Date: Wed, 12 Feb 2014 17:53:13 -0500 (EST)
From: leggs4eve
Subject: I Told you It Would Hurt

I Told you It Would Hurt (F/F, D/s, BD, Humiliation, Toys, WaterSports,
Consensual) by leggs4eve  2012
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I  Told you It Would Hurt Chapter  1
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This  has to quick, I thank you all for your kind words. I can summarize
the events  between having the collar locked around her neck and me making her
beg for  release yesterday.

As she stood there in my garage, trembling with excitement and perhaps a
little fear, I gathered her things and led her into my home by the ring on
the  front of collar. I led her to the middle of my living room and unlocked
her  cuffs. "Strip for me sweetie." I instructed. She began to pull her
clothes off  as if she going to bed. "Stop." I turned on the music by remote
and searched for  something with a little rhythm and few words. "Now sweetie,
strip for me. Don't  just get naked, that is a command all of its own." She
caught my meaning and did  a very sensual dance as her clothes fell about
her on the floor.

I had to give her credit for maintaining her balance while dancing in the
dark of the hood in a place she has never seen.  I was becoming happier
with my new found prospect by the minute.

Standing there in the nude she tried to cross her wrists to shield her puss
 from view. I left her standing while fetched a crop, a dildo, nipple
clamps, and  some rope. She was standing exactly as I left her. A sharp slap of
the crop  across her ass made her yelp. "Your hands are never to conceal what
you have  asked me to own. Do you want Me to OWN you?"

"I do." "Uncover my pussy. Cross your wrists in the small of your back,
elbows bent so that your hands, which are to remain open and palms out, never
 conceal that ass which you also wish me to own. Is that not correct?" I
emphasized my directions with guiding taps of the crop's
leather tongue. The  strikes were gentle but each one drew a gasp of
surprise from sweet, young J...  "I do. Yes M... "K...."she replied. "Good girl.
Two quick lessons. The first one  is about modesty." I kicked her feet
apart without be rougher than necessary."  You are to be a slave. That means you
will be an owned human. This is not a sex  game to enhance your sexual
experience or spice up your failing marriage.

It is committed bond on both sides of the whip." I gave her a surprise
stroke across tender flat belly that made her nearly jump out of her skin. She
screamed briefly in shock and pain before I ordered her back into
position.  "The second one is about pain. I enjoy hurting you but will  never harm
you. Whether you enjoy pain a little, a lot, or not at all, I don't  fully
appreciate your pain until it crosses beyond what you enjoy. If you are  truly
dedicated to the service of rather than the kink you will experience at my
hands, you make it you objective to endure far beyond what you think is
your  limit. You will do this to please me, and in pleasing me you will find
satisfaction where your pleasure ends. Do you understand what I have
explained  to you?" She nodded but I made her vocalize her submission to me.

Then I handed her the dildo. It was slim and curved slightly with a
realistic cock head, all my dildos in the slave box have cock heads to magnify
the humiliation of the men that I make suck on them. "Lay on the floor with
legs  spread and your feet up by your ass. I want you knees in the air." She
complied  very readily, her movements were a bit jerky and her breathing was
a little  ragged, but when I told her to slide the dildo into her puss, it
went in nice  and easy into wet, eager pussy.

I like to see that she was as excited as I was. It has been a long time
since I broke in a slave from scratch like this.  I was much greener and he
was filled with more fear than arousal despite his assurance that he really
wanted it. Another story. J...began to fuck herself at my command. Not a dry
 little in and out poking to comply with her orders, but a full on hip
raising  grind against the dildo in her hand.  "Slow down sweetie, from this day
 forward you are to have explicit permission before ever orgasm. Now bury
the  dildo deep and hold it in with your thighs, that's a good girl. Now put
these  on." I dropped the nipple clamps on her stomach. I watched with
delight as she  fumbled with them in the dark and the moment when she realized
what she held.  "They're a mild pair, made for beginners like you." She
tweaked her nipple with  one hand before opening the jaws and resting them around
it. Slowly she released  the clamp and let her air out with it as she did
so.  I knelt down and  stroked her spandex covered face. "You're such a good
sweet girl, now do the  other one." she did and I directed her to start
back in on her self fucking. I  pulled the chain lightly as she got back into
fucking herself.

