Platinum tags
I walk briskly down the hallway of the hallway of the Kink club. This wasn’t any old regular sex club no this one was exclusive, upscale if you will. Being in this group at all takes great efforts better yet rising up through the ranks. I am Kane’s sub and I’ve been working on receiving a platinum tag for my collar. A platinum tag means you’re the best of the best when it comes to subbing, dom’s take great pride in having a platinum sub. It’s only a handful in the club, and Master only wants the best of the best so he’s been making me train and study relentlessly. The platnium club means you get special privilages, trips, and platinum only events. I just took my final and I think I aced it so I’m on the way to “head master’s” office who’s the owner of the club.
I stand outside of his large oak doors I take a deep breath before knocking .
“Enter,” a voice bellows from inside of the office.
I open the door adverting my gaze to the ground and close the heavy door, but before I did I see my master sitting in the chair infront of head master’s desk. I crawl over to master kneeling next to master’s chair.
“You may stand, look up, and sit in the chair,” head master says.
I rise sitting in the chair and actually get a look at head master’s face which I havent seen in a while. A handsome silver-fox with grey and white hair.
“Master Kane, it’s a pleasure to have you here today,” head master starts.
“Master Tell the pleasure is all mine,” my master says with a voice of silk I could listen to him talk for hours.
“Master Kane I can see you’ve been putting alot of time into your sub, her progress greatly satisfies me. A great sub reflects well on her master I see you’re working hard to achive the platinum distinction.”
“I work dilliengently towards my goals.”
Head master sits back in his chair, they talk about me like I’m not here, hell they don’t even say my name much not that that matters anymore.
Head master leans forward again putting his hands on the desk looking directly at master, “We’ll I have to say Master Kane you completed your, test and you passed the written final!”
A pleased smirk came across my master’s face of course he passed he’s him he’s like a dog with a bone when he wants something and he bulldozes over anything that might stand in his path. I take a breath I didn’t know I was holding finally all the training is over relief washes over me. I quickly tense when headmaster says.
“However, your sub did not. Mistress Bee left the testing room to use the bathroom and your sub went on her desk and peeked at the answer key. She didn’t know I was watching the camera the whole time.”
My master’s head turns to look at me with a cleanched jaw, but I look at the floor I DIDN’T KNOW THERE WAS A CAMERA! I can feel the anger radiating off of him in intense waves.
“She did, did she,” master said staring daggers at me.
Now headmasters eyes fall on me, “I’m afraid she did. Usually the punishment for any type of cheating is being stripped of all rank and forced to start over again but, since I know you’re a good master and she’s a good sub I’ll just make her re-do the platnium level.”
Masters eyes meet Head master’s, “Thank you so much for your grace, honesty is a basic tenant for a sub to have. I will ensure I will teach her a lesson she wont forget.”
Head master offers a friendly grin “I’m sure you will, the saddest part is she would’ve passed had she not cheated.”
My face drops to a frown stupid, stupid, stupid! I fucked up really bad! In the car Master’s knuckles went white from grabbing the steering wheel I can’t imagine what awaits me when I get home.
When we get home de doesn’t look at me he just untters one word which is “cage.” I go down into the basement dungeon and strip off my clothes to my lacy green underwear with matching bra and put them in the drawer. The cold open cage door whispers my name because once it’s closed it can only be opened from the outside. I sigh as I crawl inside and close the cold metal bars. It’s small but I’m used to it I curl up my anxiety high, I have no clue how long goes by before he comes in. There’s no clocks in here it’s part of his psycological torcure to build my anticipation. I hear the door creak open and rice being poured on the floor.
I see his legs and shoes walking over to my cage and opening the door. He motions for me to come out and I crawl out happy to somewhat stretch my legs.
“Position 3 on the rice and look up,” he says coldly.
I mentally groan at the sight of the rice but I kneel on the rice legs apart with my hands interlocked behind my head. The hardwood floors makes this extra uncomfortable but I don’t show that as I look up into his stormy eyes.
“You have dissapointed and embarrased me. I have NEVER been so dissatisfied with you, I pour countless hours into training you and you make me look a fool in front of the head master, what do you have to say for yourself?”
His words were spoken without any sort of yelling not even raising his voice and never have I been so hurt they cut me like a hot knife through butter.
“I’m sorry master, I was afraid to fail the exam, I know your were looking forward to the platinum retreat and didn’t want to dissapoint you.”
“Well bang up job you did”, sarcasm dripping from every word.
He pulled me by the hair to the “act right,” chair. He threw me on the chair and secured each of my legs to to the char legs leaving them wide open. He secured my arms to the back legs of the chair. The chair was super sturdy bolted to the ground, he looked at the punishment wall of implements. Oh the implements I hate I hate things that sting I much rather perfer a thud of a paddle but nothing today will be about pleasure. He picked up a thin cane and walked over to me. My eyes growing wide. Next thing I hear is a swish going through the air and landing with a harsh sting against my inner thigh making me yelp. A red welt is instantly forming. I looked up at master with a pleading look but no sympathy could be found.
“Sub you’re going to get a inner thigh spanking, after each hit I want you to say “ Thank you, I deserve another Master,” he taps the cane against my other thigh.
“Yes sir,” I say bracing for the next one.
