A fun, shorter story about pushing a slave's limits. Enjoy, and as always comments, criticisms, and votes are welcomed and appreciated.

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“I can’t, Master!”

The slave stood there, sweating and shaking from her attempt to complete her required task. She was moments away from failing or succeeding, depending on her willpower.

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Every slave has limits. Some limits are not meant to be tested and should be respected. Other limits, soft limits, should be pushed.

Why might one push a slave? Possibly to prevent boredom, hers or mine. As a way of reminding her who is in charge. And, most importantly, to probe her strength of character. It isn’t enough to own her holes and her flesh. A Dom should own her mind. This can be done through gaslighting or emotional manipulation but it can also be accomplished by giving her a task that breaks one, or more, of her limits.

In this case, her soft limit was nipple torture. We had experimented with twisting and pinching, which she was able to endure. But she had been afraid of anything more painful as her nipples were extremely sensitive.

She stood in the middle of the room. Her feet were separated out wider than her shoulders, her knees bent. This position itself made the task unbearable. I ordered her to squat this way while I slowly inserted her butt plug. I kept her in this position as I inserted her app controlled vibrating egg into her wet pussy. With her legs separated, it was a challenge to hold the toy inside her. However, this was part of the task. The pain in her legs would be nothing compared to what was to come.

I turned on the vibrator to its lowest setting. I wanted her aroused. She needed to concentrate on gripping the egg tight to keep in from falling out. I slowly raised the level of vibration, she closed her eyes and lifted her head back. She must have felt the vibrator slip as her eyes opened and she regained control.

Control. A funny thing for a slave. She lives a life without any control; however, she is tasked with maintaining her control. Making sure she doesn’t cum, ensuring the vibrator doesn’t slip out of her hole, keeping her hands away from the vibrator, from her clit…

Just as she resumed her concentration on the egg, that was when the task became tougher. A small pair of binder clips modified to have a thin chain running between them that I attached to her nipples. The pain was obvious in her face. But she chose not to use her safe word.

“Good girl”, I exclaimed as I quickly increased her vibrator to the highest setting.

There she was. In pain and pleasure, nearing orgasm. An orgasm she still wasn’t permitted to have. In her hands, she held two 3 pound weights on hooks. The hooks were meant to be attached to the chain. With 3 pounds added, the clamps would begin to pull but it wouldn’t be sufficient to pull them free from her nipples. With the second set of weights added, both clamps would snap off, leaving her with two very sore nipples.

She was, once again, in control. It was up to her to add one weight, then she was to pause for several seconds before she could hook the second to the chain. Once both were add, she could cum, regardless of whether the clamps had come off.

I watched as she attached the first weight. She screamed as the clamps dug into her nipples causing her tits to stretch. She took a breath. She couldn’t focus too much on the pain or the vibrator would slip out and she would fail her task.

She looked at me. This was the moment I enjoyed. It wasn’t the pain in her nipples or her legs. It wasn’t her tight holes filled. It was her mind. Every part of her body was telling her to stop, to say her safeword and end the task. But she didn’t want to fail. She didn’t want to fail me. This slave enjoyed pleasing me, loved to be showered with praise, and thus, even though it was pushing her tolerance, she persisted.

“I can’t, Master!”, she yelled. She hoped for leniency. Perhaps if I told her that she had proved herself, that she had done enough, maybe I would stop the scene right there. I did not.

“You can, slave”, I said calmly. I said nothing else after. I simply watched her. Encouraging a slave is important; however, at this very moment, when she is at the edge of her limits, she must make the decision to complete the task without my interference.

It happened quickly. She attached the second weight which caused both clamps to rip from her flesh. As they did, her legs started to collapse as she went to her knees, her body erupting in an orgasm that resulted in the egg squirting from her pussy. I was close enough to make sure she didn’t take a hard fall and to rub her clit to extend her tremendous orgasm. As she came down from her high, she regained her breath and looked at me.

“Can we do that again, Master?”