Harder I pulled and she let out the cutest little squeak in between
pleasure and pain. Her hips bucked and her back arched wildly as I pulled her
nipples from one direction to the next, never allowing her to grow accustomed
to  one discomfort or the other. When it seemed as if she had come to terms
with the  new pain

I was putting her through I changed everything for her.

I brought the crop down sharply on her body. "I want you to cum now slave."
  I commanded. At hearing herself addressed as "slave" she seamed to find
new  vigor and devotion to my wishes. She ground and rolled her hips into
the silicon  cock like it was her lover. When her wild gyrations increased the
pull on her  nipple chain, she would hold at the brink of pulling them from
her tender  nipples and roll her body to alternate the level of pain she
was inflicting on  herself. I was REALLY liking this girl more and more. So I
hit her again with  crop, but this time I didn't stop at one. I hit her
again and again telling what  a lovely surprise she was, coaching her to follow
the pain and to breath, always  breath right I told her. Don't let it get
away from you, full steady breaths. I  hit her harder and more regularly as I
spoke to her. Through clinched teeth she  howled little puppy howls of pain
and pleasure, then a deep heavy grunt and only  a squeak found its way out
between clinched teeth. She arched her back so hard  that the nipples clamps
popped loose at the same time. The sudden blood  rush
into her nipples brought with it a wave of new pain that mingled with  her
orgasm. I let her ride it out for the full five minutes of orgasm and post
orgasmic shudders. I lay down behind her and spooned her closely and told
her  what a beautiful slave she was already becoming as I stroked her face
through
the sweat damp hood. I took the dildo out and from her after she
recovered. I also picked up the rope. Gently , I rolled her onto her belly and  tied
hands behind her, wrist to wrist and I wove it up all the way to her elbows
before tying if off to the collar. I made it tight, her elbows were almost
touching, in a few weeks she will be limber enough to cinch them all the
way.

"Up." I ordered as I helped her to her feet. "Do you know what's next?" I
 asked her casually.

"No K.." she replied groggily as though she had just woke from a dream. I
walked through the house and down into my over clichéd basement dungeon. "I
told  you that from now on you must have expressed permission before you
have an  orgasm, and girl, did you ever have an orgasm." We had reached the
bottom of the  stairs and subterranean coolness washed over the both of us. "
On the  floor.

On your belly." I watched her obey. I knew she was going to forget to ask
before cumming, they always do the first time. Another length of rope and I
had  her bound from the top of her calves to her ankles with enough left
over to  secure them up behind her to her wrists. It took another length (I
really like  rope and use a LOT of it. Besides, it spreads the pressure out
further to allow  for longer periods of restraint)with this piece I wrapped it
at the joint  between hand and foot and looped it the through an overhead
pulley.

I lifted her up until she was at very unpleasant curve, only her belly was
on the floor to support the majority of her weight. A little excess rope
allowed  me to wrap several lengths from the center of her hogtie to around
her head, in  her mouth to be specific. I liked this very much as it not only
wrenched on body  further, but it prevented her from closing her mouth,
which meant it wouldn't be  long before she soaked the spandex hood with her own
drool. She moaned as I  finished up my knot work. "These clamps." I said
as I grabbed a pair with a much  heavier spring and plastic teeth as opposed
to the softer rubber tips." will  hurt more than the last ones." I used the
adjuster screw to take of some of the  pressure to be used later. I put
them both on at once as she rocked helplessly  on her belly.  "I told you it
would hurt." I grabbed the baby monitor and  went up stairs, leaving her alone
with her pain and discomfort while she  replayed her first real slave
experience in the cool, quiet, darkness.

