Chastity Slave Punishment の小説・ストーリー

"No you've been a bad girl Chastity I told you that I would have to purify all three of your holes starting with your mouth and ending in your asshole. You've disobeyed me do you remember what happens when you disobey?" Tears started down her face. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to disobey you." "But you did." I pushed on her pain receptors in her pussy and ass and cranked down hard on them and she screamed in pain. "GOD I'M SORRY IT HURTS SO BAD. PLEASE FORGIVE ME HUSBAND, MASTER PLEASE!" I released her pain and slid up beside her and took her head in my lap and stroked her hair. "There now. Don't be bad again Chastity. I don't like it when you hurt."

Failure to keep to this rule will get you 40 strokes of the whip. You must not waste time while washing up. You must never speak a word without being asked to. The punishments for disobeying this two command can be anything decided by the master. On no circumstance must you move or attempt to touch your master. Or meet his gaze. Or attempt to enjoy yourself. Enjoying yourself includes moaning. The disobedience of this command has a severe punishment of 60 strokes of the whip. Thou you slave must never reach climax or release your fluid without your Master's consent. If you do, you shall be punished by having more than one master take over your body.*

The female slave let out a soft gasp, her head tilting back as she surrendered to the sensation. Chloe smirked, her hand reaching for a whip hanging on the wall. She tested its weight in her hand, the leather soft yet menacing. With a swift motion, she snapped it lightly, the sound cutting through the air like a crack of thunder. “Faster. Harder,” she ordered, her eyes never leaving the slaves.

I slammed into her. "Oh, fuck. I'm not going to make it. Please let me cum, sir." "Sorry, not going to happen," I grunted, thrusting deep again. "What's the punishment if you cum without permission, slave?" "Twenty-five swats, sir." "My own slaves get thirty. I think you'll get thirty since you're mine tonight. I think Robert should give them to you. He looks big and strong." "Ooohhh, please don't, Master. You're going to make me cum."

All her life, she had prided herself on her chastity, but this man constantly dragged her to the edge, making her question who she was. “Are you done, Master?” she asked, already preparing to flee—to confess her sinful thoughts and punish herself for wanting more. “Done?” he said softly. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m just getting started.” He unclasped her bra, tearing her shirt and pressing her against the mirror. Her breasts were exposed, aching and sensitive. “What a lewd thought,” she scolded herself. He dragged her panties upward, separating her folds with the fabric. “I’m going to take you now, Elodie,” he said coldly. “It won’t be gentle. I’ll make sure that when I pull away, you’ll feel me ev

Not even a single mistress of his is allowed to enter his chamber if they want to live. Reaching the room he threw her on the wooden table grabbing the back of her neck he made her stand there with her ass in view. Roughly ripping her dress from below he slapped her ass cheeks harshly making her yelp. "Do I look different to you now?" Saying that he entered his massive three fingers into her making her close her eyes in immense pain as she wasn't wet. "M-My Lord I-- Ahh!" She screamed out when she felt a sharp pain against her rear.

“So you have the opportunity to leave. Right here, right now. “ Those words came out from her lips and landed on me like rotten food tossed on a platter. The whole living room was quiet. I could feel all eyes on me, expecting me to make a decision or the very least say something. What can I even say in this situation though. Besides me was Ryan giving me the signal of rejection. Victoria was standing few feet away from me You're getting married. So you have the liberty to choose now my little dirty slave. “Mom, slave is an understatement. She's a whore.” Victoria exclaimed with hatred in her eyes. “So choose Chelsea. In five, four, three, two–” “NO!” he shouted, voice raw with betrayal and p

“You know what these are for, don’t you?” I nod quickly, but his hand catches my chin, and a light slap lands on my cheek. “Use your words.” “Yes.” My voice trembles. “Yes, Master.” “The bite of them will be a reminder of your punishment for sitting with another male student, for letting someone else get too close, forgetting that you belong only to me.” He clamps the binder to my nipples, making me hiss in a perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. Then he taps my mouth, shutting me up before stepping back, looking me up and down, assessing the work he’s done with a smug expression.

I froze. Back in the basement, they had used all kinds of tools to punish me. They ripped out my fingernails one by one, so my fingers were now twisted and deformed. I murmured, "I… I had an injury." The client nodded politely. Humiliated, I made an excuse and slipped away to the restroom. Rachel followed me in and said, "Grace, listen closely. Jacob is mine." I said nothing. She slapped me hard across the face. With no one else around, she dropped the act and glared at me with pure malice. "Weren't you so arrogant before? What? Cat got your tongue now?"

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.