“I will take you when I want to take you. Do you understand,” her gentle voice said in such a tone that made me whimper.

“Yes Master,” I replied through my silent sobs.

The hilt of the whip was being forced into me, tormenting me, causing me to moan. I felt her gentle hand grab my jaw with fury and turn my head sharply to look at her. Her body rubbing against mine, making my sex throb and pulse more; wanting her to take me. I stared at my Master with longing eyes. I had been a bad girl and was being punished. I wanted my Master to take me. I wanted her.

The cold hilt was forced into me and I bit hard into my lip. I quivered as my Master forced it to play with my swollen clit. Whimpering, I forced my stare onto my Master. The next instant, my Master had done what I had wanted her to do for awhile. She took me. Forcing the hilt of the whip into me hard and fast, my body shook under her command.

My back arched. God how I wanted her not to stop. It hurt so much but felt so good. The hilt of the whip was forced roughly into me and left there. I looked at my Master as she walked away from me.

“Master,” I asked shyly.

“Now listen here. You are to moan only when I say you can. You’re not to cum until I tell you to. Do as I say and you will be treated well. Defy me and you will pay. Is that understood,” she said coldly.

“Yes Master.”

She let go of my jaw and I pulled my head to the side as she rammed the hilt harder and faster into me. The hilt was forced further into me repeatedly with a greater force then the time before. I wanted to moan but I couldn’t, so I bit into my lip to stop myself from it. My Master knew what she was doing to me. Causing me immense pain and pleasure both. I knew I would never disobey her again.

Her gentle hand grabbed my sore and erect nipple, twisting it as the hilt rammed further into me. She continued to play with my body. Oh I was her slave. She bit into my neck in the same spot and my back arched. I wanted to moan. I wanted to tell my Master she was pleasing yet torturing me. I rolled my head back and shut my eyes, nearing the point of my climax. The feel of the hilt, of my Masters’ touch and of the pain and pleasure I was receiving, made me draw nearer to the point of climax. She toyed with me. She knew I needed to cum. I felt blood on my lip; I had caused it to bleed from biting it so hard.

“Moan for your Master. Tell me you want me.”

I quickly and instantly followed her order.

“Oh Master! Master, take me Master. Please take me. I want you Master. Please Master,” I moaned loudly.

I had not pleased my Master. She pushed the hilt further into me and I jumped, lunging forward and whimpered.

“You call that moaning? Moan for me woman! Tell me you want me! Prove that you want your Master!”

“Oh Master! Master, it feels so good! Master!” The hilt rammed into me hard. “Oh Master! I need you! Take me Master! Punish me! I’ve been a bad girl! Punish me Master. Please.”

Again, her gentle hand grabbed my jaw and forced me to look at her as she kissed me. “Good girl.” then rammed the hilt into me again.

My body tensed under her touch. Her gentle hands began toying with my body, rougher then any man ever could. I whimpered. I was in immense pain but it all felt so right, so natural. She removed the hilt of the whip from me. I whimpered again. Though it hurt and hurt badly, it felt so right. God, did it feel right to have her take me.

I felt her hand against my inner thigh and the pulsing in my sex intensified. God I wanted her so badly. She must have knew I wanted her because she slid her finger softly against my slit. Tormenting me. I whimpered at her touch. I wanted to scream and then force myself into her hand but I knew I would be beat if I did. My body quivered.

“Look at me.”

Those three words…so cold, so harsh, so commanding. My eyes widened as I followed her demand.

“Beg for me. Beg for me to take you!”

“Please Master! Please! Take me Master! Make me yours!”

I bit into my lip and moaned softly as she slid two fingers deep into me. My sex throbbed against her. As she pushed into me, I moaned louder then looked at her in fear, remembering her command.

“You may moan whenever you want and you may do whatever you want.”

Thank God! I gasped as she gave me permission and moaned loudly as she forced her fingers into me. My back arched in pleasure and I pulled on the chains. I needed to cum. I was so near my climax. My Master knew it because she began tormenting me, massaging my swollen clit between her forefinger and thumb.

Arching my back again, I forced my chest into her. Her clothes felt like glass cutting into my erect nipples. Every time my Master tormented my clit, my moans grew louder. Then to my surprise she just stopped. I looked at her with tears in my eyes.

She unshackled my ankles and I wrapped my legs around her waist, pulling her into me. As she neared me to remove the rest of my restraints, I kissed her. My Master removed my restraints. I threw my arms around her neck.

I kissed her roughly. God how I had longed to do that. I felt my body pulsating against my Master. I was in pain but everything felt so right. She carried me over to the bed and threw me onto it. As she straddled my waist, my body tensed under her. I felt her fingers against my throbbing, wet sex. God how I wanted her.

“You need to cum, don’t you?”

I nodded quickly and she bit my nipples then trailed her tongue down my body. Spreading my legs and still massaging my clit, I felt her tongue enter into me and dance around my walls. Moaning, I gripped the bed sheets and buried my head back into the pillows. Her mouth was working my clit; biting and sucking on it. She knew I needed to cum and was tormenting me. Oh how I love my Master.

She nibbled on my swollen, hard clit and forced her fingers into me. I moaned and gasped. I was near my climax. My body tightened around her fingers as she continued to suck on my clit, tormenting me with her tongue. My breathing became fast and hard. God I needed to cum.

“Cum for your Master!”

My release! Finally! I gasped as her tongue circled my clit and her fingers pushed deeper into me. Screaming out her name, I felt my body tense and then release as I came. Her fingers slid slowly out of me. I watched as she sucked off my juices from her hand then felt her lap up everything inside of me.

She walked over and grabbed the whip again. Watching her and seeing that she had grabbed it, I instantly whimpered. She pushed the cold hilt back into me roughly. I jumped and moaned loudly with tears pouring from my eyes. My Master muffled my moans by kissing me deeply, pushing the hilt inside of me. My pulse began racing and pulsating under my Masters’ touch. My breathing was becoming hard and fast. She pushed the hilt into me again, as far as it would go this time, and my body tensed then released.

She removed the hilt from me and laid the whip aside. She looked at me with loving eyes. My body was sore, red from the beatings and the blood. I looked at her with wanting, longing eyes.

“I’m sorry Master,” I said softly.

“From now on, obey me or your beating will be a lot worse.”

“Yes Master.”

“Now, rest.”

I nodded then looked at my Master. “Kristen?” I asked softly.

“Yes Sami?”

“Thank you.”

“Rest or I will beat you again.”

I whimpered and pulled her into me. I had been a bad girl and my Master had punished me. I know better then to disobey her again. I slowly fell asleep in my Masters arms. My entire body still pulsing, but I knew that everything would be okay.