PS: Her blood tests came back good today! She is still in physical training
 so that I can expose her to heavier degrees of bondage without being
irresponsible to her well being.




Told you It Would Hurt Chapter  2
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Hello,  how was your weekend? Mine was incredible. Early last week I
accepted beautiful,  young, and inexperienced J... into my home and service.
Within her first few  hour of service she was down in my dungeon, bent into a
taut hogtie with her  weight bearing on her belly while her wrist and ankles
were pulled up tightly  behind her and pulled up by a pulley towards the floor
joists above us. To add a  little extra hardship to her situation, I
wrapped row upon row of rope around  her spandex hooded head and in between teeth,
forcing her mouth open and her  back to where her wrists and ankles met.
With her back so beautifully arched,  her firm tits thrust forward, begging
for attention which I gave in the form of  a nice strong pair of plastic
teethed nipple clamps.

She hissed as they bit into her tender flesh. Nipple torment has the
wonderful quality of having a cumulative effect and she was still tender from
the rough play we had shared upstairs. The difference was that upstairs I was
hurting her for fun, this was the beginning of her first punishment, this
would  set the tone for our relationship as Mistress and slave. Despite me
telling her  cum, she had not asked for permission after I told her that she
was to never cum  with permission. She failed to ask and now I had my first
reason to put her in  her place. I liked her, and she seemed to adore me. But
it is very important  that she not mistake this as a friendship. I may one
day grow to love her, but  that will not change that this is an ownership,
not a friendship.

I may, and already do to some small degree, grow to respect her and admire
her qualities, but make no mistake - I will be admiring MY slave. My
property. A  possession that was once a fully independent person that is to become
a well  trained slave that despite her own opinions and feelings, likes or
dislikes, she  will be programmed to accept and need my control. She will be
hurt when ever I  choose to hear her moan or beg, when she displeases or
disobeys me, or just when  it pleases me. She must first be conditioned to
fear being punished and to be  humbled to the point that she forgets to even
consider questioning my word or  decisions.

She had shown a taste for pain upstairs, but as I watched her twist and
pull at her bonds, it became apparent that the discomfort of the hogtie was
not  something she liked. I watched her as she tried to find comfort, or at
least  ease from the strain, as she relaxed as much as possible. At one point
she  seemed to have found a Zen like state as she submitted her will to the
hopelessness of her situation. For five minutes she simply sagged against
the  rope and breathed in an easy, steady rhythm. My answer to this was to
approach  quietly and twist the screws that held back the pressure on her
nipples. Two,  three turns on each and the teeth bit deeper into her flesh. She
whimpered  loudly and when I pulled hard on the chain between them she cried
out wordless  sounds of shock, surprise, and pain. The more she cried out
the harder I pulled.  First I stretched her abused nipples straight out from
her bent body. He pain  came out in one long monotone of despair. I reached
for the rope between the  pulley and the anchor, giving it a hard pull,
adding further stress to her limbs  and her neck. I released the steady pressure
on her nipples and began to jerk  from left to right and up and down. She
was helpless to make any attempt to  follow my pull to try and lessen the
pain. She cried unintelligible sounds that  were suppose to be words around the
rope gag as it bit further into her cheeks  and jaw every time I leaned
into the anchor rope the partially suspended her.

"Does it hurt?" I teased her. Her barely perceivable nod and poorly
enunciated sounds were as close to `yes' as she could manage. I let up on nipple
 chain which she thought she was thankful for until I unscrewed the
pressure on  the clamps all the way in three more fast turns. She cried and twisted
as I  released the anchor rope and crossed the room for a thin cane and an
inflatable  butt plug. When I returned I untied the rope from its point of
anchor and  allowed her to collapse to the floor. With the clamps still on I
don't think it  was the favor she first expected it to be. she squealed and
tried to role to her  side to take the weight off the wicked clamps.