He did a quick but hard sucession of three hits making my fist clench “ Thank you, I deserve another Master,” I squeal.
Swish, swish, swish, swish, he layed down four on my other inner thigh, the pain radiated through my body a single tear rolls down my cheek the large red welts forming, buring and he wasn’t nearly done.
“ T-t-hank you, I deserve another Master,” I gritted out. Master wiped the single tear from my cheek.
SWISH he landed another hard smack against the same thigh the red now starting to already bruise with a sligh blue tinge.
“Crying already, you don’t deserve to cry after the stunt you pulled, you. were. a. bad. sub.” each word marked with a smack to alternating thighs. I sniffled trtying to hold my tears back. I audibly whine I’m trying to remeber the words I was supposed to say.
“ Thank you, I d-d-eserve another M-master,” my voice trembling. He runs his hads over my bruising inner thighs which are the most sensitive part of my body. He gave them hard smacks with his hands and I tried to close my legs but my bindings were tight.
“Sub I can see you’re not enjoying this so lets do something else,” he starts unbinding me.
“Stand,” he barks and when I do I hiss my inner thighs are raw now touching each other is almost unbareable. He drags me over to a desk we have in the dungeonl, he bends me over it and attached my legs to the legs of the desk he attaches a bind around my waist so I can’t lift my top half off the dest.
He pulls down my panties dipping a finger inside my core feeling my wetness.
“Are you enjoying this slut?”
“No sir not at all,” I really wasn’t at all I just can’t help it I’m always dripping when I’m around him.
He walks to the front of the desk and drops paper and a pen, “I want you to write I will always be honest no matter what 100 times GO.”
I started writing immediately, the blue ink cascading across the paper in my neatest writing. I didn’t even notice master going behind me when I heard the pop of a bottle opening. I felt him rub a oil on my clit and he quickly dipped his finger into my core not in a sexy way though. I could hear him walk away again when my pussy started to sting then burn. HE USED GINGER OIL! My parts were on fire, I tried to ignore the pain and get through these lines as quickly as possible. I looked down at my page and I was only 10 lines in I picked up the pace and the oil seemed to intensify. Next thing I know I feel oil on my asshole and feel a dildo being rubbed on my back, “Remember Tom,” my dom teased.
Tom was the name of a thick 7 inch dildo I felt him line up the dildo with my asshole, I could hear the whirring of the fuck machine starting up without warning all 7 inches of Tom were inside me machanically going in and out. Then my asshole started to burn from pain from lack of lube besides the ginger oil he probably put on “Tom.” I went from a few tears every once a while to sobbing.
“MASTER PLEASE PLEASE I-I-M S-S-O SORRY,” I pleaded and begged my tears flooded the papers in front of me as the assult on my backside contiured. The dildo felt like it was ripping me apart.
Master walked to in front of me and picked up my tear soaked paper and looked at them with dissapproval, “ I said write not cry I can’t even read this look at the ink and mess you made!”
The blue ink had smeared all over the page he shook his head and slammed down the papers. He roughly picked up my head with one hand and undid his belt with the other his cock springing out. He smacked my face and I opened my mouth he wasted no time jamming himself to the back of my throat.
He began throat fucking me roughly making me choke on his thick dick. My eyes rolled back in my head and I drolled all over him and the desk nearly passing out from lack of oxygen.
He smeared the mix of make-up and tears all over my face and groaned “Fuck, I knew this face had to be good for something besides crying, whinning and lying.”
He pulled out making a line of saliva with him I caught a breath coughing before he went right back to choking me with his dick. My ass and pussy seemed to burn more as time went on instead of less. The desk being covered in more and more mess as he thrusted harder into my throat, my eyes rolled to the back of my head again before he smacked me back to full alertness pulling out to cum all over my face in thick streams. He shook and wiped his tip off on my tongue.
“You know who should see this Head master Tell. Maybe if you beg for his forgiveness and he forgives you I’ll stop,” Master pulls out his phone and calls headmaster. He picks up and Master turns the camera to face me.
“Master Tell so nice to see you, as you can see my slave is in quite the perdicament,” he walks to the back of me showing headmaster my bruises and the dildo relentlessly pounding into me before walking back and showing my face covered in smeared make-up, cum, and saliva.
“Her pussy and ass is covered in ginger oil and her face is covered in well you know, she wanted to ask you something,” he flips the phone so I can see headmaster’s stoic face.
“Head master I am so so SORRY PLEASE forgive me, I’LL NEVER LIE AGAIN!”
Headmaster looks at me curiously, “Hmmmm not convincing enough.”
Master pulls out the remote and turns the fucking machine on high and my sobs to turn into wails. The unlubed dildo pounding deep into me the machanic whirring mixing with my screams.
“H-HEADMASTER PLEASE PLEASE I’M S-SORRY I’M SORRY, I-I’M BEGGING PLEASE FORGIVE ME!”
Headmaster chuckles, “Okay that sounds sincere I forgive you,” just then the dildo stops. A smile comes across Master’s sadistic face.
“Well thank you Master Tell, I will speak with you later,” Master hung up and untied me. He untied me still crying and picked up into his arms.
“I forgive you too, how about I run you a bath to wash that oil off?”
“Yes please sir,” I say bearly above a whisper.