Chastity Slave Punishment Novels & Stories

I screamed, struggled, and used my toenails to try to dig open the zipper so that I could live, but all he did was say cruelly, “You’re finally scared? Grace would have felt even more helpless. Suffer inside and learn to behave.” I could only shoulder all the crimes that I did not commit so that he would spare me. Then, as blood flowed down between my legs, I lost my strength. In my daze, I heard him say, “She’s too noisy and still doesn’t understand my rules. Lock her up and let her reflect upon her actions in silence.” I pleaded to be let out with a hoarse voice, but it did nothing. All I could do was hear the lock being placed over the closet.

Her mouth was silent without a word. “Take this, Axelina. It's true you are my slave. I've bought you dearly. You are also not much different from my bitches that I have bought to satisfy me,” said Amar. After taking off his clothes, Amar immediately directed his junior to Axelina's female hole with a single beat. Amar did it very harshly. Axelina can only bear pain because of Amar's rough play. Amar accelerates his game even more while squeezing Axelina's breasts roughly. Axelina shed tears holding back the pain all over her body. “Yours is truly delicious, Axelina. Making love to you is really driving me crazy,” said Amar on the sidelines of his game. Axelina was silent, leaving her body t

Her dress hiked up to her waist and the man was staring at her exposed leg. "Look at you, slut. Are you about to get laid somewhere?" he asked and yanked her head back. Tears were already streaming down her cheeks. She could feel the man's breath on her cheek and she whimpered as he slapped her cheeks. She could have sworn she tasted blood inside her mouth. "This wouldn't have happened if you just behaved," he said and dragged her across the floor while grabbing her hair. She screamed in pain and she continued to thrash and kick but it was no use. The man was a lot stronger.

“Rule number one, I should answer your call every time before it rings three times. Rule number two, I should bring Maxwell with me. Rule number three, I should never run away from you and lastly, no one has to know where I went for the past few weeks.” Adam crossed his arms, “And what’s the punishment, young lady?” My throat went dry. Thinking about what punishment he told me yesterday made my heart sink. I looked away while biting my lower lip. Yet, Adam inclined forward and his fingers went on my jaw, ordering me to look at him. “Y-You’ll punish me. You’ll c-choke me and punish me h-hard...” Adam slowly trailed his fingers on my cheeks, to my chin not until it went back to my lips. I am l

Mistress Chantel immediately raised her ass as ordered. Mistress mommy then continued, "Slut, in order to instill this lesson, I will spank your ass as you pleasure our slave's clit with your mouth and tongue. The punishment will continue until slave orgasms again. This should teach you that your slave's wellbeing is your responsibility, just as both of your wellbeings are mine. After this punishment is concluded, the two of you shall have a half of an hour alone. You may not have any form of sexual gratification. You may kiss and touch each other's bodies, but that is all. After your 'cuddling' is concluded, the two of you will then proceed to making dinner. We will continue this discussion

Her perfect plump bottom would be beautifully red before I fucked her hard from behind. I stopped fingering Tasha and thought for a moment about the last time we had done this before I announced her punishment. “We’ll start with seven. If you don’t count each one out loud or you cum before I am done, I will add more, and you won’t be fucked at all. Do you understand me, Tasha?” I asked. “Yes, Master. Punish me, please,” she begged. I began delivering her punishment and could smell her arousal building with each slap of the paddle against her creamy skin. When I delivered the final slap, she cried out. “Please, Master. Fuck me hard.”

"Bondage and discipline aren't that unusual, at least on a casual, weekend gig, and I know that some people do it all the time. You'd probably be surprised how many participate on at least some level. There are clues sometimes. Collars or chokers of one sort or the other; matching bracelets on both wrists, medallions with an M or an S on it, charms featuring handcuffs or manacles or looking like ropes. Sex slavery might be one step further up the scale, but it was this scene that attracted Julia, not just punishment and confinement. She's been more aroused by the semi-public humiliation and/or nudity, the sex, the service to a strong Master. You can see how easily aroused she is, how quickly

Killing the man that caused her sorrow for six years. She tried escaping after the assault done to her, and the slaves, and again she was caught, she remembered the punishment they gave her, they stripped her naked, tied her back on the table and flogged her with wires and irons, that was the worst days of her life, but it will sound foolish to say that the punishment never deterred her from trying again, from trying to escape again, instead it motivated her to leave the god damned forsaken hole.

He had removed his shirt, and now his naked chest stared at me, covered with a sheen of sweat. The chains around my ankles and wrists were cold and uncomfortable, but they were my punishment. "You defied me, slave." He thundered, raking his menacing gaze down my bruised and battered body. I saw satisfaction gleam in his possessive eyes. "You must take every punishment I mete out to you." He crouched down and slapped my thighs apart. His slap sting my skin, he didn't care if I was bruised or not. He kept slapping hard on my thighs while I flinched in pain.