"No you don't. Not tell I'm and done with this part of the game." I
rolled  her side to side to alternate the pressure from tit to tit for several
minutes.

She began to actually cry and sob sooner than I expected, With one hard
shove I rolled her all the way to her back. "Do you want them off?" I teased
as  I pulled lightly on the chain. she nodded vigorously, so I asked her
again in a  sing song voice, "Are you sure sweetie?".

Again she nodded. It is too bad they are only this naive for such a short
time I thought as I yanked the clamps off with one quick jerk. Her first cry
was  utterly soundless as she gulped in air in dismay. I sat down on her
before her  whole body contorted like a worm on a hook as the pain of sudden
blood flow  wracked from her core to every nerve ending in her body. "Here
baby, let me rub  them better."

I rolled her nipples roughly between my thumb and finger causing more blood
 to flow and with it more pain. This fun only lasted for a few glorious
minutes  before the normal flow of blood resumed and the intense pins and
needles moments  were passed. She calmed down to a deep heavy breathing rhythm
while gently  massaged her tits. "Better, love?"

I whispered in her ear as I lay across her body. A gentle nod was all she
could manage. I untied the rope/ makeshift gag and for the first time in and
 hour she was given a semblance of control of her own body, her hands and
ankles  remained connected and I knew that I would have to release them soon
as she was  not physically prepared for long periods of strenuous bondage. I
pet her naked  torso and rubbed her puss until she forgot about her
discomfort and tried to  grind back against my hand. I straddled her and picked the
nipple clamps back up  while she stared back up at me, still inside the
darkness of the hood. So  trusting and delicate that I would have thought twice
if I weren't such a  sadistic BITCH. I chuckled inside as I lowered the
open jaws over her nipples  yet again, this time they were turned sideways to
get a bite into new flesh. No  sooner had I released them, still unscrewed to
allow maximum bite, before she  howled out in pain. I stood up as her
begging began. "OWWWW! GOODDDD! Please  nooooo! Ow, take them off Please, PLEASE,
PLEEEAAAASE!!!!"

She thrashed as she begged and I just stepped on stomach.  " NO WORDS
SLAVE!" I emphasized each syllable with strip from the wickedly thin cane. It
was called the Willow Whip and with good reason. It is no wider then its
namesake yet it remains ridged enough to strike with and flexible enough to
wrap  around the tender flesh of her thighs.

She howled again and again I whipped her until after fifteen welts or so
she got the message and only made animal sounds and spoke not a word as I
applied very well spaced strikes, giving her time to process the pain before
giving another trophy mark to remember her first whipping by. Twenty minutes
and  thirty stripes later, she found sub-space. That point when all you
know is  surrender and the inner peace that comes with it. The pain is still
yours, yet  it feels far off and slow in getting to you. she limply accepted
the last two  welts with little more than a sharp gasp.

I eased the clamps from her nipples and rolled her onto her stomach to
release the hogtie and to free her legs. Her arms remained bound and would for
still quite some time.

I helped her to her feet and guided her as she took the dozen or so wobbly
steps to get to the wet corner of my dungeon.  A slightly raised and tiled
corner of the basement where I have water and drainage installed. Here I
set her  down on her ass and kicked her legs apart. She was still drifting in
between  here and there, I decided not to spoil it for her. I wanted her
first punishment  to be memorable on several levels. Including humility. As she
leaned back  against the tiled wall I stepped out of my jeans and
underwear, I walked up and  straddled her face and shoulders, holding on to her hair
through the fabric  hood. "Breath in." I told her as I ground my own wet
pussy into her face. "  Again" I ordered after she responded. "Hold your
breath." She obeyed and made no  move to disobey as I pissed on her spandex
covered face. She accepted the  degradation without any resistance as I emptied
my bladder and thoroughly  drenched her hood. " Lay down and wait." she did
while I retrieved the butt  plug. I gave it a little squirt of lube and
pushed her onto her side. "Relax and  don't move." Again she obeyed, making
only the slightest of whimpers as I  twisted and coaxed the plug into her
virginal asshole. She made a contented  murmur as it slid into its home with the
narrow neck barley stretching her open.  I picked up the cane but doubted I
would need it. I placed the bulb into one of  her bound hands behind her
back. "Squeeze the bulb." she only hesitated for a  second before squeezing.
I know she felt the plug enlarge inside her ass. "Again  slave." Again she
obeyed. The absolute control I had over her was euphoric. "Get  on your
stomach and with each stroke you will pump once. Do you understand  slave?"

"I do Mistress." she answered meekly but without hesitation. I hit with
minimal force as to just sting but leave no mark, she had enough, for now.
Some  of the dozen strikes landed on the tender bottoms of her feet. Each
strike was  followed immediately by the rush of air as she squeezed obediently,
even when it  became clear that the plug was growing to an uncomfortable
proportion.

"Relax and enjoy you helplessness. Enjoy feeling the inside of your ass
being stretched as your arms ache more and more and the welts across your body
 really make their presence know. Enjoy the smell of piss on your face and
anticipate the sound of my heels when I return and allow you to taste what
you  can only smell for now. And find joy in knowing that now you are my
slave and I  am your Mistress.  and from now on you will address me as such
regardless  of where we are. Do you understand slave."

"Yes Mistress." she answered, and added so beautifully, "and thank You
Mistress."





Told you It Would Hurt Chapter  3
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Upstairs  I made some nice hot tea while listening to my sweet new slave on
the baby  monitor. Half an hour later I could hear her muffled whimpers as
she tried in  vain to find comfort with her arms pinned behind her, perhaps
I should consider  putting in the closed circuit camera, but there is
definitely something about  building a visual of the scene in my dungeon based
solely on what I hear. Her  first little cry for mercy meant she was near the
end of her rope, figuratively  that is.

Pushing someone to their physical limits is a great way to enjoy the limits
 of their submission. But I also enjoy pushing their mental limits, and
finding  out how far they are prepared to push it for the sake of pleasing me
or simply  to escape further punishment. Either way, it is good to bend
another to my will.  As I added a little food coloring and vinegar to the salt
water before warming  it up in the microwave. I changed from my summer top and
underwear and into a  nice latex short dress, which takes much longer than
you probably realize. I put  on some strappy heals and picked up some rubber
wrist and ankle cuffs along with  a small special headed driver to turn the
four special set screws.

Down the stairs I sauntered before clicking my way towards my helpless
human toy. "Up on your knees slave." I called out to her.

She had slumped onto her side in her attempt to find comfort.  I  watched
in amusement as she struggled back to her knees the waited with her head  up
as I approached, the two cup Pyrex pitcher near full with warm "piss". I
leaned her head down and unlocked the buckle to her collar before removing it
 and then the piss soaked spandex hood as well.  She had been left for
nearly a full hour after I wet it for her, it had long since grown cold.

With her face uncovered she blinked at the brightness of the light even
though it was hardly bright at all down here.  As her eyes adjusted she  took
quick glimpses of me, showing both arousal and shame written across her
face. "It's time. Face up, mouth open." I told her. She seemed less than happy
 about being made to drink my piss, but still she obeyed without question. "
Once  this is done we will clean you up and give you your first set of
house  cuffs.

You have to earn the collar through obedience, as you have shown today,
Ready?" I asked her as I stepped up beside her took her by the hair, forcing
her  to look up at me. A little nod was her only indication." Open your mouth
and do  not swallow until I tell you to." She leaned back, took a deep
breath, opened  her mouth nice and wide while closing her eyes. How sweet. I
slowly filled her  mouth from the pitcher of yellow colored vinegar salt water,
still just about as  warm as piss from the body. When it touched her tongue
she visibly recoiled, but  held her position as ordered. I made her hold an
entire mouthful of my "piss" as  she slowly gave herself five more pumps
of the bulb which enlarged the butt plug  in her ass. I circled her slowly
while tapping her body here and there with the  leather tongue of the crop I
had picked up.

She flinched from the blows even though they weren't very hard. The poor
thing had been tied up for over three hours now and was undoubtedly eager for
 relief. "Swallow."

I commanded. She did, hesitantly, but she did. I told her that as long as
the piss is warm it has natural antibiotics in it that keep it from being
harmful to the human body, and with that in mind we should hurry before her
next  cup got cold. I untied the rope from her collar and unwrapped her arms,
freeing  them for the first time in hours. Slowly she brought them in front
of her, stiff  and achy movements made it clear that I had brought her
close to her physical  limits.

"Pick up the cup and drink it." I ordered. Her lack of resistance meant
she  either enjoyed my home made piss brew, or she was well beyond her wish to
be  stubborn.

I can always find a new limit, something in which she will not so quickly
concede. She drank readily and eagerly then showered when directed to do so.
 Still wet, as I had offered her no towel, she knelt before me and accepted
the  cuffs gratefully. Simple black rubber with red trim and a single "D"
ring on  each. The set screws were in nice and tight and without the right
driver they  were not coming out. She had no way of knowing that a braided
stainless steel  cuff was wrapped in the sheath of rubber and that these would
not simply cut off  if she chose to remove them.

I took her upstairs and walked her through her list of chores and duties, I
 had work the next day and would need to restrain her so that leaving was
not an  option but she would still be able to work. For now I was enjoying
teasing her  as she walked in silence behind my latex covered ass as I led her
from room to  room in my heels and used the crop as a pointer.

After her tour I led her to the kitchen where she started my dinner. All
the while she wore the inflated plug in her ass.

As I ate I gave her permission to remove the plug and wash out her hole for
 me. When she returned she silently knelt beside my chair replying simply "
yes  Mistress" when I asked if her ass was ready for me.

Upstairs in my room I slowly took her in the ass. It was indeed her first
ass fucking and I took her real slowly with my feeldo;..a strapless strap-on
 that has a bulb on the driving end that I held inside me by flexing the
muscles  in my puss. It takes a little longer to cum than it would if I were
on the  receiving end of the cock portion of my dick, but I still ground out
two  satisfying orgasms while my sweet pet gritted her teeth and learned to
accept  being fucked in the ass. It's a lesson ALL slaves should be familiar
with.

So that is how our first day together as Mistress and slave ended. The
cuffs have not yet been removed and she has yet to earn the matching collar. I
put her to bed each night as if she were a fugitive and likely to run away.
Most  often I simply use leg irons to connect wrists and ankles on either
end of the  chain. One night I did lock all four cuffs together with one leg
cuff and used  the other secure her to a floor ring in the dungeons wet
room. She had become  too comfortable and was acting way to familiar with me. I
locked her to the wet  room floor and pissed on her before going to bed and
twice more during the night  and again in the morning. I think she felt
vindicated that her test result all  came back favorable and thought that we
would progress into a more lover stage  our relationship rather than deeper
into her slavery.

She has much to learn and the clean bill of health has now made her a good
candidate to learn how to properly eat my puss. The life of a slave is not
all  as exciting as I think she thought it would be. Her initial contract
with me is  only for three months, the second is for four followed by a five
month contract.  At the end of the first year is either a one year contract
or they are gone, if  a year into a relationship doesn't inspire a slave to
sign on for another year  then it is best to split company. Most don't sign
on for the third contract.  Contract number two comes with several piercings
and number three is sealed with  a small tattoo. But for now it is nice to
have her in my house and in my bed,  never wearing more than the four cuffs I
have given her, always just a snap away  from kneeling at my feet with that
beautiful ass aimed right at me. I think I  will have her give you her side
of the story, mostly for my curiosity as to how  those first few days were
for her.

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